![]() ![]() ![]() These are the books from which history is derived. These aren't books in which the events of the past are pinned like so many butterflies to a cork. ![]() well, in the nature of things they live wherever they are sent, but their spiritual home is in a hidden valley in the high Ramtops of the Discworld, where the books of history are kept. Then there are wild stories, parasitic growths on the tree of history, trying to bend it their way. It's too easy for a general's horse to lose a shoe at the wrong time, or for someone to mishear an order, or for the carrier of the vital message to be waylaid by some men with sticks and a cash flow problem. In a chaotic universe there are too many things to go wrong. And these things have to happen at the right time. Because history, contrary to popular theories, is kings and dates and battles. well, things happening one after another.Īnd, of course, it has to be controlled. At the very least, if it was deep enough in the forest, millions of small gods would have heard it. It may only be a badger, wondering what that cracking noise was, or a squirrel a bit puzzled by all the scenery going upwards, but someone. ![]() Which says something about the nature of philosophers, because there is always someone in a forest. “Does a falling tree in the forest make a sound when there is no one to hear?” ![]()
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