Again with Raising Steam

I freely admit I'm struggling to read Terry Pratchett's "Raising Steam," his last novel before The Embuggerance claimed him.

But I got to this little scene starting on page 185 of the copy I have and thought, "Ah, finally something Pratchettesque.

"There is something vaguely worrying about the word reckon that leaves the ear, for many hard to understand reasons, wishing it was something else a little more certain and a little less frightening. And as bad luck would have it, some twenty minutes later an ear was exactly what spiraled down out of the settling steaming fog and through mangled trees that looked as if they had been scythed by dragons, and the birds that were coming down cooked . . ."

I can keep reading this.