footage. The handleman was feeling very gratified; Mr Dibbler had never shown the slightest interest in the actual techniques of film handling before now. This may have explained why he was a little freer than usual with Guild secrets that had been handed down sideways from one generation to the same generation.
‘Why are all the little pictures alike?’ said Dibbler, as the handleman wound the film on to its spool. ‘Seems to me that’s . They see a lot of them at once, see what I mean?’
‘Hey, I got lost at see there.’
‘Every picture adds to the general effect. People don’t see, sorry, any one picture, they just see the effect caused by a lot of them moving past very quickly.’wasting money.’‘They’re not really alike,’ said Gaffer. ‘Each one’s a bit different, see? And so people’s eyes see a lot of little slightly different pictures very fast and their eyes think they’re watching something move.’Dibbler took his cigar out of his mouth. ‘You mean it’s all a trick?’ he said, astonished.‘Yeah, that’s right.’ The handleman chuckled and reached for the paste pot.Dibbler watched in fascination.‘I thought it was all a special kind of magic,’ he said, a shade disappointed. ‘Now you tell me it’s just a big Find‑the-Lady game?’‘Sort of. You see, people don’t actually see any one picture
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