There
were such things as dwarf gods. Dwarfs
were not a naturally religious species, but in a world where pit props could
crack without warning and pockets of fire damp could suddenly explode, they’d
seen the need for gods as the sort of supernatural equivalent of a hard
hat. Besides, when you hit your thumb
with an eight-pound hammer, it’s nice to be able to blaspheme. It takes a very special and strong-minded
kind of atheist to jump up and down with their hand clasped under their other
armpit and shout, “Oh, random fluctuations-in-the-space-time-continuum!” or
“Aaargh, primitive-and-outmoded-concept-on-a-crutch!”
(from Men At Arms by Terry Pratchett)
9½*/10. The complete review is here.
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