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normal conspiratorial hiss.
‘All the rage in the other cities, I hear,’ he added. ‘Some sort of moving pictures. They’ve been trying to get it right before coming to Ankh-Morpork.’
They watched Silverfish and a couple of associates fumble technically with the box on the tripod. White light suddenly we hadn’t guessed he was really doing "Lord Henry Skipps and His Men beating the Trolls at the Battle of Pseudopolis". I can’t see what’s so special about shadows on a screen.’
‘From what I hear it’s not like that,’ said Dibbler. ‘I sold one of theappeared at a circular orifice on the front of it, and illuminated the screen. There was a halfhearted cheer from the crowd. ‘Oh,’ said Victor. ‘I see. Is that all? It’s just plain old shadow play. That’s all it is. My uncle used to do it to amuse me. You know? You kind of move your hands in front of the light and the shadows make a kind of silhouettey picture.’ ‘Oh, yeah,’ said Dibbler uncertainly. ‘Like "Big Elephant", or "Bald Eagle". My grandad used to do that sort of stuff.’ ‘Mainly my uncle did "Deformed Rabbit",’ said Victor. ‘He wasn’t very good at it, you see. It used to get pretty embarrassing. We’d all sit round desperately guessing things like "Surprised Hedgehog" or "Rabid Stoat" and he’d go off to bed in a sulk because
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