Had he ever really thought properly when he was alive? He doubted it. He’d just been a lot of complicated reactions attached to a lot of nerve endings, with everything from idle rumination about the next meal to random, distracting memories getting between him and real thought.
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Думал ли он когда-нибудь толком, пока был жив? Он сомневался. Он был просто кучей сложных реакций привязанных к куче нервных окончаний. И всем, от ленных размышлений о следующем ужине, до случайных, отвлекающих воспоминаний, встревающих на пути между ним и настоящими мыслями.


зы знаю, знаю, что страдаю лексической бегемотовостью

It occurred to Teppic that the landless peasants down on the delta had more
freedom than he did, although the seditious and non-kingly side of
him said, yes, freedom to catch any diseases of their choice,
starve as much as they wanted, and die of whatever dreadful ague
took their fancy. But freedom, of a sort.

All dwarfs are by nature dutiful, serious, literate, obedient and thoughtful people whose only minor failing is a tendency, after one drink, to rush at enemies screaming "Arrrrrrgh!" and axing their legs off at the knee.