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"
Nothing
.
That
was
it
.
Not
a
blessed
thing
.
"
Vimes
’
s
brow
creased
as
his
thoughts
shaped
themselves
around
a
new
concept
.
"
A
volunteer
?
"
he
said
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
He
didn
’
t
have
to
join
?
"
"
He
wanted
to
join
.
And
you
said
it
must
be
a
joke
,
and
I
said
we
ought
to
try
and
get
more
ethnic
minorities
into
the
Watch
.
You
remember
?
’
’
Vimes
tried
to
.
It
wasn
’
t
easy
.
He
was
vaguely
aware
that
he
drank
to
forget
.
What
made
it
rather
pointless
was
that
he
couldn
’
t
remember
what
it
was
he
was
forgetting
any
more
.
In
the
end
he
just
drank
to
forget
about
drinking
.
A
trawl
of
the
chaotic
assortment
of
recollections
that
he
didn
’
t
even
try
to
dignify
any
more
by
the
name
of
memory
produced
no
clue
.
"
Do
I
?
"
he
said
helplessly
.
Wonse
folded
his
hands
on
the
desk
and
leaned
forward
.
