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course we can’t use magic against it! They need magic! Magic only makes them stronger.’
‘You must be able to do something!’ screamed Dibbler.
‘My dear sir, we didn’t start meddling with things best left –’ the Chair hesitated in mid‑snarl, ‘unmeddled-with with,’ he finished lamely.
‘Matches!’ Victor shouted. ‘Matches! Hurry!’
They all stared at him.
Then the ‘So what? I wasn’t intending to hang around in there,’ said Victor.
‘I mean really fast!’
‘ ‘Scuse me,’ said Gaspode patiently. They looked down at him.
‘Me an’ Laddie could do it,’ he said. ‘Four legs’re better ‘n two and so forth, y’know? When it comes to savin’ the day.’Chair nodded. ‘Ordinary fire,’ he said. ‘You’re right. That should do it. Good thinking, boy.’ He fumbled in a pocket and produced the bundle of matches that chain­smoking wizards always carried.‘You can’t burn the Odium,’ snapped Dibbler. ‘There’s heaps of film in there!’Victor ripped a poster off the wall, wrapped it in a crude torch, and lit one end.‘That’s what I’m going to burn,’ he said.‘ ‘Scuse me‑‘‘Stupid! Stupid!’ shouted Dibbler. ‘That stuff burns really fast!’‘ ‘Scuse me‑‘

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The Bursar locked his study door behind him. You had to do that. The Archchancellor thought that knocking on doors was something that happened to other people.
At least the horrible man seemed to have lost interest in the resograph, or whatever Riktor had called it. The Bursar had had a dreadful day, trying to conduct University business while knowing that the document was hidden in his room.
He pulled it out from under the carpet, turned up the lamp, and began to read.
He’d be the first to admit that he wasn’t any good at mechanical things. He gave up quickly on the bits about pivots, octiron pendulums, and air being compressed in bellows.
He homed in again on the paragraph that said: ‘If, then, disturbances in the fabric of reality cause ripples to spread out breath.
‘‑of the expelled pellets, which I estimate in serious disturbances‑‘
Plib.
‘‑may well exceed two pellets‑‘
Plib.from the epicentre, then the pendulum will tilt, compress the air in the relevant bellows, and cause the ornamental elephant closest to the epicentre to release a small lead ball into a cup. And thus the direction of the disturbance‑‘. . . whumm . . . whumm . . .He could hear it even up here. They’d just heaped more sandbags around it. No‑one dared move it now. The Bursar tried to concentrate on his reading.‘‑can be estimated by the number and force‑‘. . .whumm . . . whummWHUMMWHUMM.The Bursar found himself holding his ‘–expelled several inches‑‘

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bags lay around his feet.
The Librarian loved the clicks. They spoke to something in his soul. He’d even started writing a story which he thought would make a very good moving picture.[18] Everyone he showed it to said it was jolly good, often even beforegot a palm in his chest that sat him firmly on the floor, where great coils of film piled up on top of him.
He watched in horror as the great ape grunted, grasped a piece of the film in both hands and, with two bites, edited it. Then the Librarian picked him up, dusted him off, patted him on the head, thrust the great pile of unwound click into his helpless arms, and ambled swiftly out of the room with a few frames of film dangling from one paw. they’d read it. But something about this click was worrying him. He’d sat through it four times, and he was still worried. He eased himself out of the three seats he was occupying and knuckled his way up the aisle and into the little room where Bezam was rewinding the film. Bezam looked up as the door opened. ‘Get out-’ he began, and then grinned desperately and said, ‘Hallo, sir. Pretty good click, eh? We’ll be showing it again any minute now and - what the hell are you doing? You can’t do that!’ The Librarian ripped the huge roll of film off the projector and pulled it through his leathery fingers, holding it up to the light. Bezam tried to snatch it back and

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Afterwards, Silverfish very grudgingly paid them two dollars each and dismissed them.
‘He’ll tell all the other alchemists,’ said Ginger dispiritedly. ‘They stick together like glue.’
‘I notice we only get two dollars a day but the trolls get three,’ said Victor. ‘Why’s that?’
‘Because there aren’t so many trolls wanting to make moving pictures,’ said Ginger. ‘And a good handleman can get six or seven dollars a day. Performers aren’t important.’ She turned and glared at him.
‘I was doing OK,‘There’s never enough places to stay,’ said Morry.
‘I thought I might sleep on the beach,’ said Victor. ‘It’s warm ’ she said. ‘Nothing special, but OK. I was getting quite a lot of work. People thought I was reliable. I was building a career–’ ‘You can’t build a career on Holy Wood,’ said Victor. ‘That’s like building a house on a swamp. Nothing’s real.’ ‘I liked it! And now you’ve spoilt it all! And I’ll probably have to go back to a horrible little village you’ve probably never even heard of! Back to bloody milkmaiding! Thanks very much! Every time I see a cow’s arse, I’ll think of you!’ She stormed off in the direction of the town leaving Victor with the trolls. After a while Rock cleared his throat. ‘You got anywhere to stay?’ he said. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Victor, weakly.

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man shook his head. ‘Well,’- he said, ‘you’ve made my day. First time in weeks I’ve met someone who isn’t desperate to get into moving pictures. I thought everyone wanted to get into moving pictures. I thought as soon your mind,’ he said. ‘Everyone in Holy Wood knows me.’
Victor stared at the card. ‘Thank you,’ he said vaguely. ‘Er. Are you a wizard?’
Silverfish glared at him.
‘Whatever made you think that?’ he snapped.
‘You’re wearing a dress with magic symbols-’
‘Magic symbols? Look closely, boy! These are certainly not the credulous symbols of a ridiculous and outmoded belief system! These are the badges of an enlightened craft whose clear, new dawn is just . . . er, dawning! Magic symbols!’ he finished, in tones of withering scorn. ‘And as I saw you: he’ll be expecting a job in moving pictures for this night’s work.’ ‘Thanks all the same,’ said Victor. ‘But I don’t think I’d take to it.’ ‘Well, I owe you something.’ The little man fumbled in a pocket and produced a card. Victor took it. It read: Thomas SilverfishInteresting and Instructive Kinematography One and Two Reelers Nearly non-explosive Stock1, Holy Wood ‘That’s if ever you change

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''S quite simple,' said Xeno. 'Look, let's say this olive stone is the arrow and this, and this-' he cast around aimlessly - 'and this stunned seagull is the tortoise, right? Now, when you fire the arrow it goes from here to the seag - the tortoise, am I right?'
'I suppose so, but-'
'But, bytortoise kebabs to prove him wrong. The trouble with my friend here is that he doesn't know the difference between a postulate and a metaphor of human existence. Or a hole in the ground.'
'It didn't hit it yesterday,' snapped Xeno.
'Yes, I was watching. You hardly pulled the string back. I saw you,' said Ibid.
They started to argue again. this time, the seagu - the tortoise has moved on a bit, hasn't he? Am I right?' 'I suppose so,' said Teppic, helplessly. Xeno gave him a look of triumph. 'So the arrow has to go a bit further, doesn't it, to where the tortoise is now. Meanwhile the tortoise has flow - moved on, not much, I'll grant you, but it doesn't have to be much. Am I right? So the arrow has a bit further to go, but the point is that by the time it gets to where the tortoise is now the tortoise isn't there. So, if the tortoise keeps moving, the arrow will never hit it. It'll keep getting closer and closer but never hit it. QED.' 'Are you right?' said Teppic automatically. 'No,' said Ibid coldly. 'There's a dozen

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Chidder leaned over.
'Where's Arthur?' he said.
Teppic looked at the bed opposite him. There was a pathetically small sack of clothing positioned neatly in its centre, but no sign of its intended occupant.
'Do you think he's run away?' he said, staring around at the shadows.
'Could be,' said with as unpleasant a collection of occult symbols as Teppic. had ever seen. When they were completed to his satisfaction he placed the candles at strategic points and lit them; they spluttered and gave off a smell that suggested that you really wouldn't want to know what they were made of. He drew a short, red-handled knife from the jumble on the bed and advanced towards the goat-
A pillow hit him on the back of the head.Chidder. 'It happens a lot, you know. Mummy's boys, away from home for the first time-' The door at the end of the room swung open slowly and Arthur entered, backwards, tugging a large and very reluctant billy goat. It fought him every step of the way down the aisle between the bedsteads. The boys watched in silence for several minutes as he tethered the animal to the end of his bed, upended the sack on the blankets, and took out several black candles, a sprig of herbs, a rope of skulls, and a piece of chalk. Taking the chalk, and adopting the shiny, pink-faced expression of someone who is going to do what they know to be right no matter what, Arthur drew a double circle around his bed and then, getting down on his chubby knees, filled the space between them

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There's a troupe in Lancre now, I heard. I haven't been because, you know.' Magrat looked down. ' 'Tis not right, a woman going into such places by herself.'
Granny nodded. She thoroughly approved of such sentiments so long as there was, of course, no suggestion that they applied to her.desperately to her colleague's arm as she struggled to get to her feet.
'It's all right,' she whispered. 'He's not dead!'
'Are you calling me a liar, my girl?' snapped Granny. 'I saw it all!'
'Look, Granny, it's not really realcomplicated—' said Magrat, weakly.
'It's shameful!' snapped Granny. 'And the poor dead thing still lying there!'
Magrat gave an imploring look to Nanny Ogg, who was masticating an apple and studying the stage with the glare of a research scientist.knew a little about the conventions of the theatre. She had been dreading this bit. Granny Weatherwax had Views.
'Yes, but,' she said wretchedly

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detected a twinge of doubt, and set out to quell it instantly. There isn't any other reason for him to come, stands to reason. We got the spell exactly right. Except for the ingredients. And most of the poetry. And it probably wasn't the right time. And Gytha took most of it home for the cat, which couldn't of been proper.
But he's on his way. What can't speak, can't lie.
'Best put the to be able to fight his own battles,' said Magrat.
'We don't want him to go wasting his strength,' said Nanny primly. 'We want him good and fresh for when he gets here.'
'And then, I hope, we shall leave him to fight his battles in his own way,' said Magrat.cloth over it when you've done, Esme,' said Nanny. 'I always get worried someone'll peer in at me when I'm having my bath.''He's on his way,' said Granny, the satisfaction in her voice so strong you could have ground corn with it. She dropped the black velvet bag over the ball.'It's a long road,' said Nanny. 'There's many a slip twixt dress and drawers. There could be bandits.''We shall watch over him,' said Granny.'That's not right. If he's going to be king he ought

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Currently it was observing three figures moving slowly over the moor, converging with some determination on a bare patch where the standing stone stood, or usually stood, though just at the moment it wasn't visible.
It recognised them as old friends and connoisseurs, and conjured up a brief unseasonal roll of thunder as a form of keep a clear head, Gytha.'
'Just a drop in your tea isn't drinking,' said Nanny. 'It's medicine. It's a chilly old wind up here, sisters.'
'Very well,' said Granny. 'But just a drop.'
They drank in silence. Eventually Granny said, 'Well, Magrat. You know all about the coven business. We might as well do it right. What do we do next?'
Magrat hesitated. She wasn't up to suggesting dancing naked.greeting. This was totally ignored.'The bloody stone's gone,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'However many there is of it.'Her face was pale. It might also have been drawn; if so, then it was by a very neurotic artist. She looked as though she meant business. Bad business.'Light the fire, Magrat,' she added automatically.'I daresay we'll all feel better for a cup of tea,' said Nanny Ogg, mouthing the words like a mantra. She fumbled in the recesses of her shawl. 'With something in it,' she added, producing a small bottle of applejack.'Alcohol is a deceiver and tarnishes the soul,' said Magrat virtuously.'I never touch the stuff,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'We should

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, yes,' said Magrat. 'Sorry.'
'Right,' said Granny, slightly mollified. She'd never mastered the talent for apologising, but she appreciated it in other people.
'What well, Mistress Ogg" and next day he'd send his butler down with a couple of bottles of something. He was a proper king.'
'Hunting people isn't really right, though,' said Magrat.
'Well, no,' Granny Weatherwax conceded. 'But it was only if they'd done something about this new duke, then,' said Nanny, to lighten the atmosphere.Granny sat back. 'He had some houses burned down in Bad Ass,' she said. 'Because of taxes.''How horrible,' said Magrat.'Old Kind Verence used to do that,' said Nanny. 'Terrible temper he had.''He used to let people get out first, though,' said Granny.'Oh yes,' said Nanny, who was a staunch royalist. 'He could be very gracious like that. He'd pay for them to be rebuilt, as often as not. If he remembered.''And every Hogswatchnight, a side of venison. Regular,' said Granny wistfully.'Oh, yes. Very respectful to witches, he was,' added Nanny Ogg. 'When he was out hunting people, if he met me in the woods, it was always off with his helmet and "I hope I finds you

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toad crawled into Rincewind's hand and gave him an apologetic look.
That's the last time that bloody landlord gives any lip to a wizard,' said Albert with smug satisfaction. 'It seems I turn my ?' he said.
'Well, er, a sense of civic duty, we feel it's vitally important that we show an examp— arrgh!'
The wizard tried desperately to beat out the flames in his beard. Albert lowered his staff and looked slowly along the row of mages. They swayed away from his stare like grass in a gale.
'Anyone else want to show a sense of civic duty?' he said. 'Good neighbours, anybody?' He drew himself up to his full height. 'You spineless maggots! I didn't found this University so you could lend people back for a few hundred years and suddenly people in this town are encouraged to think they can talk back to wizards, eh?'One of the senior wizards mumbled something.'What was that? Speak up, that man!''As the bursar of this university I must say that we've always encouraged a good neighbour policy with respect to the community,' mumbled the wizard, trying to avoid Albert's gimlet stare. He had an upturned chamber pot on his conscience, with three cases of obscene graffiti to be taken into consideration.Albert let his mouth drop open. 'Why

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'We ought to have brought some breadcrumbs,' she said. 'I suppose they find things to eat in the water. Beetles and so on.'
'Did you hear else.
'Well, you wouldn't,' was all he could think of.
'I expect you've got to go off to work now.'
'More or less.' Mort hesitated, aware that in some indefinable way the conversation had drifted out of the shallows and was now floating over some deep bits he didn't quite understand.
There was a noise like —what I said?''What about?''Oh. Nothing. Nothing much, really. Sorry.'Ysabell sighed and stood up.'I expect you'll be wanting to get off,' she said. 'I'm glad we got this sorted out. It was quite nice talking to you.''We could have a sort of hate-hate relationship,' said Mort.'I don't normally get to talk with the people father works with.' She appeared to be unable to draw herself away, as though she was waiting for Mort to say something

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ONLY THE GODS ARE ALLOWED TO DO THAT, he added. To TINKER WITH THE FATE OF EVEN ONE INDIVIDUAL COULD DESTROY THE WHOLE WORLD. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Mort nodded a lot and didn't say anything much. Ysabell kept to her room most of the time, or rode her own pony on the black moors above the cottage. The sight of her with her hair streaming in the wind would have been more impressive if she was a better horse-woman, or if the pony had been rather larger, or if her hair was the sort that streams naturally. Some miserably. 'Are. Death reached down and swung him up behind the saddle. BECAUSE YOU SHOWED COMPASSION? No. I MIGHT HAVE DONE IF YOU HAD SHOWN PLEASURE. BUT YOU MUST LEARN THE COMPASSION PROPER TO YOUR TRADE.'What's that?' A SHARP EDGE. Days passed, although Mort wasn't certain how many. The gloomy sun of Death's world rolled regularly across the sky, but the visits to mortal space seemed to adhere to no particular system. Nor did Death visit only kings and important battles; most of the personal visits were to quite ordinary people.Meals were served up by Albert, who smiled to himself

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remarked that darkness isn't the opposite of light, it is simply the absence of light. In the same way absolute zero is merely the absence of heat. If you want to know what real cold is, the cold so intense that water can't even freeze but anti-boils, look no further than this pool.
They looked in silence for some seconds, their bickering forgotten. Then Cutangle said slowly: "If you stick your hand in that, your fingers'll snap like carrots."
"Do you thinkprinciples of action and reaction, which means that a wizard attempting to lift a heavy item by mind power alone faces the prospect of ending up with his brains in his boots.
"Can you stand it upright?" said Granny. you can lift it out by magic?" said Granny. Cutangle started to pat his pockets and eventually produced his rollup bag. With expert fingers he shredded the remains of a few dogends into a fresh paper and licked it into shape, without taking his eyes off the staff. "No," he said. "but I'll try anyway." He looked longingly at the cigarette and then poked it behind his ear. He extended his hands, fingers splayed, and his lips moved soundlessly as he mumbled a few words of power. The staff spun in its pool and then rose gently away from the ice, where it immediately became the centre of a cocoon of frozen air. Cutangle groaned with the effort - direct levitation is the hardest of the practical magics, because of the ever-present danger of the wellknown

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Granny, trying to locate Esk by mind magic alone, was trying to find a straw in a haystack.
She was not succeeding, but enough blips of sense reached her through the heterodyne wails of a thousand brains all thinking at once to convince her that the world was, indeed, as silly as she had always believed it was.unnecessary thoughts and gives it a cutting edge where it matters. Your normal animal, in fact, never tries to walk and chew gum at the same time. The average human, on the other hand, thinks about all sorts of things around the clock, on all sorts of levels, with interruptions from dozens of biological calendars and timepieces. There's thoughts about to be said, and private thoughts, and real thoughts, and thoughts about thoughts, and a whole gamut of subconscious thoughts. To a telepath the human head is a din. It is a railway terminus with all the Tannoys talking at once. It is a complete FM waveband - and some of those stations aren't reputable, they're outlawed pirates on forbidden seas who play late

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'Really?' said Rincewind hoarsely. He looked at the other wizards. They were immobile, like statues.
'Oh yes,' said Trymon pleasantly. 'Quite without prompting, too. Very democratic.'
'I preferred tradition,' said Rincewind. 'That way even the dead get the vote.'
'You will give me the spell voluntarily,' said Trymon. 'Do I have to show you what I will do otherwise? And in the end you will still yield it. You will scream for the opportunity to give it to me.'
If it stops anywhere, it stops here, thought Rincewind.
'You'll it. It retreated in astonishment, like a dog faced with a maddened sheep. He followed, stamping angrily through the disused lots and inner-city disaster areas of his subconscious, until he found it cowering behind a heap of condemned memories. It roared silent defiance at him, but Rincewind wasn't having any.have to take it,' he said. 1 won't give it to you.''I remember you,' said Trymon. 'Not much good as a student, as I recall. You never really trusted magic, you kept on saying there should be a better way to run a universe. Well, you'll see. I have plans. We can —''Not we,' said Rincewind firmly.'Give me the Spell!''Try and take it,' said Rincewind, backing away. 1 don't think you can.''Oh?'Rincewind jumped aside as octarine fire flashed from Trymon's fingers and left a bubbling rock puddle on the stones.He could sense the Spell lurking in the back of his mind. He could sense its fear.In the silent caverns of his head he reached out for

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'Can't sheem to bend down like I used to,' said Cohen, sheepishly. 'Of courshe, you don't get to meet many chiropodishts in my line of work. Funny, really. I've met any amount of snake prieshts, mad godsh, warlordsh, never any chiropodishts. I shupposhe it wouldn't look right, really – Cohen Against the Chiropodishts . . .'
'Or Cohen And The Chiropractors of Doom,' suggested Bethan. Cohen cackled.
'Or Cohen , and looked very small and old.
'True, of corsh,' he muttered. 'I don't blame you. It'sh hard to be a hero with no teethsh. It don't matter what elsh you loosh, you can get by with one eye even, but you show 'em a mouth full of gumsh and no-one hash any reshpect.'
'I do,' said Bethan loyally.
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pile of nice crisp laundry, smelling faintly of lavender. Twoflower also bought a lot of quaint native artifacts or, as Rincewind would put it, junk, and even a seven-foot ceremonial pig tickling pole seemed to fit inside quite easily without sticking out anywhere.
'I don't know,' said Twoflower. 'You're a wizard, you know about these things.'
'Yes, well, of course, but baggage magic is a highly specialised art,' said Rincewind. 'Anyway, I'm sure the gnomes wouldn'tat the cottage in bewilderment.
'Yes.'
'All that?'
'Fraid so.'
'I'll help you pack.'
And the night wears on, under a blanket of lowering clouds which covers most of the Disc – which is fortuitous, because when it clears and the astrologers get a good view of the really want to sell it, it's, it's—,' he groped through what he knew of Twoflower's mad vocabulary – 'it's a tourist attraction.''What's that?' said Swires, interestedly.'It means that lots of people like him will come and look at it,' said Rincewind.'Why?''Because—' Rincewind groped for words – 'it's quaint. Urn, oldey worldey. Folkloresque. Er, a delightful example of a vanished folk art, steeped in the traditions of an age long gone.''It is?' said Swires, looking

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again, but he found himself wondering what would happen when the damned thing realized that its owner wasn't on board any longer...
"Raft's ready, lord," said the first mate.
"Into the I know what it is, said the wizard.
"It is the Rimbow," said a voice immediately water with it," shouted the captain, and "Get aboard!" and "Fire the ship!"After all, another ship wouldn't be too hard to come by, he philosophised, but a man might have to wait a long time in that Paradise the mullahs advertised before he was granted another life. Let the magical box eat lobsters.Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying. "What the hell is that?" demanded Rincewind."It's beautiful," said Twoflower beatifically."I'll decide about that when