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  Terry -- I'm quite sure there are ways for Rincewind to "grow" that
don't require him to stop running!  Maybe he can surprise everyone by
picking a _direction_ in which to run that, while it does get him out
of danger and all that, is not the most obvious or direct way for him
to get out of the way but *is* the way to save the world (again).

  And afterwards he can be uncomfortable in the face of indisputable
evidence that he knew exactly what he was doing (heh).
  

    
All...

I can tell you that in The Last Hero, coming soon, he does show signs
of realising that running only gets him somewhere *worse*:-)

Terry
  

    
A slow study is better than nothing.
  

    
Terry, if this is too slow for you, Vicious Kitty from Neil's site's
message board wants you to come over and be the entertainment at the
party she threw for me... 
but I'll warn you, it involves nudity, magic tricks, and the Koala
Piss Hat.
  

    
Hey, where is everybody?

(Wind howls).  Terry?

JaNell?

Man, that must be some party.

I really just stopped by to say thank you to Terry, for a lot of fun
reading, and some thought-provoking reading as well.  And especially
for being an absolute peach when I met him last spring in Chicago.  But
nobody can compete with a party that features the Koala Piss Hat.....

wanders disconsolately off, wondering if she can find this legendary
party.........
  

    
(knocks)

Hey, y'all, anybody home?

I could've sworn Mary was just here...
Terry?

*sigh*
  

    
Wow, who left this?  And what *is* it?
  

    

   Good grief, don't pick that up, you don't know where it's been!
  

    

Hey, I know what that is! That's a, uh, um... what the hell is that thing?
  

    
You know, it's a...
what is that thing?
  

    

  (images of eucalyptus leaves come unbidden into your mind)
  

    
Oh, great, Bob, now my brain's itching, and how am I supposed to
scratch in there?
  

    

  (silently hands over the icepick, backs slowly away)
  

    
Oh, how sweet... 
but how'd y'all know I was a champion ice pick thrower?
  

    

  (whispers more about the eucalyptus leaves)
  

    
Those eucalyptus leaves must be bothering you something awful...

(transfers ice pick from throwing to operating position)

Here, I'll get 'em out for you.
  

    
This thing is *buzzing.*  That's peculiar.
  

    
As in bzz...bzzz...bzzzzz...*KERSPLOOIE* ?
  

    

  Naw, it's just ticking very very rapidly.
  

    
How can you hear it with a head full of euclalyptus leaves?
  

    

   You removed them, remember?  And I'm over the nosebleed you gave me.
  

    
(darkly, putting her "Egyptian Embalming for Dummies" book and crochet
hook into her tool bag)

And that ain't all...
  

    
From the most recent issue of _Ansible_:

 _Lucy Sussex_ reports from Down Under on `a small marsupial called the
 Dibbler, rare, but saved from extinction. It's about the size of a large
 mouse with a bushy tail. One wonders if Terry Pratchett should contribute
 to their survival fund, given CMOT Dibbler in Discworld. However, one
 point of difference -- Dibblers belong to the antechinus family, which
 means they are famously sexually rapacious. The fact that at the end of
 the breeding season no males are left alive caused zoologists no end of
 puzzlement, until it was discovered that they'd gone without sleep and
 food in their sexual frenzy. Leaving a population of pregnant
 females....'
  

    
How funny. Like adolescent American boys...
Luckily my 14 yr old is still more interested in Legos.
  

    
That's *AWESOME*!