Footnotes Raising Steam

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And no amount of bribery by beer or by women in the pub would make them give up the precious secrets of the barn*.

There were some salacious comments about this, but it appeared, alas, to the local and as yet unmarried girls that Mad Iron Simnel and his men had found something more interesting than women and apparantly it was made of steel.
Raising Steam, p. 19
Bonk*

Correctly pronounced Beyonk.
Raising Steam, p. 25
a "king" - a dezka-knik†, as they [dwarfs] call him

Literal translation: 'chief mining engineer'.
Raising Steam, p. 25
I hope you have no rat with that?*'

Humans might have said 'beef' at this point, but not many dwarfs have a taste for cow, whereas rat is preennially dependable.
Raising Steam, p. 27
the Ankh-Morpork Rat Pack*

Scouting for trolls, dwarfs and humans was brought in shortly after the Koom Valley Accord had been signed, on the suggestion of Lord Vetinari, to allow the young of the three dominant species to meet and hopefully get along together. Naturally the youg of all species, when thrown together, instead of turning against one another would join forces against the real enemy, that is to say their parents, teachers and miscellaneous authority which was so old-fashioned. And up to a point, and amazingly, it had worked and that was Ankh-Morpork, although they might be very interestedin how much money you had.
Raising Steam, p. 28
since the jug with which his [Harry] wife was now armed was also quite a heavy one.*

Besides from the McSweeney dynasty and therefore frighteningly expensive. Although, he thought, when he looked at the porcelain shards on the floor, they didn't look that expensive.
Raising Steam, p. 33
the pure†

A term, technically speaking, for dog muck, much prized by the tanneries.
Raising Steam, p. 33
As for Adora Belle, the clacks were in her bones, it was her legacy and woe betide anyone who got between it and her,*

Unless they were a golem. During the dark days when the familiy clacks company had been usurped by businessmen, Adora Belle had diverted her energies into golem emancipation. She was still involved with the Golem Trust, but the pace of change in Ankh-Morpork, she was pleased to notice, meant that the golems were quite happily trusting themselves.
Raising Steam, p. 35
they could afford Crossly, the butler, and Mrs Crossly too.†

Adora Belle was, as even she knew, a creatively bad cook, mostly because she thought cookery was a waist of time for a woman with even half a mind; and since Moist took pretty much the same stance when it came to manual labour, the arrangement seemed to suit all parties.
Raising Steam, p. 35
Crisp‡

Which was his only name.
Raising Steam, p. 35
his [Moist] private bathroom,*

Separate bathrooms of course being the key to any happy marriage.
Raising Steam, p. 36
Adora Belle.†

'Spike' to her fond husband. Her brother had called her Killer, but he meant it in a nice way.
Raising Steam, p. 36
a whole malignity* of goblins

The official collective noun for a bunch of goblins.
Raising Steam, p. 37
Effing stairs*

The wonderfully colourful oak wood of the Effing Forest was much in demand for high-class joinery.
Raising Steam, p. 38
Treacle Miner*

Known by habitués as the Sticky Head.
Raising Steam, p. 41
she [Adora Belle] was indeed the boss*

If you could give that name to somebody who had to deal every day with forms to sign, go to far too many meetings about meetings and handle the most petty correspondence.
Raising Steam, p. 47
'molybdenum disulphide',*

This black crystalline compound was widely used by troll women as an anti-aging cream. Dick Simnel had been thorough in his research and it was, apparantly, a very efficient lubricant.
Raising Steam, p. 49
Moist ... Deputy Chairman of the Royal Bank of Ankh-Morpork*

The actual chairman being, in point of fact, Mr. Fusspot, chairdog.
Raising Steam, p. 60
speculative building*

A term meaning that the builder speculates about how far away he can be, and with how much money, before the buyer finds that the footings have, in fact, no feet, the septic tank is one foot deep with a tendency to flow backwards, and the bricks owe a lot to that most organic and venerable of all building materials, cow shit. The whole business traditionally begins with a plot, in every sense of the word. Entire suburbs were being built with such beguiling names as Nightingale Valley and Sunflower Gardens which had never heard a nightingale or seen a sunflower in bloom, but nevertheless were on the market with CMOT Dibbler Practically Real Estate and Associates, currently doing a roaring trade.
Raising Steam, p. 64
Oi Dong*

Oi Dong being not dissimilar to Shangri-La.
Raising Steam, p. 65
b'zugda-hiara*

'lawn ornament'
Raising Steam, p. 86
the Nugganites,*

Not to be confused with the fabled Nougat Knights, famed in dwarfish mythology as the ancestors who, at the beginning of the world created the treacle mines and other subterranean sweets.
Raising Steam, p. 88
lotuses*

Moist wondered whether it should be loti, but thought, well, what the hell.
Raising Steam, p. 117
warm specie*

The term 'specie' requires the person asking for it to rub their thumb and forefinger together in a knowing way, if you know what I mean, guvnor?
Raising Steam, p. 124
a troll, Mr Teasy-Weasy Fornacite*

The moment Moist heard the name he went for the dictionary and was releived to find that fornacite was a rare lead, copper chromate arsenate hydroxide mineral. The troll was a lovely bluey green colour.
Raising Steam, p. 129
tell them to put their nonsense where the light shines too much!'*

Humans would have said, 'Put it where the sun don't shine.'
Raising Steam, p. 132
the Sto Plains Hygienic Railway.*

There had been some discussion about the word 'hygienic', and Moisthad lost. Hygienic, everyone else thought, gave the project a certain tone, a sort of je ne sais quoi. Lady King said this herself and who was going to argue with the Duchess?
Raising Steam, p. 134
Effie, now definitely a Lady,*

Although in the eyes of her spouse she had always been the Duchess, a pet name he reserved for just her.
Raising Steam, p. 135
'Cedric is always waiting - twinkle, twinkle.'*

The feared kitten torture was actually one dreamed up by Moist, and Vetinari had been impressed. In the dungeons of the palace there was a large iron maiden, seldom used. In these modern times the kitten torture regime was the punishment that would cause the miscreant to pause before doing anything that would place them in the dungeon again. The mechanism and the kittens were presided over by Cedric: not clever, but grateful for the pay packet every month, and he was very fond of kittens, with which the streets of Ankh-Morpork were overflowing. The kittens would be placed in the iron maiden in large numbers, along with the miscreant who could just about sit. At the bottom was a little hatch, large enough to push through a sizeable saucer of milk. Every time a kitten was in distress and made its distress noticeable, Cedric would open up the maiden and give the victim a whack with his cudgel, the amount of cudgelling being contingent on the state of upset of said kitten. There were some idiots who thought this laughable, but it worked, and after a certain amount of cudgelling visitors were said to be amazed at the general atmosphere of hapiness inside the iron maiden, where the purring was so loud it resonated throughout the dungeon.
Raising Steam, p. 138
déjà fu*

The discipline where hands move in time as well as space, the exponent twisting space behind his own back whilst doing so.
Raising Steam, p. 139
certain sources*

All's [All Jolson, chef] mastery of artery-clogging cuisine had made him a number of friends in interesting places - trading sources for sauces had turned out to be very good business practice,
Raising Steam, p. 142
Sir Harry was somewhat dismayed by this:*

A dismay shared by many of the journalists, who worried they would get mud on their new shoes and be attacked by pheasants.
Raising Steam, p. 149
Queen Keli of Sto Lat*

Protector of the Eight Protectorates and Empress of the Long Thin Debated Piece Hubwards of Sto Kerrig.
Raising Steam, p. 150
a neat label WAITING ROOM, alongside the entrance to the platform.†

There were in fact two waiting rooms, one for men and families and the other for single ladies; as predicted, Effie was very firm that all aspects of the railway should be clean and wholesome, indeed hygienic, something she was very keen on.
Raising Steam, p. 150
He [Moist] wondered what the press would make of Effie's gift to railway travel. Sometimes the art editor of the Ankh-Morpork Times could be quite creative.*

The caption as it turned out was 'Let the train take the strain'. It appeared that Mr de Worde and his wife were very impressed with the toilet facilities.
Raising Steam, p. 154
a troll and he ... cheerfully announced*

And when a troll announces, you really are announced at.
Raising Steam, p. 155
and the fireproof wizards taking their turn on the footplate stared into the fire box and approved.*

Even Professor Rincewind, who spent most of the journey hiding under his seat in the firm belief that locomotion was exactly the kind of thing that usually led to certain death, conceded that trains could come in very handy when one wanted to get somewhere, or, more importantly, away from somewhere, quickly.
Raising Steam, p. 171
the edges of the Ankh-Morpork hegemony*

Which, it has to be noted, included a certain amount of hinterland, as with most city states.
Raising Steam, p. 181
Moist had been there [Quirm] ... in different guises ... and, on one very memorable occasion, a different sex.*

The jailers couldn't understand how he'd escaped until they realized they weren't getting their washing back.
Raising Steam, p. 182
Moist was expecting a happy week dealing with the lobsters,*

He knew he couldn't use that colloquial term around there, of course, but after all, the people of Quirm called the people of Ankh-Morpork sphincters, mostly in fun. Mostly.
Raising Steam, p. 183
He [a dwarf] was in it too high!*

For humans he would have been in too deep. Way too deep.
Raising Steam, p. 199
Have seen the big horse.*

An Ankh-Morpork citizen will never yield to the idea that there are other cities at least as good as their own and treat the concept that there could be with humorous disdain. The phrase originated when an Ankh-Morpork citizen was shown an equestrian statue in Pseudopolis and when faced with the beast, said, 'Maybe it's a Big Horse I'm Morporkian', an incident that gave rise to a popular bar room song.
Raising Steam, p. 205
eau de snail*

Which instead of masking the ubiquitous goblin smell merely lent it an extra piquancy.
Raising Steam, p. 208
Goblin pots were beautiful, extremely fine and as iridescent as a butterfly's wing.*

Unggue pots, as they were called, had a major and sacred part in goblin society. In Ankh-Morpork sensible goblins were making quasi unggue pots for sale, looking like the real thing, Adorra Belle said, but with the magic taken out and the wonderful sparkle left in. However, it helped if you didn't pay too much attention to what the pots traditionally held . . .
Raising Steam, p. 213
Goblins acquired a fighting spirit with their mother's milk, if indeed their mothers had milk.*

There was no point in speculating on what else they could have. Just the thought turned Moist's stomach.
Raising Steam, p. 214
twigs*

Any young goblin is thought of as being a twig.
Raising Steam, p. 216
a one troll trolley bus*

Which consisted of a troll with a comfortable pannier on either side that can carry up to four people.
Raising Steam, p. 229
Moist had hardly done anything actually truly wicked in his life*

Apart from occasuinally going with a few clients down to the Pink PussyCat Club to appear to have a good time and stick money down the garters of the gyrating young ladies, which really was hardly evil at all in the light of early-onset middle age, just rather sad, although extremely enjoyable at the time and a death warrant if Adora Belle ever found out.
Raising Steam, p. 232
running extremely carefully and precisely,*

Colon and Nobby had lived a long time in a dangerous occupation and they knew how not to be dead. To wit, by arriving when the bad guys had got away.
Raising Steam, p. 240
Otto Chriek of the Ankh-Morpork Times, who was always first on the scene.*

It would be impolite to ask Otto how he got around so quickly. Of course, everybody knew that he was a vampire, but he was a fervent black ribboner and so whatever anybody thought they knew about him, they didn't talk about it.
Raising Steam, p. 251
whether one company's freight truck could be hitched to another company's train to complete its journey without need to offload*

A development thast proved fatal to the Brassica Carriage Company, which had elected to construct its engines and tracks to a gauge based on the horse-drawn cabbage delivery carts.
Raising Steam, p. 259
And most certainly at Hogswatch, Harry, grumbling like an elderly troll with a headache, nevertheless made sure all employees had actual named meat on their tables, and lots of it.*

And yet Harry was still a Titan, a humorous term meaning deep trousers and short fingers, owing to his tendency to look on the disgorging of money in much the same light as root canal surgery delivered by a troll dentist.
Raising Steam, p. 271
Amazingly, the constable [Special Constable Of the Chimney the Bones] allowed his superior officer to call him Boney on the sensible basis that if there was some mêlée or other and you needed help you'd want a simple word to scream.*

Feeney was privileged. To a goblin, the name is always the name, untouchable and part of the goblin itself.
Raising Steam, p. 274
to enjoy the fruits of his labour*

Or indeed, the fruits de mer of his labour.
Raising Steam, p. 278
the ne Flyer Mark II, ... all now with names as Spirit of Scrote and King of Pseudoplois*.

Moist suspected Vetinari had had some say in that coinage since Pseudopolis had never had a king and was beset by the curse of democracy, an affliction the Patrician couldn't abide.
Raising Steam, p. 280
Admittedly the privies were outside, but nevertheless the plumbing was well maintained.†

Around the Sto Plains, as in other places, it took a while for country people to come to terms with indoor . . . facilities. A privy in the garden with fresh air all around was considered much more hygienic and, if you were careful, the tomatoes you grew would be most excellent.‡
Raising Steam, p. 280
A privy in the garden ... and, if you were careful, the tomatoes you grew would be most excellent.‡

If you don't know what this means, your grandparents will tell you.
Raising Steam, p. 280
done properly, and doubly so if Effie was around.*

On the Quirm line Harry had had to stop her from giving them a bidet.
Raising Steam, p. 281
those deviously cunning artificers who were making a small fortune from railway memorabilia.*

This would have been an even bigger fortune had not Thunderbolt carefully made certain that the Hygienic Railway Company took its slice.
Raising Steam, p. 287
including a miniature Harry King.*

Harry was thrilled; he tried to be nonchalant about it but when he heard the suggestion that he should be part of a toy railroad he grinned from ear to ear, although Effie complained that they had made him look too fat.
Raising Steam, p. 288
there was really very little of him to soak.*

With all goblins, the male ones especially, you got the impression of sinews but they mostly consisted of sinews tied together with other sinews. Surely, the mind protested, there must be muscles in there somewhere, but quite possibly they had to fight to find some room among all those damn sinews.
Raising Steam, p. 296
panting like a celestial runner.*

It is well known that it is possible to climb Cori Celesti. Many athletes have attempted to climb to the summit and most of them have failed, although history does admit that a posse of elderly gentlemen with arthritis and bandy legs did manage this feat but subsequently died like heroes which was, after all, what it was all about. Other aspiring and indeed perspiring athletes have managed to get at least a little way up by using what is known as the Path of Lights, which it has to be said does not favour anyone who is not a true hero. nevertheless many still attempt to run up Cori Celesti or at least break their femur in trying.
Raising Steam, p. 301
Moist looked every week at the complaints, breakdowns and miscellaneous problems book, ... woman in labour.*

Miss Daisy Snapes was officially the first person to be born on a moving train, thanks to a midwife who rushed the mother to the guard's van. Young Daisy was born at thirty miles an hour and her doting parents named her Locomotion Snapes, until Moist got to hear about it and gave her and her parents a free season ticket on the railway, along with the suggestion that Locomotion might sound better as a middle name.
Raising Steam, p. 304
the Netherglades*

The swamps in this part of the world are famous for their birdlife but also notorious, because they move constantly and quickly. Dry land is hard to find. The human inhabitants live on large rafts that serve as boths shelters and gardens. The older generations have splayed feet, which they try to encourage in their offspring because the webs show that the owner is a great hunter of the swamps. They have no known enemies, probably because most people don't want to step into a swamp. They are in fact helpfull to travelers, and they distil extremely usefull medications from the floating flora and fauna of the swamps, which include the twisting honeydew and the egregorious flytrap, whose venom can be used in the making of delicate ironwork etchings, and which must be approached with extreme caution as the venom can be spat over several yards.
There clearly has been magic at work in the Netherglades and its future as the pharmacopoeia of the world is being tested by Professor Rincewind of Unseen University. A dispatch from reveals that the juice pressed from a certain little yellow flower induces certainty in the patient for up to fifteen minutes. About what they are certain they cannot specify, but the patient is, in that short time, completely certain about everything. And further research has found that a floating water hyacinth yields in its juices total uncertainty about anything for half an hour. Philosophers are excited about the uses of these potions, and the search continues for a plant that combines the qualities of both, thereby being of great use to theologians.
Raising Steam, p. 306
Ardent and the banished grags ... triumphantly* returned

In their minds, at least, although it has to be said that they had been too careful to attempt to overthrow the Low King until he was far away in Quirm.
Raising Steam, p. 310
Lord Vetinari stepped forward from the shadows in the room*

At least, that's where Moist assumed he'd come from. Vetinari was one of the greatest students of concealment the Assassins had ever produced, so it could simply have been a shadowy state of mind.
Raising Steam, p. 334
making the lower class coaches at least waterproof.*

The only carriages that were open to the weather were the ons for those extra large passengers (mostly trolls) who couldn't fit inside anything else, and that was because they were in fact the coal cars. No one minded - trolls were impervious to rain, which helped them cultivate a better quality of lichen in any case, and the coal doubled as a welcome snack during the journey.
Raising Steam, p. 342
an extraordinary* rule

In that it went against every instinct of a born-and-bred Ankh-Morporkian.
Raising Steam, p. 354
the communication cord*

Some months before, Mr Reg Shoe, travelling in an otherwise empty compartment, had got his fingers trapped when the carriage window shot up unexpectedly fast, and by the time the train reached the terminus he had lost the top joint of one digit. Mr Shoe, being a zombie, though indignant was merely inconvenienced by this accident, but at Effie's insistence Simnel had deviced the communication cord: a small rope that ran the length of the train, with a bell attached to either end. If there was a problem, a passenger could pull this rope and the driver or guard, alerted by the bell, would slam on the brakes.
Raising Steam, p. 356
the Falls*

Moist had seen the Falls before and that's just what they were . . . falls. Pretty good falls by the standard of falls, but once you'd looked at them for a few minutes undoubtedly someone would say: 'Where can we get a coffee around here?'
Raising Steam, p. 378
There were spices from Klatch*

And if you knew where to ask, the fabled Klatchian migratory bog truffle, which despite resembling the Klatchian bog toad in both taste and appearance was extremely rare and therefore a delicacy.
Raising Steam, p. 379
ah grag nun*

Dwarfish, trans.: my lord.
Raising Steam, p. 384
several specialist members of the Watch*

Which didn't include Corporal Nobby Nobbs or Sergeant Colon, who were not precisely special but, as Moist knew, curiously useful, which was why Vimes put up with them.
Raising Steam, p. 386
she [Iron Girder] had been covered with petals by the virgins of the town.*

Atleast they said they were virgins. There certainly were petals.
Raising Steam, p. 398
Ardent was a mere stripling youth,*

A dwarf is not thought of as a youth until he is in his fifties.
Raising Steam, p. 409
stumbleweed*

Stumbleweed is like tumbleweed, but less athletic. This tells you everything you need to know about Slake.
Raising Steam, p. 417
Vetinari had been at his desk reading reports of what looked suspiciously to Moist like other people's clack messages.*

Although this accusation has never been levelled by anybody at his lordship, which is to say, none have been found.
Raising Steam, p. 432
while battling a particularly ferocious dwarf,*

The way that Moist fought was erratic, since he took the view that if you didn't know what you were going to do next, neither would the enemy. After all, it was a mêlée and nobody owns a mêlée. You might as well try to control a hurricane.
Raising Steam, p. 439
vurms*

Vurms are somewhat like glow worms, but with a stink that illumines. They can be found in deep dark places, where they subsist on the effluvia of any creatures that may arrive there. They are very useful to tomb raiders and others of that kidney - who in turn are often very useful to the vurms, especially their kidneys.
Raising Steam, p. 450
the tradional dwarf manner of butting helmets.*

A part of dwarf etiquette that outsiders find near impossible to master, the traditional helmet butt is a little less vigorous than the manoeuvre known on the tougher streets of Ankh-Morpork as the 'Shamlegger Kiss', but it must also not be so gentle as to imply that either the giver or the reciver is a sissy.
Raising Steam, p. 455
an area behind the palace where a jungle of drain pipes emptied and several mis-matched sheds, washhouses and lean-tos housed some of the necessary functions without which a modern palace could not operate.*

Frankly most palaces are just like this. Their backsides do not bear looking at.
Raising Steam, p. 473

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