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’
What
do
you
mean
,
no
?
’
growled
Albert
.
This
is
too
important
for
any
flighty
—
’
’
I
mean
,
’
said
Ysabell
,
in
razor
tones
,
’
that
I
can
do
them
and
you
can
help
.
’
The
Ankh
-
Morpork
Guild
of
Merchants
has
taken
to
hiring
large
gangs
of
men
with
ears
like
fists
and
fists
like
large
bags
of
walnuts
whose
job
it
is
to
re
-
educate
those
misguided
people
who
publicly
fail
to
recognise
the
many
attractive
points
of
their
fine
city
.
For
example
the
philosopher
Catroaster
was
found
floating
face
downward
in
the
river
within
hours
of
uttering
the
famous
line
,
’
When
a
man
is
tired
of
Ankh
-
Morpork
,
he
is
tired
of
ankle
-
deep
slurry
.
Therefore
it
is
prudent
to
dwell
on
one
–
of
the
very
many
,
of
course
–
on
one
of
the
things
that
makes
Ankh
-
Morpork
renowned
among
the
great
cities
of
the
multiverse
.
This
is
its
food
.
The
trade
routes
of
half
the
Disc
pass
through
the
city
or
down
its
rather
sluggish
river
.
More
than
half
the
tribes
and
races
of
the
Disc
have
representatives
dwelling
within
its
sprawling
acres
.
In
Ankh
-
Morpork
the
cuisines
of
the
world
collide
:
on
the
menu
are
one
thousand
types
of
vegetable
,
fifteen
hundred
cheeses
,
two
thousand
spices
,
three
hundred
types
of
meat
,
two
hundred
fowl
,
five
hundred
different
kinds
of
fish
,
one
hundred
variations
on
the
theme
of
pasta
,
seventy
eggs
of
one
kind
or
another
,
fifty
insects
,
thirty
molluscs
,
twenty
assorted
snakes
and
other
reptiles
,
and
something
pale
brown
and
warty
known
as
the
Klatchian
migratory
bog
truffle
.
Its
eating
establishments
range
from
the
opulent
,
where
the
portions
are
tiny
but
the
plates
are
silver
,
to
the
secretive
,
where
some
of
the
Disc
’
s
more
exotic
inhabitants
are
rumoured
to
eat
anything
they
can
get
down
their
throat
best
out
of
three
.
Harga
’
s
House
of
Ribs
down
by
the
docks
is
probably
not
numbered
among
the
city
’
s
leading
eateries
,
catering
as
it
does
for
the
type
of
beefy
clientele
that
prefers
quantity
and
breaks
up
the
tables
if
it
doesn
’
t
get
it
.
They
don
’
t
go
in
for
the
fancy
or
exotic
,
but
stick
to
conventional
food
like
flightless
bird
embryos
,
minced
organs
in
intestine
skins
,
slices
of
hog
flesh
and
burnt
ground
grass
seeds
dipped
in
animal
fats
;
or
,
as
it
is
known
in
their
patois
,
egg
,
soss
and
bacon
and
a
fried
slice
.
It
was
the
kind
of
eating
house
that
didn
’
t
need
a
menu
.
You
just
looked
at
Harga
’
s
vest
.
