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'No‑one knows how to play the drums,' said Crash patiently. 'There's nothing to know. You just hit them with the sticks.'
'Yeah, but what if I sort of miss?'
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'Sorry we're late,' said Glod, 'but we couldn't find your office anywhere.'
Dibbler spread his arms wide.
'This is my office,' he said, equally expansively. 'Sator Square! Thousands of square feet of space! Excellent communications! Passing trade! Try these on,' he added, picking up one Right,' said Crash, sitting back. 'Now . . . the important thing, the really important thing is . . . what're we going to call ourselves?'Cliff looked around.'Well, I reckon we look at every house and I'm damned if I see der name Dibbler anywhere,' he growled.Buddy nodded. Most of Sator Square was the frontage of the University, but there was room for a few other buildings. They were the sort that have a dozen brass plates by the door. The sort that hinted that even wiping your feet on the doormat was going to cost you dear.'Hello, boys.'They turned. Dibbler beamed at them over a

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'Under your skin,' murmured Ridcully. He scratched his chin. 'Oh, dear. One of those. Stuff leakin' into the universe again, eh? Influences coming from Outside, yes? Remember what happened when Mr Hong opened his takeaway fish bar on the site of the old temple in Dagon Street? And then there were those moving pictures. I was against them from the start. And having been seventeen; it was something that must have happened to him while he was busy. But it made him feel like he imagined it felt like when you were seventeen, which was like having a permanent red‑hot vest on under your skin.
He wanted to hear it again.
'I think they're going to have it again tonight,' he ventured. 'We could, er, go along and listen. In order to learn more about it, in case it's a threat to society,' he added virtuously.those wire things on wheels. This universe has more damn holes in it than a Quirm cheese. Well, at–’'Lancre cheese,' said the Senior Wrangler helpfully. 'That's the one with the holes. Quirm is the one with the blue veins.'Ridcully gave him a look.'Actually, it didn't feel magical,' said the Dean. He sighed. He was seventy‑two. It had made him feel that he was seventeen again. He couldn't remember

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men walked through the ladder.
Either the men weren't exactly solid, and they certainly sounded solid enough, or there was something wrong with the ladder. But the girl had climbed it...
. . . and was now to do.'
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'Children, of course. Can't disappoint them, can I? Imagine their little faces when they lift up their little pillows, bless them.'
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‑ they glowed.
In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book. Currently she had Wold's , school kept on trying to interfere with it.
Around her, the poet's vision was taken apart with inexpert tools.
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a quote. 'Big Fido said that?' Angua hazarded.
The poodle turned its head. For the first time she saw its eyes. They were red, and as mad as hell. Anything with eyes like that could There was no flash of light when It happened. He'd just been lying in his basket one night and he'd thought about his name, which was Fido, and the name on the basket, which was Fido. And he thought about his blanket with Fido on it, and his bowl with Fido on it, and above all he brooded on the collar with Fido on it, and something somewhere deep in his brain had gone 'click' and he'd eaten his blanket, savaged his owner and dived out through the kitchen window. In the street outside a labrador four times the size of Fido had sniggered at the collar, and thirty seconds later had fled, whimpering.
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actually a bad man. He didn't have the imagination. He dealt more in that sort of generalized low-grade unpleasantness which slightly tarnishes anything.'
'Captain Vimes—'
'It's all right. We know. Give him your weapons, people. That's an order, Carrot. One official issue sword, one pike or halberd, one night stick or truncheon, one crossbow. That's right, isn't it, Sergeant Colon?'
'Yessir.'
Carrot hesitated only a moment.
'Oh, well,' he said. 'My official sword is in the rack.'the soul of all who come into \people are in jobs that are a little beyond them, but there are ways of reacting to the situation. Sometimes they're flustered and nice, sometimes they're Quirke. Quirke handled them with the maxim: it doesn't matter if you're right or wrong, so long as you're definite. There was, on the whole, no real racial prejudice in Ankh-Morpork; when you've got dwarfs and trolls, the mere colour of other, humans is not a major item. But Quirke was the kind of man to whom it comes naturally to pronounce the word negro with two gs.He had a hat with plumes in it.'Come in, come in,' said Vimes. 'It wasn't as if we were doing