Today's dose of Pratchett Preachin' comes from 'The Wee Free Men':
"Granny Aching's light, weaving slowly across the downs, on freezing, sparkly nights or in storms like a raging war, saving lambs from the creeping frost or rams from the precipice. She froze and struggled and tramped through the night for idiot sheep that never said thank you and would be just as stupid tomorrow, and get into the same trouble again. And she did it because not doing it was unthinkable."
— Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men
Granny Aching isn't being noble. She isn't getting anything out of it — the sheep don't thank her, don't learn, don't improve. They'll be exactly as stupid tomorrow and need saving all over again, and she knows it. It's the most thankless job imaginable, and the sentence Pratchett hangs the whole thing on is "she did it because not doing it was unthinkable." Not because it was heroic, not because anyone was watching, not even because it made her feel good — just because the alternative wasn't a real option. That's the quietest, most honest definition of duty I've ever read. Real goodness in Pratchett is never glamorous; it's freezing nights and idiot sheep and no applause. The dramatic stuff — the monsters, the big speeches, the heroic rescues — that's the easy part. The hard part is showing up again tomorrow for something that will never thank you and never get better. And that's what makes Tiffany a witch, and what makes her worth a dozen fairy-tale princesses: she watched her granny do it, and absorbed it into her bones. Do the thing because it has to be done. The reward is that you did it.
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