Guards! Guards!

von Terry Pratchett

¿The people next door oppress me all night long. I tell them, I work all day, a man¿s got to have some time to learn to play the tuba. That¿s oppression, that is. If I¿m not under the heel of the oppressor I don¿t know who is.¿

An aura of mean-minded resentfulness is thick in the streets of Ankh-Morpork. Insurrection is in the air. The Haves and Have-Nots are about to fall out all over again. The Have-Nots ant some of their own magic. But magic in the hands of amateurs is a dangerous thing.

The City Watch is the last line of defence against such unnatural goings-on. But when even the Watch have trouble telling Right from Wrong, you know that Law and Order ain¿t what it used to be. But that¿s all about to change¿