John William Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus

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that’s ridiculous.’
‘Maybe. Isn’t there a sort of cuckoo in the Ramtops that builds clocks to nest in?’ said the Bursar.
‘Yes, but that’s just courtship ritual,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes airily. ‘Besides, they keep lousy time.’
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‘It’s tempting, but no. Come on. After it.’
‘Yo!’
‘If you like.’
The wizards lumbered in pursuit. Behind them, as yet unnoticed, a whole flock of the Archchancellor’s swearwords fluttered and buzzed. And Windle Poons was leading a small deputation to the Library.
The Librarian of Unseen University knuckled his way hurriedly across the floor as the door trolley leapt for a gap in the wizards and would have made it except that the gap was occupied by the Bursar, who gave a scream and pitched forward into the basket. The trolley didn’t stop but rattled onwards, towards the gates.The Dean raised his staff. The Archchancellor grabbed it. ‘You might hit the Bursar,’ he said.‘Just one small fireball