This cat, on the other hand, was its own animal. All cats give that impression, of course, but instead of the mindless animal self-absorption that passes for secret wisdom in the creatures, Greebo radiated genuine intelligence. He also radiated a smell that would have knocked over a wall and caused sinus trouble in a dead fox. (WS)
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And she made sure that she had always put sprouts on to boil just before a séance. Nothing is more reassuring, nothing is more true to the comfortable spirit of English occultism, than the smell of Brussel sprouts cooking in the
next room. (GO) The nose is also the only organ that can see backwards in time. (Th)
Light has a smell.
In the dank, damp cellars the sharp sulphur stink of the match flew like a yellow bird, rising on drafts, plunging through cracks. It was a clean and bitter smell and it cut through the dull underground reek like a knife. (AM) 'An' there's some kid outside says he’s got to speak to you, hnah, specially,’ Snouty went on. ‘Shall I give him
a clip alongside the head?’ ‘What does he smell like?' said Vimes, sipping the scalding corrosive tea. ‘Bottom of a baboon’s cage, sarge.’ ‘Ah, Nobby Nobbs.' (NW) There was this to be said about the Smell of Foul Ole Ron, an odour so intense that it took on a personality of its own and fully justified the capital letter: after the initial shock the organs of smell just gave up and shut down, as if no more able to comprehend the thing than an oyster can comprehend the ocean. (TT)
It was something about Cohen. Maybe it was what they called charisma. It overpowered even his normal smell of a goat that had just eaten curried asparagus. (IT)
...if you haven’t smelled Ankh-Morpork on a hot day you haven’t smelled anything.
The citizens are proud of it. They carry chairs outside to enjoy it on a really good day. They puff out their cheeks and slap their chests and comment cheerfully on its little distinctive nuances. They have even put up a statue to it, to commemorate the time when the troops of a rival state tried to invade by stealth one dark night and managed to get to the top of the walls before, to their horror, their nose plugs gave out. (LF) |
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