Whatโs this here,โ he said suspiciously, โabout us got to give you faggots?โ Oh, we have to have them,โ said Newt, โWe burn them.โ Say what?โ We burn them.โ The guardโs face broadened into a grin. And theyโd told him England was soft. โRight on!โ he said
Terry PratchettThe rising sun managed to peek around the vast column of smoke that forever rose from Ankh-Morpork, City of Cities, illustrating almost up to the edge of space that smoke means progress or, at least, people setting fire to things.
Terry Pratchett