Studies have shown that an ant can carry one hundred times its own weight, but there is no known limit to the lifting power of the average tiny eighty-year-old Spanish peasant grandmother.
Interpretation
This quote humorously highlights the surprising strength of an elderly woman compared to the remarkable abilities of an ant.
Terry Pratchett uses this quote to humorously compare the extraordinary strength of an ant, known for its ability to carry immense weight relative to its size, to that of an elderly Spanish grandmother. The implication is that there are often unexpected sources of strength and capability in individuals who may not fit conventional expectations, using satire to celebrate the resilience and surprising power of older generations, particularly grandmothers.
In practice
In a speech about the power of resilience in older generations.
And then Jack chopped down what was the world's last beanstalk, adding murder and ecological terrorism to the theft, enticement, and trespass charges already mentioned, and all the giant's children didn't have a daddy anymore. But he got away with it and lived happily ever after, without so much as a guilty twinge about what he had done...which proves that you can be excused for just about anything if you are a hero, because no one asks inconvenient questions.
They've got something they do it with, I think it's called a mocracy, and it means everyone in the whole country can say who the new Tyrant is. One man ... one vet. ... Everyone has ... the vet. Except for women, of course. And children. And criminals. And slaves. And stupid people. And people of foreign extraction. And people disapproved of for, er, various reasons. And lots of other people. But everyone apart from them. It's a very enlightened civilization.
Geography is just physics slowed down, with a couple of trees stuck in it.
You can't trample infidels when you're a tortoise. I mean, all you could do is give them a meaningful look.
Any fool could be a witch with a runic knife, but it took skill to be one with an apple corer.
People look down on stuff like geography and meteorology, and not only because they're standing on one and being soaked by the other. They don't look quite like real science. But geography is only physics slowed down and with a few trees stuck on it, and meteorology is full of excitingly fashionable chaos and complexity. And summer isn't a time. It's a place as well. Summer is a moving creature and likes to go south for the winter.
Nobody likes to see a stupid guy wise up.
I've turned the annoying questions that white people ask into a career, so I understand that's where I live.
My character is self-important, poorly informed, well-intentioned but an idiot. So we said, `Let's give him a promotion.'
I get up every morning and read the obituary column. If my name's not there, I eat breakfast.
The other night I ate at a real nice family restaurant. Every table had an argument going.
Whiskey is carried into committee rooms in demijohns and carried out in demagogues.
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