Marc Chagall Adam and Eve

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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