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           Hedecidedthatifthiswaswhatwizardinghadcometo,someoneoughttodosomethingaboutit.

           ’Whatsortoflibrarianwouldhaveyouforassistant?’hedemandedirritably.

           ’Oook.’

           Somethinglikeawarmsoftleatherglovetriedtoholdhishand.

           ’Amonkey!Inmyuniversity!’

           ’Orang-outang,sir.Heusedtobeawizardbutgotcaughtinsomemagic,sir,nowhewon’tletusturnhimback,andhe’stheonlyonewhoknowswhereallthebooksare,’saidRincewindurgently.’Ilookafterhisbananas,’headded,feelingsomeadditionalexplanationwascalledfor.

           Albertglaredathim.’Shutup.’

           ’Shuttinguprightaway,sir.’

           ’AndtellmewhereDeathis.’

           ’Death,sir?’saidRincewind,backingagainstthewall.

           Tall,skeletal,blueeyes,stalks,TALKSLIKETHIS...Death.Seenhimlately?’

           Rincewindswallowed.’Notlately,sir.’

           ’Well,Iwanthim.Thisnonsensehasgottostop.I’mgoingtostopitnow,see?Iwanttheeightmostseniorwizardsassembledhere,right,inhalfanhourwithallthenecessaryequipmenttoperformtheRiteofAshkEnte,isthatunderstood?Notthatthesightofyoulotgivesmeanyconfidence.Bunchofpantywaistersthelotofyou,andstoptryingtoholdmyhand!’

           ’Oook.’

           ’AndnowI’mgoingtothepub,’snappedAlbert.’Dotheysellanyhalfwaydecentcat’spissanywherethesedays?’

           There’stheDrum,sir,’saidRincewind.