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In the beginning . . .
. . . was Arnold Bros. (est. 1905), the great de-
partment store.
It was the home of several thousand nomes—as
they called themselves—who'd long ago given up
life in the countryside and settled down under the
floorboards of Mankind.
Not that they had anything to do with humans.
Humans were big and slow and stupid.
Nomes live fast. To them, ten years is like a cen-
tury. Since they'd been living in the Store for
more than eighty years, they'd long ago forgotten
that there were things like Sun and Rain and
Wind. All there was, was the Store—created by
the legendary Arnold Bros. (est. 1905) as a proper
place for nomes to live.
And then, into the Store from an Outside the
nomes didn't believe existed, came Masklin and
his little tribe. They knew what Rain and Wind
• 3 -
were, all right. That's why they'd tried to get
away from them.
With them they brought the Thing. For years
they had thought of the Thing as a sort of talisman
or lucky charm. Only in the Store, near electric-
ity, did it wake up and tell a few selected nomes
things they hardly understood.
They learned that they had originally come
from the stars, in some sort of Ship, and that some-
where up in the sky that Ship had been waiting
for thousands of years to take them home.
And they learned that the Store was going to be
demolished in three weeks.
How Masklin tricked, bullied, and persuaded
the nomes into leaving the Store by stealing one of
its huge trucks is recounted in Truckers.
They made it to an old quarry, and for a little
while things went well enough.
But when you're four inches high in a world
full of giant people, things never go very well for
very long.
They found that humans were going to reopen
the quarry.
At the same time, they also found a scrap of
newspaper that had a picture of Richard Arnold,
grandson of one of the brothers who founded Ar-
nold Bros. The company that had owned the Store
was now a big international concern, and Grand-
son Richard, 39—said the newspaper—was going
to Florida to watch the launch of its first commu-
nications satellite.
. 4 .
The Thing admitted to Masklin that, if it could
get into space, it could call the Ship. He decided to
take a few nomes and go to the airport and find
some way of getting to Florida to get the Thing
into the sky—which, of course, was ridiculous, as
well as impossible. But he didn't know this, so he
tried to do it anyway.
So, thinking that Florida was five miles away
and possibly a kind of orange juice anyway,* and
that there were perhaps several hundred human
beings in the world, and not knowing where ex-
actly to go or what to do when they got there, but
determined to get there and do it anyway, Masklin
and his companions set out.
The nomes that stayed behind fought the hu-
mans in Diggers. They defended their quarry as
long as they could and fled on the Cat, the great
yellow digging machine.
But this is Masklin's story. . . .
* The only time the nomes had seen the word "Florida" be-
fore was on an old carton of orange juice. When nomes get
hold of an idea, they don't let go without a struggle.
5
Airports: A place where people hurry up and wait.
—From A Scientific Encyclopedia for the Enquiring
Young Nome by Angalo de Haberdasheri.
Let the eye of your imagination be a camera. . . .
This is the universe, a glittering ball of galaxies
like the ornament on some unimaginable Christ-
mas tree.
Find a galaxy. . . . Focus.
This is a galaxy, swirled like the cream in a cup
of coffee, every pinpoint of light a star.
Find a star. . . . Focus.
This is a solar system, where planets barrel
through the darkness around the central fires of
the sun. Some planets hug close, hot enough to
melt lead. Some drift far out, where the comets are
born.
Find a blue planet . . . Focus.
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TERBY PRATCHETT
This is a planet. Most of it is covered in water.
It's called Earth.
Find a country. . . . Focus. . . . Blues and
greens and browns under the sun, and here's a
pale oblong, which is ... focus ... an airport, a
concrete hive for silver bees. There's a ... focus
. . . building full of people and noise, and . . .
focus ... a hall of lights and bustle, and . . . fo-
cus ... a. bin full of rubbish, and . . . focus . . .
a pair of tiny eyes. . . .
Focus. . . . Focus. . . . Focus. . . . Click!
Masklin slid cautiously down an old burger car-
ton.
He'd been watching humans. Hundreds and
hundreds of humans. It was beginning to dawn on
him that getting on a jet plane wasn't like stealing
a truck.
Angalo and Gurder had nestled deep into the
rubbish and were gloomily eating the remains of a
cold, greasy french fry.
This has come as a shock to all of us, Masklin
thought.
I mean, take Gurder. Back in the Store he was
the Abbot. He believed that Arnold Bros. made
the Store for nomes.
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around the huge tires, and squinted up at a long,
high tube that stretched from the building.
He pointed.
"I think that's how humans are loaded onto it,"
he said.
"What, through a pipe? Like water?" said An-
galo.
"It's better than standing out here getting wet,
anyway," said Gurder. "I'm soaked through al-
ready."
"There are stairs and wires and things," said
Masklin. "It shouldn't be too difficult to climb up
there. There's bound to be a gap we can slip in
by." He sniffed. "There always is," he added,
"when humans build things."
"Let's do it!" said Angalo. "Oh, wow!"
"But you're not to try to steal it," said Masklin,
as they helped the slightly plump Gurder lumber
into a run. "It's going where we want to go any-
way—"
"Not where I want to go," moaned Gurder. "I
want to go home!"
"And you're not to try to drive it. There's not
enough of us. Anyway, I expect it's a lot more
complicated than a truck. It's a—do you know
what it's called. Thing?"
"A Concorde."
"There," said Masklin. "It's a Concorde. What-
ever that is. And you've got to promise not to steal
it."
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Concorde: It goes faster than a bullet and you get
smoked salmon.
—From A Scientific Encyclopedia for the Enquiring
Young Nome by Angalo de Haberdasheri.
Squeezing through a gap in the humans-walking-
onto-planes pipe wasn't as hard as coming to
terms with what was on the other side.
The floor of the sheds in the quarry had been
bare boards or stamped earth. In the airport build-
ing it was squares of a sort of shiny stone. But here
. . . Gurder flung himself face down and buried
his nose in it.
"Carpet!" he said, almost in tears. "Carpet! I
never thought I'd see you again!"
"Oh, get up," said Angalo, embarrassed at the
Abbot acting like that in front of someone who,
however much of a friend he was, hadn't been
born a Store nome.
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TERRY PRATCHETT
WINGS
Gurder stood up awkwardly. "Sorry," he mum-
bled, brushing himself off. "Don't know what pos-
sessed me there. It just took me back, that's all.
Real carpet. Haven't seen real carpet for months."
He blew his nose noisily. "We had some beauti-
ful carpets in the Store, you know. Beautiful.
Some of them had patterns on them."
Masklin looked up the pipe. It was like one of
the Store's corridors, and was quite brightly lit.
"Let's move on," he said. "It's too exposed here.
Where are all the humans, Thing?"
"They will be arriving shortly."
"How does it knoisV Gurder complained.
"It listens to other machines," said Masklin.
"There are also many computers on this plane," said
the Thing.
"Well, that's nice," said Masklin vaguely. "You'll
have someone to talk to, then."
"They are quite stupid," said the Thing, and man-
aged to express disdain without actually having
anything to express it with.
A few feet away the corritlor opened into a new
space. Masklin could see a curtain, and what
looked like the edge of a chair.
"All right, Angalo," he said. "Lead the way. I
know you want to."
It was two minutes later.
The three of them were sitting under a seat.
Masklin had never really thought about the in-
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sides of aircraft. He'd spent days up on the cliff
behind the quarry, watching them take off. Of
course, he'd assumed there were humans inside.
Humans got everywhere. But he'd never really
thought about the insides. If ever there was any-
thing that looked made up of outsides, it was a
plane.
But it had been too much for Gurder. He was in
tears.
"Electric light," he moaned. "And more carpets!
And big soft seats! They've even got antimacassars
on them! And there isn't any mud anywhere There
are even signs'."
"There, there," said Angalo helplessly, patting
him on the shoulder. "It was a good Store, I know."
He looked up at Masklin.
"You've got to admit it's unsettling," he said. "I
was expecting . . . well, wires and pipes and ex-
citing levers and things. Not something like the
Arnold Bros. Furnishings Department!"
"We shouldn't stay here," said Masklin.
"There'll be humans all over the place pretty
soon. Remember what the Thing said."
They helped Gurder up and trotted under the
rows of seats with him between them. But it
wasn't like the Store in one important way, Mas-
klin realized. There weren't many places to hide.
In the Store there was always something to get
behind or under or wriggle through.
He could already hear distant sounds. In the
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end they found a gap behind a curtain, in a part of
the aircraft where there were no seats. Masklin
crawled inside, pushing the Thing in front of him.
They weren't distant sounds now. They were
very close. He turned his head, and saw a human
foot a few inches away.
At the back of the gap there was a hole in the
metal wall where some thick wires passed
through. It was jus
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hehe, sad sam gledo ovu "Twin cheeks" sliku cijela pol sata, a sad kad bilo gdje pogledam vidim ljubičasti oblik tih žena, znaš... ko kad buljiš u sunce ili u lampu pa vidiš onu točku ljubičastu cijelo vrijeme :Đ
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blizanacke guze su odlicne. skoro ko moja :)))). nego, otvori novi blog. ovaj vise nema smisla. tak' sam jednom i ja napravila. pa kad me skuze, opet cu otvorit novi.
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In the beginning . . . . . . was Arnold Bros. (est. 1905), the great de- partment store. It was the home of several thousand nomes—as they called themselves—who'd long ago given up life in the countryside and settled down under the floorboards of Mankind. Not that they had anything to do with humans. Humans were big and slow and stupid. Nomes live fast. To them, ten years is like a cen- tury. Since they'd been living in the Store for more than eighty years, they'd long ago forgotten that there were things like Sun and Rain and Wind. All there was, was the Store—created by the legendary Arnold Bros. (est. 1905) as a proper place for nomes to live. And then, into the Store from an Outside the nomes didn't believe existed, came Masklin and his little tribe. They knew what Rain and Wind • 3 - were, all right. That's why they'd tried to get away from them. With them they brought the Thing. For years they had thought of the Thing as a sort of talisman or lucky charm. Only in the Store, near electric- ity, did it wake up and tell a few selected nomes things they hardly understood. They learned that they had originally come from the stars, in some sort of Ship, and that some- where up in the sky that Ship had been waiting for thousands of years to take them home. And they learned that the Store was going to be demolished in three weeks. How Masklin tricked, bullied, and persuaded the nomes into leaving the Store by stealing one of its huge trucks is recounted in Truckers. They made it to an old quarry, and for a little while things went well enough. But when you're four inches high in a world full of giant people, things never go very well for very long. They found that humans were going to reopen the quarry. At the same time, they also found a scrap of newspaper that had a picture of Richard Arnold, grandson of one of the brothers who founded Ar- nold Bros. The company that had owned the Store was now a big international concern, and Grand- son Richard, 39—said the newspaper—was going to Florida to watch the launch of its first commu- nications satellite. . 4 . The Thing admitted to Masklin that, if it could get into space, it could call the Ship. He decided to take a few nomes and go to the airport and find some way of getting to Florida to get the Thing into the sky—which, of course, was ridiculous, as well as impossible. But he didn't know this, so he tried to do it anyway. So, thinking that Florida was five miles away and possibly a kind of orange juice anyway,* and that there were perhaps several hundred human beings in the world, and not knowing where ex- actly to go or what to do when they got there, but determined to get there and do it anyway, Masklin and his companions set out. The nomes that stayed behind fought the hu- mans in Diggers. They defended their quarry as long as they could and fled on the Cat, the great yellow digging machine. But this is Masklin's story. . . . * The only time the nomes had seen the word "Florida" be- fore was on an old carton of orange juice. When nomes get hold of an idea, they don't let go without a struggle. 5 Airports: A place where people hurry up and wait. —From A Scientific Encyclopedia for the Enquiring Young Nome by Angalo de Haberdasheri. Let the eye of your imagination be a camera. . . . This is the universe, a glittering ball of galaxies like the ornament on some unimaginable Christ- mas tree. Find a galaxy. . . . Focus. This is a galaxy, swirled like the cream in a cup of coffee, every pinpoint of light a star. Find a star. . . . Focus. This is a solar system, where planets barrel through the darkness around the central fires of the sun. Some planets hug close, hot enough to melt lead. Some drift far out, where the comets are born. Find a blue planet . . . Focus. ' 7 ' TERBY PRATCHETT This is a planet. Most of it is covered in water. It's called Earth. Find a country. . . . Focus. . . . Blues and greens and browns under the sun, and here's a pale oblong, which is ... focus ... an airport, a concrete hive for silver bees. There's a ... focus . . . building full of people and noise, and . . . focus ... a hall of lights and bustle, and . . . fo- cus ... a. bin full of rubbish, and . . . focus . . . a pair of tiny eyes. . . . Focus. . . . Focus. . . . Focus. . . . Click! Masklin slid cautiously down an old burger car- ton. He'd been watching humans. Hundreds and hundreds of humans. It was beginning to dawn on him that getting on a jet plane wasn't like stealing a truck. Angalo and Gurder had nestled deep into the rubbish and were gloomily eating the remains of a cold, greasy french fry. This has come as a shock to all of us, Masklin thought. I mean, take Gurder. Back in the Store he was the Abbot. He believed that Arnold Bros. made the Store for nomes.
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• 21 ' TERRY PRATCHETT around the huge tires, and squinted up at a long, high tube that stretched from the building. He pointed. "I think that's how humans are loaded onto it," he said. "What, through a pipe? Like water?" said An- galo. "It's better than standing out here getting wet, anyway," said Gurder. "I'm soaked through al- ready." "There are stairs and wires and things," said Masklin. "It shouldn't be too difficult to climb up there. There's bound to be a gap we can slip in by." He sniffed. "There always is," he added, "when humans build things." "Let's do it!" said Angalo. "Oh, wow!" "But you're not to try to steal it," said Masklin, as they helped the slightly plump Gurder lumber into a run. "It's going where we want to go any- way—" "Not where I want to go," moaned Gurder. "I want to go home!" "And you're not to try to drive it. There's not enough of us. Anyway, I expect it's a lot more complicated than a truck. It's a—do you know what it's called. Thing?" "A Concorde." "There," said Masklin. "It's a Concorde. What- ever that is. And you've got to promise not to steal it." • 22 • Two Concorde: It goes faster than a bullet and you get smoked salmon. —From A Scientific Encyclopedia for the Enquiring Young Nome by Angalo de Haberdasheri. Squeezing through a gap in the humans-walking- onto-planes pipe wasn't as hard as coming to terms with what was on the other side. The floor of the sheds in the quarry had been bare boards or stamped earth. In the airport build- ing it was squares of a sort of shiny stone. But here . . . Gurder flung himself face down and buried his nose in it. "Carpet!" he said, almost in tears. "Carpet! I never thought I'd see you again!" "Oh, get up," said Angalo, embarrassed at the Abbot acting like that in front of someone who, however much of a friend he was, hadn't been born a Store nome. • 23 ' TERRY PRATCHETT WINGS Gurder stood up awkwardly. "Sorry," he mum- bled, brushing himself off. "Don't know what pos- sessed me there. It just took me back, that's all. Real carpet. Haven't seen real carpet for months." He blew his nose noisily. "We had some beauti- ful carpets in the Store, you know. Beautiful. Some of them had patterns on them." Masklin looked up the pipe. It was like one of the Store's corridors, and was quite brightly lit. "Let's move on," he said. "It's too exposed here. Where are all the humans, Thing?" "They will be arriving shortly." "How does it knoisV Gurder complained. "It listens to other machines," said Masklin. "There are also many computers on this plane," said the Thing. "Well, that's nice," said Masklin vaguely. "You'll have someone to talk to, then." "They are quite stupid," said the Thing, and man- aged to express disdain without actually having anything to express it with. A few feet away the corritlor opened into a new space. Masklin could see a curtain, and what looked like the edge of a chair. "All right, Angalo," he said. "Lead the way. I know you want to." It was two minutes later. The three of them were sitting under a seat. Masklin had never really thought about the in- • 24 - sides of aircraft. He'd spent days up on the cliff behind the quarry, watching them take off. Of course, he'd assumed there were humans inside. Humans got everywhere. But he'd never really thought about the insides. If ever there was any- thing that looked made up of outsides, it was a plane. But it had been too much for Gurder. He was in tears. "Electric light," he moaned. "And more carpets! And big soft seats! They've even got antimacassars on them! And there isn't any mud anywhere There are even signs'." "There, there," said Angalo helplessly, patting him on the shoulder. "It was a good Store, I know." He looked up at Masklin. "You've got to admit it's unsettling," he said. "I was expecting . . . well, wires and pipes and ex- citing levers and things. Not something like the Arnold Bros. Furnishings Department!" "We shouldn't stay here," said Masklin. "There'll be humans all over the place pretty soon. Remember what the Thing said." They helped Gurder up and trotted under the rows of seats with him between them. But it wasn't like the Store in one important way, Mas- klin realized. There weren't many places to hide. In the Store there was always something to get behind or under or wriggle through. He could already hear distant sounds. In the • 25 • TERRY PRATCHETT end they found a gap behind a curtain, in a part of the aircraft where there were no seats. Masklin crawled inside, pushing the Thing in front of him. They weren't distant sounds now. They were very close. He turned his head, and saw a human foot a few inches away. At the back of the gap there was a hole in the metal wall where some thick wires passed through. It was jus
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Ja preozbiljno shvaćam ovo MOLIM ŠTO OPŠIRNIJE!!!!! :-)
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Ah, evo i za moj blog zna previse ljudi... otkrio ga cak i moj brat... e pa dugo mu je trebalo :) i jos se tu po gradu prica kak sam ja mogla napisati odredjeni post o odredjenoj osobi... e pa ja cu pisat sto hocu :) i nitko me u tome nece sprijeciti :) ne daj se ni ti!! :) btw slike su ti super :D
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