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"My house is your house", his brow suddenly furrowed and he looked worried,
"although only in a metaphorical sense, you understand, because I would
not, much as I always admired your straightforward approach, and indeed
your forthright stance, actually *give* you my house, it being the only
house I have, and therefore the term is being extended in an, as it were,
gratuitous fashion --"
Owlglass was clearly having some trouble getting to the end of the sentence.
-- Carpet philosophers at work
(Terry Pratchett, The Carpet People)
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It is bad luck to be superstitious.
-- Andrew W. Mathis
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Tsort's Constant:
1.67563, or precisely 1,237.98712567 times the difference between
the distance to the sun and the weight of a small orange.
-- Terry Pratchett, "The Light Fantastic" (slightly modified)
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