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Terry Pratchett painting in the Dirty Donkey pub ❤❤❤

[nautilusing]

Granny Weatherwax was firmly against fiction. Life was hard enough without lies floating around and changing the way people thought. And because the theatre was fiction made flesh, she hated the theatre most of all. But that was it–hate was exactly the right word. Hate is a force of attraction. Hate is just love with its back turned. She didn’t loathe the theatre, because, had she done so, she would have avoided it completely. Granny now took every opportunity to visit the travelling theatre that came to Lancre, and sat bolt upright in the front row of every performance, staring fiercely. Even honest Punch and Judy men found her sitting among the children, snapping things like ’ ‘Tain’t so!’ and ‘Is that any way to behave?’ As a result, Lancre was becoming known throughout the Sto Plains as a really tough gig. But what she wanted wasn’t important. Like it or not, witches are drawn to the edge of things, where two states collide. They feel the pull of doors, circumferences, boundaries, gates, mirrors, masks… …and stages.

Terry Pratchett, Maskerade

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