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did he approve of Stibbons's robe. It was the right length but a washed‑out greeny‑grey, with pockets and toggles and a hood with a bit of rabbit fur around the edge. There weren't any sequins or jewels or mystic symbols anywhere. Just a blodgy stain where Stibbons's pen leaked.
'You ain't been out lately?' said Ridcully.
'No, sir. Er. Should I have 'Er. Yes?' said Ponder, backing away. 'That's all right, isn't it? I mean, this is a university . . .'
Ridcully scratched his ear. The man was right, of course. You had to have some of the buggers around, there was no getting away from it. Personally, he avoided them .whenever possible, as did the rest of the faculty, occasionally running the other way or hiding behind doors whenever been? I've been busy working on my Make‑It‑Bigger device. You 'Right, right,' said Ridcully, looking around. 'Anyone else been working in here?''Well . . . there's me, and Tez the Terrible and Skazz and Big Mad Drongo, I think . . .'Ridcully blinked.'What are they?' he said. And then, from the depths of memory, a horrible answer suggested itself. Only a very specific species had names like that.'Students?'

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happened next. It made you want to paint your bedroom wall black and cover it with posters.
Now various into the Great Hall, hands waving wildly overhead to maintain balance.
He stopped.
Moonlight filtered in through the big windows, illuminating what the Archchancellor always referred to as 'our mighty organ', to the general embarrassment of the rest of the faculty.
Rack upon rack of pipes entirely occupied one wall, looking like pillars in the gloom or possibly muscles on the Librarian's body were twitching with the beat as the music earthed itself through him.There was a small party of wizards in the corner. They were watching the performance with their mouths open.And the beat strode on, and crackled from mind to mind, snapping its fingers and curling its lip.Live music. Music with rocks in it, running wild . . .Free at last! It leapt from head to head, crackling in through the ears and heading for the hindbrain. Some were more susceptible than others . . . closer to the beat . . .It was an hour later.The Librarian knuckled and swung through the midnight drizzle, head exploding with music.He landed on the lawns of Unseen University and ran

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galloped over the cobbles. There was a cart at the other end of the alley. And, beyond the cart, a wall.
'Not that way!' whined Gaspode.
Dogs were piling Gaspode swung perilously from the werewolf's jaws.
'They're still behind us!'
Gaspode shut his eyes as Angua bunched her muscles.
'Oh, no! Not Treacle Mine Road!'
There was a burst of acceleration followed by a moment of calmness. Gaspode shut his eyes . . .along behind them. Angua leapt on to the cart.'I can't get up there!' said Gaspode. 'Not with my leg!'She jumped down, picked him up by the scruff of his neck, and leapt back. There was a shed roof behind the cart, a ledge above that and – a few tiles slid under her paws and tumbled into the alley – a house.'I feel sick!''Futupf!'Angua ran along the ridge of the roof and jumped the alley on the other side, landing heavily in some ancient thatch.'Aargh!''Futupf!'But the dogs were following them. It wasn't as though the alleys of the Shades were very wide.Another narrow alley passed below.

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glanced at the rooftops.
'Oh, well, now it's all settled we'll be off, right,' said Colon. 'Right, Nobby?'
'Oh, yeah, we'll be .'
'Is it?'
'Yes!'
'Oh.'
Detritus considered this for a while, nodded, and settled back into whatever state of mind he normally occupied.
Another neuron gave a fizzle.off all right, because it's all settled,' said Nobby. 'You hear that, Cuddy?''What, that it's all settled?' said Cuddy. 'Oh, yeah. We might as well be off. OK, Detritus?'Detritus was staring moodily at nothing with his knuckles resting on the ground. This was a normal stance for a troll while waiting for the next thought to arrive.The syllables of his name kicked a neuron into fitful activity.'What?' he said.'It's all settled.''What is?''You know – Mr Hammerhock's death and everything