Abwarten und Tee trinken
Сценарист ЖЧ-3 фанат Мойста фон Липвига. Только Липвиг все равно талантливее. =)
Кстати, читаю Making money.
Ветинари гениальный политик и тот еще тролль.
But now the city works, Mr Lipwig. We progress. We would not do so if the ruler was the kind of man who would kill elderly ladies, do you understand?'
'I never said—'
'I know exactly what you never said. You refrained from saying it very loudly.' Vetinari
raised an eyebrow. 'I am extremely angry, Mr Lipwig.'
'But I've been dropped right in it!'
'Not by me,' said Vetinari. 'I can assure you that if I had, as your ill-assumed street patois has it, "dropped you in it" you would fully understand all meanings of "drop" and have an unenviable knowledge of "it".
'And she's done you a great favour.'
'Favour? I was shot at!'
'That was just the Assassins' Guild dropping you a note to say they are watching you.'
'There were two shots!'
'Possibly for emphasis?'
'It would appear that the leopard does change his shorts, sir,' mused Drumknott, as the evening mist drifted, waist high, along the street.
'It would appear so, indeed. But Moist von Lipwig is a man of appearances. I'm sure he believes everything he said, but one must look beyond the surface to the Lipwig beneath, an
honest soul with a fine criminal mind.'
'You have said something similar before, sir,' said the secretary, holding open the coach door, 'but it seems that honesty has got the better of him.'
Vetinari paused with his foot on the step. 'Indeed, but I take some heart, Drumknott, from the fact that, once again, he has stolen your pencil.'
'In fact he has not, sir, because I was most careful to put it in my pocket!' said Drumknott, in some triumph.
'Yes,' said Vetinari, happily, sinking into the creaking leather as Drumknott started to pat himself down with an increasing desperation, 'I know.'
Хочу фанф Мойст, карандаш, Драмнот. А Ветинари пусть ведет счет.
Надо посмотреть англофандом. Ну, не могла такая блестящая идея придти только в мою голову!
Кстати, читаю Making money.
Ветинари гениальный политик и тот еще тролль.
But now the city works, Mr Lipwig. We progress. We would not do so if the ruler was the kind of man who would kill elderly ladies, do you understand?'
'I never said—'
'I know exactly what you never said. You refrained from saying it very loudly.' Vetinari
raised an eyebrow. 'I am extremely angry, Mr Lipwig.'
'But I've been dropped right in it!'
'Not by me,' said Vetinari. 'I can assure you that if I had, as your ill-assumed street patois has it, "dropped you in it" you would fully understand all meanings of "drop" and have an unenviable knowledge of "it".
'And she's done you a great favour.'
'Favour? I was shot at!'
'That was just the Assassins' Guild dropping you a note to say they are watching you.'
'There were two shots!'
'Possibly for emphasis?'
'It would appear that the leopard does change his shorts, sir,' mused Drumknott, as the evening mist drifted, waist high, along the street.
'It would appear so, indeed. But Moist von Lipwig is a man of appearances. I'm sure he believes everything he said, but one must look beyond the surface to the Lipwig beneath, an
honest soul with a fine criminal mind.'
'You have said something similar before, sir,' said the secretary, holding open the coach door, 'but it seems that honesty has got the better of him.'
Vetinari paused with his foot on the step. 'Indeed, but I take some heart, Drumknott, from the fact that, once again, he has stolen your pencil.'
'In fact he has not, sir, because I was most careful to put it in my pocket!' said Drumknott, in some triumph.
'Yes,' said Vetinari, happily, sinking into the creaking leather as Drumknott started to pat himself down with an increasing desperation, 'I know.'
Хочу фанф Мойст, карандаш, Драмнот. А Ветинари пусть ведет счет.
