Oh, Rincewind. You're not my favourite Discworld character, and you're not even my favourite Discworld wizard (that would be the Bursar, who I find deeply, ridiculously hilarious) but on reread I do find myself warming to you. There you are, trying to make sense of the world in a non-magical way and it just doesn't have the good manners to cooperate.

Funnier than I remembered. Not Pratchett at his height but, as with "The Colour of Magic", you can see the signs of what's to come.