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She waved a hand vaguely in the direction of Ankh-Morpork’s distant glow.
‘Now what worries me. It’s as though we’re being slotted in. You think we’re using Holy Wood, but Holy Wood is using us. All of us.’ ‘How? Why?’ ‘I don’t know, but-’
‘Look at wizards,’ Ginger went on, vibrating with indignation. ‘What good has their magic ever done anyone?’
‘I think it sort of holds the world together-’ Victor began.
‘They’re pretty good at magic flames and things, but can they make a loaf of they’re trying to find ways of adding sound to moving pictures,’ she said, ‘and out there are people who’ll turn out to be amazingly good at making, making . . . making soundies. They don’t even know it yet - but they’re out there. I can feel them. They’re out there.’ Her eyes were glowing gold. It might just be the sunset, Victor thought, but . . . ‘Because of Holy Wood, hundreds of people are finding out what it is they really want to be,’ said Ginger. ‘And thousands and thousands are getting a chance to forget themselves for an hour or so. This whole damn world is being given a shake!’ ‘That’s it,’ said Victor. ‘That’s