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mean, he must have been human, I suppose. Always thought of him as an ape, really. It’s more him.”
And indeed it had been an accident among the potent and magical books of the University library that had as it were bounced the the table.
“Dried frog pills,” said the Archchancellor. “Someone fish ‘em out of his pocket.”
/The wizards didn’t rush this. You could find anything in a wizard’s pocket—peas, unreasonable things with legs, small experimental universes, anything ...
Terry Pratehett
The Reader in Invisible Writings craned to see what had unglued his colleague.Librarian’s genotype down the evolutionary tree and back up a different branch, with the significant difference that now he could hang on to it upside down with his feet.“Oh, all right,” said the Archchancellor. “But he’s got to wear something during the ceremony,’ if only for the sake of the poor bride.”There was a whimper from the Bursar.All the wizards turned toward him.His spoon landed on the floor with a small thud. It was wooden. The wizards had gently prevented him from having metal cutlery since what was now known as the Unfortunate Incident At Dinner.“A-a-a-a,” gurgled the Bursar, trying to push himself away from