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 But this didn't feel like magic.  It felt a lot older than that.  It felt
-like music 
+like music.
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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 # p.2 (Harper Torch edition)
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 But if it is true that the act of observing changes the thing which is
 observed,(1) it's even more true that it changes the observer.
 (1) Because of Quantum.
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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 # p.8
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 It is said that whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first make mad.
 In fact, whomsoever the gods wish to destroy, they first hand the
 equivalent of a stick with a fizzing fuse and Acme Dynamite Company
 written on the side.  It's more interesting, and doesn't take so long.
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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 # pp. 63-64
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 Then the skull said:  "Kids today, eh?"
 "I blame education," said the raven.
 "A lot of knowledge is a dangerous thing," said the skull.  "A lot more
 dangerous than just a little.  I always used to say that, when I was
 alive."
 "When was that, exactly?"
 "Can't remember.  I think I was pretty knowledgeable.  Probably a teacher
 or philosopher, something of that kidney.  And now I'm on a bench with a
 bird crapping on my head."
 "Very allegorical," said the raven.
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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 # p. 87 (Stabbing: "in the" both capitalized; "and" not so)
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 The Mended Drum had traditionally gone in for, well, traditional pub games,
 such as dominoes, darts, and Stabbing People In The Back and Taking All
 Their Money.  The new owner had decided to go up-market.  This was the
 only available direction.
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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 # pp. 125-126 ("him"==Librarian;
 #              Leonard of Quirm==Discworld analog of Leonardo da Vinci)
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 The Library didn't only contain magical books, the ones which are chained
 to their shelves and are very dangerous.  It also contained perfectly
 ordinary books, printed on commonplace paper in mundane ink.  It would be
 a mistake to think that they weren't also dangerous, just because reading
 them didn't make fireworks go off in the sky.  Reading them sometimes did
 the more dangerous trick of making fireworks go off in the privacy of the
 reader's brain.
 For example, the big volume open in front of him contained some of the
 collected drawings of Leonard of Quirm, skilled artist and certified
 genious, with a mind that wandered so much it came back with souvenirs.
 Leonard's books were full of sketches--of kittens, of the way water flows,
 of the wives of influential Ankh-Morporkian merchants whose portraits had
 provided his means of making a living.  But Leonard had been a genius and
 was deeply sensitive to the wonders of the world, so the margins were full
 of detailed doodles of whatever was on this mind at the moment--vast
 water-powered engines for bringing down city walls on the heads of the
 enemy, new types of siege guns for pumping flaming oil over the enemy,
 gunpowder rockets that showered the enemy with burning phosphorous, and
 other manufactures of the Age of Reason.
 And there had been something else.  The Librarian had noticed it in
 passing once before, and had been slightly puzzled by it.  It seemed out
 of place.(1)
 (1) And didn't appear to do anything to the enemy /at all/.
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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 # p. 152 (much of the story concerns "Music With Rocks In")
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 Some religions say that the universe was started with a word, a song,
 a dance, a piece of music.  The Listening Monks of the Ramtops have
 trained their hearing until they can tell the value of a playing card by
 listening to it, and have made it their task to listen intently to the
 subtle sounds of the universe to piece together, from the fossile echoes,
 the very first noises.
 There was certainly, they say, a very strange noise at the beginning of
 everything.
 But the keenest ears (the ones who win most at poker), who listen to the
 frozen echoes in the ammonites and amber, swear they can detect some tiny
 sounds before that.
 It sounded, they say, like someone counting:  One, Two, Three, Four.
 The very best one, who listened to basalt, said he thought he could make
 out, very faintly, some numbers that came even earlier.
 When they asked him what it was, he said:  "It sounds like One, Two."
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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 # p. 227
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 The Death of Rats put his nose in his paws.  It was a lot easier with
 rats.(1)
 (1) Rats had featured largely in the history of Ankh-Morpork.  Shortly
 before the Patrician came to power there was a terrible plague of rats.
 The city council countered it by offering twenty pence for every rat
 tail.  This did, for a week or two, reduce the number of rats--and then
 people were suddenly queueing up with tails, the city treasury was being
 drained, and no one seemed to be doing much work.  And there /still/
 seemed to be a lot of rats around.  Lord Vetenari had listened carefully
 while the problem was explained, and had solved the thing with one
 memorable phrase which said a lot about him, about the folly of bounty
 offers, and about the natural instinct of Ankh-Morporkians in any
 situtation involving money:  "Tax the rat farms."
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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 # pp. 313-314 (Drongo and Big Mad Adrian are students)
 %passage 10
 The Archchancellor polished this staff as he walked along.  It was a
 particularly good one, six feet long and quite magical.  Not that he used
 magic very much.  In his experience, anything that couldn't be disposed of
 with a couple of whacks from six feet of oak was probably immune to magic
 as well.
 "Don't you think we should have brought the senior wizards, sir?" said
 Ponder, struggling to keep up.
 "I'm afraid that taking them along in their present state of mind would
 only make what happens"--Ridcully sought for a useful phrase, and settled
 for--"happen worse.  I've insisted they stay in college."
 "How about Drongo and the others?" said Ponder hopefully.
 "Would they be any good in the event of a thaumaturgical dimension rip of
 enormous proportions?" said Ridcully.  "I remember poor Mr. Hong.  One
 minute he was dishing up an order of double cod and mushy peas, the
 next ..."
 "Kaboom?" said Ponder.
 "Kaboom?" said Ridcully, forcing his way up the crowded street.  "Not
 that I heard tell.  More like 'Aaaaerrrr-scream-gristle- gristle-gristle-
 crack' and a shower of fried food.  Big Mad Adrian and his friends any
 good when the chips are down?"
 "Um.  Probably not, Archchancellor."
 "Correct.  People shout and run about.  That never did any good.  A pocket
 full of decent spells and a well-charged staff will get you out of trouble
 nine times out of ten."
 "Nine times out of ten?"
 "Correct."
 "How many times have you had to rely on them, sir?"
 "Well ... there was Mr. Hong ... that business with the thing in the
 Bursar's wardrobe ... that dragon, you remember ..." Ridcully's lips
 moved silently as he counted on his fingers.  "Nine times, so far."
 "It worked every time, sir?"
 "Absolutely!  So there's no need to worry.  Gangway!  Wizard comin'
 through."
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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 # p. 339
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 The wizards went rigid as the howl rang through the building.  It was
 slightly animal but also mineral, metallic, edged like a saw.
 Eventually the Lecturer in Recent Runes said, "Of course, just because
 we've heard a spine-chilling blood-curdling scream of the sort to make
 your very marrow freeze in your bones doesn't automatically mean there's
 anything wrong."
 The wizards looked out into the corridor.
 "It came from downstairs somewhere," said the Chair of Indefinite Studies,
 heading for the staircase.
 "So why are you going /upstairs/?"
 "Because I'm not daft!"
 "But it might be some terrible emanation!"
 "You don't say?" said the Chair, still accelerating.
 "All right, please yourself.  That's the students floor up there."
 "Ah, Er--"
 The Chair came down slowly, occasionally glancing fearfully up the stairs.
  [Soul Music, by Terry Pratchett]
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+%title Death Quotes (4)
 %passage 1
 WHERE THE FIRST PRIMAL CELL WAS, THERE WAS I ALSO. WHERE MAN IS, THERE AM I. WHEN THE LAST LIFE CRAWLS UNDER FREEZING STARS, THERE WILL I BE.
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 THINK OF IT MORE AS BEING ... DIMESIONALLY DISADVANTAGED.
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 # Soul Music, p. 146 (Harper Torch edition; we omit "said Death," after comma)
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 I MAY HAVE ALLOWED MYSELF SOME FLICKER OF EMOTION IN THE RECENT PAST, BUT I CAN GIVE IT UP ANY TIME I LIKE.
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