Dudley's dungeon

Dogley picks up a   
scrollAnd I was gazing on the surges prone,
With many a scalding tear and many a groan,
When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand,
Grasping this scroll, and this same slender wand.
I knelt with pain--reached out my hand--had grasp'd
Those treasures--touch'd the knuckles--they unclasp'd--
I caught a finger: but the downward weight
O'erpowered me--it sank. Then 'gan abate
The storm, and through chill aguish gloom outburst
The comfortable sun. I was athirst
To search the book, and in the warming air
Parted its dripping leaves with eager care.
Strange matters did it treat of, and drew on
My soul page after page, till well-nigh won
Into forgetfulness; when, stupefied,
I read these words, and read again, and tried
My eyes against the heavens, and read again.
        [ Endymion, by John Keats ]

Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team
Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
NetHack may be freely redistributed.  See license for details. labeled READ 
ME.                 
}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}}
...}}}}}..........}}
.}}}}}}........@...}
}}..}}}}..d.......}}
}}...}}}}........}}}
}}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}

It is not so easy to
open this tin"You know salmon, Sarge," said Nobby.
"It is a fish of which I am aware, yes."
"You know they sell kind of slices of it in tins..."
"So I am given to understand, yes."
"Weell...how come all the tins are the same size?  Salmon
gets thinner at both ends."
"Interesting point, Nobby.  I think-"
        [ Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett ]

Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team
Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
NetHack may be freely redistributed.  See license for details..      
.}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}}
...}}}}}..........}}
.}}}}}}........@...}
}}..}}}}..d.......}}
}}...}}}}........}}}
}}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}

It smells like      
spotted jellies.    
Eat it? (y/n) y     
}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}}
...}}}}}..........}}
.}}}}}}........@...}
}}..}}}}..d.......}}
}}...}}}}........}}}
}}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}

You consume dried   
spotted jelly.      
.}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}}
...}}}}}..........}}
.}}}}}}........@...}
}}..}}}}..d.......}}
}}...}}}}........}}}
}}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}

You hear a blast.   
You smell marsh gas!
Dogley coughs.      
}}}}}}}}}.###}}}}}}}
...}}}}}.#####....}}
.}}}}}}.#######@...}
}}..}}}}.#####....}}
}}...}}}}.###....}}}
}}}}}}}}}}.#..}}}}}}

Zap what? r         
r - a wand of'Saruman!' he cried, and his voice grew in power and authority.
'Behold, I am not Gandalf the Grey, whom you betrayed.  I am
Gandalf the White, who has returned from death.  You have no
colour now, and I cast you from the order and from the Council.'
He raised his hand, and spoke slowly in a clear cold voice.
'Saruman, your staff is broken.'  There was a crack, and the
staff split asunder in Saruman's hand, and the head of it
fell down at Gandalf's feet.  'Go!' said Gandalf.  With a cry
Saruman fell back and crawled away.
        [ The Two Towers, by J.R.R. Tolkien ]

Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team
Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
NetHack may be freely redistributed.  See license for details. fire. 
.}}}}}}}}}}#}}}}}}}}
}}}}}}}}}.###}}}}}}}
...}}}}}.#####....}}
.}}}}}}.#######@...}
}}..}}}}.#####....}}
}}...}}}}.###....}}}
}}}}}}}}}}.#..}}}}}}

A towerTowers (_brooding_, _dark_) stand alone in Waste Areas and
almost always belong to Wizards.  All are several stories high,
round, doorless, virtually windowless, and composed of smooth
blocks of masonry that make them very hard to climb. [...]
You will have to go to a Tower and then break into it at some
point towards the end of your Tour.
[ The Tough Guide to Fantasyland, by Diana Wynne Jones ]

Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team
Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
NetHack may be freely redistributed.  See license for details. of flame    
erupts!             
.}}}}}}}}}}-}}}}}}}}
}}}}}}}}}./-\}}}}}}}
...}}}}}.//-\\....}}
.}}}}}}.|||^|||@...}
}}..}}}}.\\-//....}}
}}...}}}}.\-/....}}}
}}}}}}}}}}.-..}}}}}}

You hear the studio 
audience applaud.   
.}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}
}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}}
...}}}}}..........}}
.}}}}}}........@...}
}}..}}}}..d.......}}
}}...}}}}........}}}
}}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}

Dogley drops a      
scrollAnd I was gazing on the surges prone,
With many a scalding tear and many a groan,
When at my feet emerg'd an old man's hand,
Grasping this scroll, and this same slender wand.
I knelt with pain--reached out my hand--had grasp'd
Those treasures--touch'd the knuckles--they unclasp'd--
I caught a finger: but the downward weight
O'erpowered me--it sank. Then 'gan abate
The storm, and through chill aguish gloom outburst
The comfortable sun. I was athirst
To search the book, and in the warming air
Parted its dripping leaves with eager care.
Strange matters did it treat of, and drew on
My soul page after page, till well-nigh won
Into forgetfulness; when, stupefied,
I read these words, and read again, and tried
My eyes against the heavens, and read again.
        [ Endymion, by John Keats ]

Copyright (c) 1994, 1995, 1996 by the NetHack Development Team
Copyright (c) 1994 by Boudewijn Wayers
NetHack may be freely redistributed.  See license for details. labeled READ 
ME.                 
}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}}
...}}}}}..........}}
.}}}}}}........@...}
}}..}}}}..d.......}}
}}...}}}}........}}}
}}}}}}}}}}....}}}}}}