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HELP, HELP. HELP, HELP, he said.
The sergeant sagged with relief.
THIS ASSISTS PEOPLE TO FORGET, DOES IT?
'Forget? People forget everything when they're given ...er...'
THE PIT.
'Yes! That's it!'opera scores.
In fact the kind of music he really liked was the kind that never got played. It ruined music, in his opinion, to torment it by involving it on dried skins, bits of dead cat and lumps of metal hammered into wires and tubes. It ought to stay written down, on the page, in rows of little dots and crotchetsAH. DO YOU MIND IF I ASK A QUESTION?'What?.DO YOU MIND IF PERHAPS I HAVE ANOTHER DAY?The sergeant opened his mouth to reply, and the D'regs attacked over the nearest sand‑dune.'Music?' said the Patrician. 'Ah. Tell me more.'He leaned back in an attitude that suggested attentive listening. He was extremely good at listening. He created a kind of mental suction. People told him things just to avoid the silence.Besides, Lord Vetinari, the supreme ruler of Ankh‑Morpork, rather liked music.People wondered what sort of music would appeal to such a man.Highly formalized chamber music, possibly, or thunder‑and­lightning