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“No, Archchancellor, I was merely pointing out—“
“It’s not wormholes again, is it?”
Stibbons gave up. Stibbons stared at his plate. It was no good arguing. What he had really wanted out of life was to spend the next hundred years of it in the University, eating big meals and not moving much in between them. He was a plump young man with a complexion the color of something that lives under a rock. People were always telling him to make some-thing of his life, and that’s what he wanted to do. He wanted to make a bed of it.
“But, Archchancellor,” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, “it’s still too damn far.”
“Nonsense,” said Ridcully. “They’ve got that new turn-
pike open all the way to Sto Helit now. Coaches everyUsing a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like a red rag to a bu—was like putting something very annoying in front of someone who was annoyed by it.It was very hard, being a reader in Invisible Writings.“I reckon you’d better come too,” said Ridcully.“Me, Archchancellor?”“Can’t have you skulking around the place inventing mil-lions of other universes that’re too small to see and all the rest of that continuinuinuum stuff,” said Ridcully. “Anyway, I shall need someone to carry my rods and crossbo—my stuff,” he corrected himself.