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Terry Pratchett – Wyrd Sisters (1988)

There was something here, he thought, that nearly belonged to the gods. Humans had built a world inside the world, which reflected it in pretty much the same way as a drop of water reflects the landscape. And yet…and yet…

Inside this little world they had taken pains to put all the things you might think they would want to escape from–hatred, fear, tyranny, and so forth. Death was intrigued. They thought they wanted to be taken out of themselves, and every art humans dreamt up took them further in. He was fascinated.


J.R.R. Tolkien – The Return of the King (1955)

‘Alas! there are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured,’ said Gandalf.

‘I fear it may be so with mine,’ said Frodo. ‘There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same.’

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Douglas Hofstadter – Metamagical Themas (1985)

The Skeptical Inquirer concerns itself with questions ranging from the ridiculous to the sublime, from the trivial to the profound. There are those who would say it is a big waste of time to worry about such drivel as ESP and other so-called paranormal effects, whereas others (such as myself) feel that anyone who is unable or unwilling to think hard about what distinguishes the scientific system of thinking from its many rival systems is not a devotee of truth at all, and furthermore that the spreading of nonsense is a dangerous trend that ought to be checked.


Douglas Hofstadter – Le ton beau de Marot (1997)

…It is not just by some happy accident, for instance, that the poems inside chapters are never, ever broken across page boundaries.

The amount of influence exerted on my text by concerns of purely visual esthetics is incalculable—and by “my text”, I don’t merely mean how I wound up phrasing my ideas, I mean the ideas themselves. Content has been determined by considerations of elegant form so often that I couldn’t begin to imagine it.