Thief of Time - Build

Anyway, a clock measured. Distance didn't get tangled up in a tape measure. All a clock did was count teeth on a wheel. Or... light... Light with teeth. He'd seen that in the dream. Light not as something bright in the sky, but as an excited line, going up and down like a wave.

'Could you... build something like this?' he said.

Igor looked at the drawings again. 'Yeth,' he said, nodding. Then he pointed to several large glass containers around the drawing of the central column of the clock. 'And I know what thethe are,' he said.

'In my dr- I mean, I imagined them as fizzing,' said Jeremy. '

Very, very thecret knowledge, thothe jarth,' said Igor, carefully ignoring the question. 'Can you get copper rodth here, thur?'

'In Ankh-Morpork? Easily.'

'And thinc?'

'Lots of it, yes.'

'Thulphuric athid?'

'By the carboy, yes.'

'I mutht have died and gone to heaven,' said Igor. ' Jutht put me near enough copper and thinc and athid, thur,' he said, 'and then we thall thee thparkth.’

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The Thief of Time - p56-57