Discworld 16 - Soul Music

It sounded, they say, like someone counting: One, Two, Three, Four

I like dull. It lasts.”

BUT MOST PEOPLE ARE RATHER STUPID AND WASTE THEIR LIVES. HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THAT? HAVE YOU NOT LOOKED DOWN FROM THE HORSE AT A CITY AND THOUGHT HOW MUCH IT RESEMBLED AN ANT HEAP, FULL OF BLIND CREATURES WHO THINK THEIR MUNDANE LITTLE WORLD IS REAL? YOU SEE THE LIGHTED WINDOWS AND WHAT YOU WANT TO THINK IS THAT THERE MUST BE MANY INTERESTING STORIES BEHIND THEM, BUT WHAT YOU KNOW IS THAT REALLY THERE ARE JUST DULL, DULL SOULS, MERE CONSUMERS OF FOOD, WHO THINK THEIR INSTINCTS ARE EMOTIONS AND THEIR TINY LIVES OF MORE ACCOUNT THAN A WHISPER OF WIND.

There's bound to be some good name," said Jimbo. "I just bet we'll know it's right just as soon as we see it."

" Oh, yeah. Well, we've got to come up with some name we don't start arguing about after five minutes," said Crash. "It's not doing our career any good if people don't know who we are."

" Mr Dibbler says it definitely is," said Noddy.

" Yes, but a rolling stone gathers no moss, my father says," said Crash.

" There you go, old man," said Scum, back down the street.

THANK YOU, said the grateful Death.

Susan nodded. Rats, she supposed, died when they should. They didn't try to cheat, or return from the dead. There were no such things as zombie rats. Rats knew when to give up

Why couldn't we just take it off her?" said Glod, when they were outside.
" Because she's a poor defencelless olld woman," said Imp.
" Exactly! My point exactly!"

The window was open, because the school encouraged fresh air. It was available in large amounts for free.

The class was learning about some revolt in which some peasants had wanted to stop being peasants and, since the nobles had won, had stopped being peasants really quickly.

“Why couldn’t we just take it off her?” said Glod, when they were outside.
“Because she’s a poor defenseless old woman,” said Imp.
“Exactly! My point exactly!”
Glod looked up at Lias.

Folk music was not approved of in Llamedos, and the singing of it was rigorously discouraged; it was felt that anyone espying a fair young maiden one morning in May was entitled to take whatever steps he considered appropriate without someone writing it down.