"But that means everythin' is made up of everythin' else," said Ridcully. "I don't think you're supposed to stop miracles of existence." "I shouldn't think so," said the Senior Wrangler, doubtfully. "I suppose there's no way of stopping it?" "Is it? Sounds like bad hygiene to me," said the Archchancellor. They just float around in the air, I suppose, until they get attached to someone else." "Yes? What happens to the old ones?" said Ridcully, interested despite himself. The Senior Wrangler could do to a conversation what it takes quite thick treacle to do to the pedals of a precision watch. “After a while the Senior Wrangler said, "Do you know, I read the other day that every atom in your body is changed every seven years? New ones keep getting attached and old ones keep on dropping off.
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