I was rereading Going Postal this week on the trains to work, and remembering why I happened to like Moist Von Lipwig so much, particualrly his profound use of pretty metaphors.
As I got to the end, a single line stuck out, when Moist is up on the Post Office roof, viewing the Clacks system. Sure, he knows it's all mathematics and is a corrupt system that he should hate, but instead, he'd kinda awed by the view at night, describing the great towers as:
"Silent at this distance, winking their signals above the rising mists, outlining their constellations against the evening....dropping words across the world as softly as starlight."
I couldn't draw this scene out by hand- it required colors for me to even think about it- but I had to get it down on screen/paper before I could move on. Not the best I've ever done, but pretty good for 2 1/2 hours of work.
Going Postal, Clacks, Moist von Lipwig, discworld (c) Terry Pratchett.