"What's happening?" said Lobsang, as the last of the monks surged past.
"I daresay we shall soon be told," said Lu-Tze, starting to roll himself a cigarette.
"Hadn't we better hurry? Everyone's going!" The sound of flapping sandals died away in the distance.
"Nothing seems to be on fire," said Lu-Tze calmly. "Besides, if we wait a little then by the time we get there everyone will have stopped shouting and perhaps they will be making some sense."
Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time










