Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus

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shall see to it directly,’ lied the Bursar smoothly. He remembered the sheaf of papers under his arm. ‘In the meantime, Master, perhaps you would care to-’
‘Right,’ said the Archchancellor, ramming his pointed hat on his head. ‘Good man. Now, got a sick dragon to see to. ,’ said the Bursar cheerfully. ‘That was the Librarian.’
The Archchancellor stared at him.
The Bursar’s smile began to glaze.
‘The Librarian’s a monkey?’
It took some time for the Bursar to explain matters clearly, and then the Archchancellor said: ‘What yer tellin’ me, then, is that this chap got himself turned into a monkey by Little devil hasn’t touched his tar oil for days.’ ‘Your signature on one or two of–’ the Bursar burbled hurriedly. ‘Can’t be havin’ with all that stuff,’ said the Archchancellor, waving him away. ‘Too much damn paper around here as it is. And–’ He stared through the Bursar, as if he had just remembered something. ‘Saw a funny thing this mornin’,’ he said. ‘Saw a monkey in the quad. Bold as brass.’ ‘Oh, yes,’ said the Bursar, cheerfully. ‘That would be the Librarian.’ ‘Got a pet, has he?’ ‘No, you misunderstand me, Archchancellor