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slightly, as if he was trying to remember something he'd seen somewhere, 'the time will come when all wizardry has gone from the face of the world and the sons of, of - anyway, we can all be a bit more practical about things,' he added lamely.
'Read it in a book, did you?’ said Rincewind sourly. Any geas in it?'
'He's got a 'What? No! It says I'm a wizard, that's what! Twenty years behind the staff, and proud of it! I've done my time, I have! I've pas - I've sat dozens of exams! If all the spells I've read were piled on top of one another, they'd ... it'd ... you'd have a lot of spells!'
'Yes, but-’ Conina began.
'Yes?'
'You're not actually very good at them, are youpoint,' said Conina. 'I've nothing against wizards, but it's not as if they do much good. There just a bit of decoration, really. Up to now.'Rincewind pulled off his hat. It was battered, stained and covered with rock dust, bits of it had been sheared off, the point was dented and the star was shedding sequins like pollen, but the word "blizzard" was still just readable under the grime.'See this?' he demanded, red in the face. 'Do you see it? Do you? What does it tell you?''That you can't spell?' said Nijel.