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AFPer: Terry, what the heck was going on at the end of Strata? I've just
re-read the ending *again* and come up with another possible explanation
which takes the total number into double figures.

TP: See? Other people would just have given you one or two. Amazing value,
I think.
(alt.fan.pratchett)

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I wish you a good day

I am Andrew Ryan, and I am here to ask you a question. Does a man not have a right to the sweat of his brow? "No!" says the man in Washington, "It belongs to the poor." "No!" says the man in the Vatican, "It belongs to God." "No!" says the man in Moscow, "It belongs to everyone." I rejected these answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose... Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be constrained by petty morality, where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city too. - Andrew Ryan

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