The Science of Discworld II by Terry Pratchett Read Free Book Online
Authors: Terry Pratchett
knows anything at all about Roundworld. You will come with us or ⦠or ⦠Iâll tell the Archchancellor about the seven buckets.â
âHow do you know about the seven buckets?â
â And Iâll explain to him how all of your jobs could easily be done by a simple set of instructions for Hex, too. Itâd take me about, oh, thirty seconds. Letâs see â¦
# Rincewind
SUB WAIT
WAIT
RETURN
Or possibly
RUN RINCEWINDâ
âYou wouldnât do that!â said Rincewind. âWould you?â
âCertainly. Now, are you coming? Oh, and bring the Luggage.â
Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass, and on that simple equation rests the whole of L-space. It is via L-space that all books are connected (quoting the ones before them, and influencing the ones that come after). But there is no time in L-space. Nor is there, strictly speaking, any space. Nevertheless, L-space is infinitely large and connects all libraries, everywhere and everywhen. Itâs never further than the other side of the bookshelf, yet only the most senior and respected librarians know the way in.
From inside, L-space looked to Rincewind like a library designed by someone who did not have to worry about time, budget, strength of materials or physics. There are some laws, though, that are coded into the very nature of the universe, and one is: There Is Never Enough Shelf Space. 1
He turned and looked back. Theyâd entered L-space by walking through what had looked like a solid wall of books. He knew it was a solid wall, heâd taken books off those shelves before now. You had to be a very senior Librarian indeed to know in what precise circumstances you could step straight through it.
He could still see the library through the gap, but it faded from view as he watched. What remained was books. Mountains of books. Hills and valleys of books. Perilous precipices of books. Even in whatpassed for the sky, which was a sort of blue grey, there was a distant suggestion of books. There is never enough shelf space, anywhere.
Ponder was carrying a considerable amount of magical equipment. Rincewind, being a more experienced traveller, was carrying as little weight as possible. Everything else was being carried by the Luggage, which looked like a sea chest but with a number of pink, human-like and fully operational feet.
âUnder the rules of the Roundworld, magic canât work,â said Ponder, as they followed the Librarian. âWonât the Luggage stop existing?â
âItâs worth a try,â said Rincewind, who felt that owning a semi-sapient and occasionally homicidal box on legs reduced his opportunities to make live friends, âbut it doesnât usually worry about rules. They bend round it. Anyway, itâs already been there before, for a very long time, without any damage. To the Luggage, anyway.â
The walls of books shifted as the wizards approached; in fact, each step radically changed the nature of the bookscape which was in any case, said Ponder, a mere metaphorical depiction created by their brains to allow them to deal with the unimaginable reality. The shifting perspective would have given most people a serious headache at least, but Unseen University had rooms where the gravity moved around during the course of a day, one corridor of infinite length and several windows that only existed on one side of their walls. Life at UU reduced your capacity for surprise by quite a lot.
Occasionally the Librarian would stop, and sniff at the books nearest to him. At last he said âookâ, quietly, and pointed to another stack of books. There were, drawn gently on the spine of an old leather-bound volume, some chalk marks.
âLibrarian-sign,â said Rincewind. âHeâs been here before. Weâre close to Roundworld book-space.â
âHow could heââ Ponder began, and then said: âOh. I see. Er ⦠Roundworld exists in
âHow do you know about the seven buckets?â
â And Iâll explain to him how all of your jobs could easily be done by a simple set of instructions for Hex, too. Itâd take me about, oh, thirty seconds. Letâs see â¦
# Rincewind
SUB WAIT
WAIT
RETURN
Or possibly
RUN RINCEWINDâ
âYou wouldnât do that!â said Rincewind. âWould you?â
âCertainly. Now, are you coming? Oh, and bring the Luggage.â
Knowledge = power = energy = matter = mass, and on that simple equation rests the whole of L-space. It is via L-space that all books are connected (quoting the ones before them, and influencing the ones that come after). But there is no time in L-space. Nor is there, strictly speaking, any space. Nevertheless, L-space is infinitely large and connects all libraries, everywhere and everywhen. Itâs never further than the other side of the bookshelf, yet only the most senior and respected librarians know the way in.
From inside, L-space looked to Rincewind like a library designed by someone who did not have to worry about time, budget, strength of materials or physics. There are some laws, though, that are coded into the very nature of the universe, and one is: There Is Never Enough Shelf Space. 1
He turned and looked back. Theyâd entered L-space by walking through what had looked like a solid wall of books. He knew it was a solid wall, heâd taken books off those shelves before now. You had to be a very senior Librarian indeed to know in what precise circumstances you could step straight through it.
He could still see the library through the gap, but it faded from view as he watched. What remained was books. Mountains of books. Hills and valleys of books. Perilous precipices of books. Even in whatpassed for the sky, which was a sort of blue grey, there was a distant suggestion of books. There is never enough shelf space, anywhere.
Ponder was carrying a considerable amount of magical equipment. Rincewind, being a more experienced traveller, was carrying as little weight as possible. Everything else was being carried by the Luggage, which looked like a sea chest but with a number of pink, human-like and fully operational feet.
âUnder the rules of the Roundworld, magic canât work,â said Ponder, as they followed the Librarian. âWonât the Luggage stop existing?â
âItâs worth a try,â said Rincewind, who felt that owning a semi-sapient and occasionally homicidal box on legs reduced his opportunities to make live friends, âbut it doesnât usually worry about rules. They bend round it. Anyway, itâs already been there before, for a very long time, without any damage. To the Luggage, anyway.â
The walls of books shifted as the wizards approached; in fact, each step radically changed the nature of the bookscape which was in any case, said Ponder, a mere metaphorical depiction created by their brains to allow them to deal with the unimaginable reality. The shifting perspective would have given most people a serious headache at least, but Unseen University had rooms where the gravity moved around during the course of a day, one corridor of infinite length and several windows that only existed on one side of their walls. Life at UU reduced your capacity for surprise by quite a lot.
Occasionally the Librarian would stop, and sniff at the books nearest to him. At last he said âookâ, quietly, and pointed to another stack of books. There were, drawn gently on the spine of an old leather-bound volume, some chalk marks.
âLibrarian-sign,â said Rincewind. âHeâs been here before. Weâre close to Roundworld book-space.â
âHow could heââ Ponder began, and then said: âOh. I see. Er ⦠Roundworld exists in