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important thing is success.'
'It's getting there that matters,' said Wert bluntly. 'Not how you travel.'
They set off up the spiral.
Rincewind sat down, scowling at the darkness.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Twoflower, who was holding the Octavo.
'This is no way to treat a book,' he said. 'Look, he's bent the spine right back. People always do that, they've got no idea your fun, you've get back to where you belong!'
'But I—' protested Twoflower.
'The Spell, I mean the Spell,' said Rincewind. 'Go on, get back on the page!'
He glared at the ancient parchment until his eyes crossed.
'Then I'll say you!' he shouted, his voice echoing up the tower. 'You can join the rest of them and much good may it do you!'of how to treat them.''Yah,' said Rincewind vaguely.'Don't worry,' said Twoflower.'I'm not worried, I'm just angry,' snapped Rincewind. 'Give me the bloody thing!'He snatched the book and snapped it open viciously.He rummaged around in the back of his mind, where the Spell hung out.'All right,' he snarled. You've had