Then take the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. And yet [...] you act as if there is some ideal order in the world, as if there is some... some rightness in the universe by which it may be judged.

Twoflower was a tourist, the first ever seen on the discworld. Tourist, Rincewind had decided, meant idiot.