See to it,” said Ridcully.1 He turned his attention once again to the ominous Manila folder in front of him.
“That way it will be further behind us when we do, in fact, move.” “It may be a good idea to put it behind us before we move on, sir,” said Stibbons.
“Excuse me, Archchancellor?” said Ponder Stibbons, who was Head of Inadvisably Applied Magic and also the university’s Praelector, a position interpreted at UU as “the one who gets given the tedious jobs”.
It was an accident that was waiting to happen.” I am assured the rest of the continuum will catch up with it no later than Thursday. “It is merely temporarily displaced, that’s all. “There is nothin’ the matter with Mayhap Street, Dean,” said Ridcully sharply. Possibly we have annoyed him in some way, committed some little faux pas - ” “This is about Mayhap Street, isn’t it?” said the Dean. “It appears the Lord Vetinari, our gracious ruler, has seen fit to confront us with a little… test. “Just one item of Any Other Business, gentlemen,” he said. Pointy hats nodded as the agenda was demolished with due mendacity and sleepy prevarication.Īs the biscuit hour approached, Archchancellor Mustrum Ridcully drummed his fingers on the battered leather of the table. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability.The council chamber, with its stained-glass image of “Archchancellor Sloman Discovering the Special Theory of Slood”, was always nice and warm and there was a distant prospect of tea and chocolate biscuits at half-past three. He can think of a more useful book for a boy who lives in a city. There are some things you have to do.It is the most loved and chewed book in the world. At six o'clock every day, without fail, with no excuses, Sam Vimes must go home to read Where's My Cow?, with all the right farmyard noises, to his little boy. A book about the place where he'll grow up.
But his father wonders why it is full of moo-cows and baa-lambs when Young Sam will only ever see them cooked on a plate. At six o'clock every day, without fall, with no excuses, Sam Vlmes must go home to read Where's My Cow?, with all the right farmyard noises, to his little boy.
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