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flowed out from the ears like porridge. It was the kind of landscape where, if you saw a distant figure cutting cab-bages, you’d watch him until he was out of sight because there was simply nothing else for the eye to do.
“I spy,” said the Bursar, “with my little eye, something beginning with .. . H.”
“Oook.”
“No.”
“Horizon,” said Ponder.
“You guessed!”
“Of course I guessed. I’m supposed to guess. We’ve had S for Sky, C for Cabbage, 0 for ... for Ook, and there’s nothing else.”
“I’m not on it. Someone was going to suffer for this.
The Bursar was trying to use his hat like a limpet uses its shell.
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LOR08 ft/VO iftQ/£6going to play anymore if you’re going to guess.” The Bursar pulled his hat down over his ears and tried to curl up on the hard seat.“There’ll be lots to see in Lancre,” said the Archchancellor. “The only piece of flat land they’ve got up there is in a museum.”Ponder said nothing.“Used to spend whole summers up there,” said Ridcully. He sighed. “You know . . . things could have been very different.”Ridcully looked around. If you’re going to relate an inti-mate piece of personal history, you want to be sure it’s going to be heard.The Librarian looked out at the jolting scenery. He was sulking. This had a lot to do with the new bright blue collar around his neck with the word “PONGO’
“There was this girl.”