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get back to the Yard.'
They proceeded to the Brass Bridge, quite slowly, because Carrot cheerfully acknowledged everyone they met. Hard-edged ruffians, whose normal response to a remark from a Watchman would be genteelly paraphrased by a string of symbols generally found on the top row of a typewriter's keyboard, would actually smile awkwardly and mumble something harmless in response to his hearty, 'Good evening, Masher! Mind how you go!'
Vimes stopped halfway across the bridge to light his cigar, striking a match on one of the ornamental hippos. Then he looked down into the turbid waters.
'Carrot?'
'Yes, captain?'
'Do you think there's such a thing as a criminal mind?'
Carrot almost people. That was something else.
The point was. . . well, he didn't like dwarfs and trolls. But he didn't like anyone very much. The point was that he moved in their company every day, and he had a right to dislike them. The point was that no fat idiot had the right to say things like that.audibly tried to work this out.'What . . . you mean like . . . Mr Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler, sir?''He's not a criminal.''You have eaten one of his pies, sir?''I mean . . . yes . . . but . . . he's just geographically divergent in the financial hemisphere.''Sir?''I mean he just disagrees with other people about the position of things. Like money. He thinks it should all be in his pocket. No, I meant—' Vimes closed his eyes, and thought about cigar smoke and flowing drink and laconic voices. There were people who'd steal money from people. Fair enough. That was just theft. But there were people who, with one easy word, would steal the humanity from
He stared at the water. One of the piles of the bridge was right below