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Power
equals
energy
.
.
.
People
were
stupid
,
sometimes
.
They
thought
the
Library
was
a
dangerous
place
because
of
all
the
magical
books
,
which
was
true
enough
,
but
what
made
it
really
one
of
the
most
dangerous
places
there
could
ever
be
was
the
simple
fact
that
it
was
a
library
.
Energy
equals
matter
.
.
.
.
He
swung
into
an
avenue
of
shelving
that
was
apparently
a
few
feet
long
and
walked
along
it
briskly
for
half
an
hour
.
Matter
equals
mass
.
And
mass
distorts
space
.
It
distorts
it
into
polyfractal
L
-
space
.
So
,
while
the
Dewey
system
has
its
fine
points
,
when
you
’
re
setting
out
to
look
something
up
in
the
multidimensional
folds
of
L
-
space
what
you
really
need
is
a
ball
of
string
.
Now
the
rain
was
trying
hard
.
It
glistened
off
the
flagstones
in
the
Plaza
of
Broken
Moons
,
littered
here
and
there
with
torn
bunting
,
flags
,
broken
bottles
and
the
occasional
regurgitated
supper
.
There
was
still
plenty
of
thunder
about
,
and
a
green
,
fresh
smell
in
the
air
.
A
few
shreds
of
mist
from
the
Ankh
hovered
over
the
stones
.
It
would
be
dawn
soon
.
Vimes
’
s
footsteps
echoed
wetly
from
the
surrounding
buildings
as
he
picked
his
way
across
the
plaza
.
The
boy
had
stood
here
.
