Of course, Granny Weatherwax made a great play of her independence and self-reliance. But the point about that kind of stuff was that you needed someone around to be proudly independent and self-reliant at. People who didn't need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn't need people.
It was like hermits. There was no point freezing your nadgers off on top of some moutain while communing with the Infinite unless you could rely on a ot of impressionable young women to come along occasionally and say 'Gosh'.

(a páginas 16 de "maskarade", de terry pratchett, da corgi.)