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you must be out of your mind, Archchancellor!’ said the Senior Wrangler. He lowered his voice. ‘Anyway, he’s an undead. I don’t see how you can save undeads. It’s a sort of contradiction in terms.’ ‘A dichotomy, ‘ said the Bursar helpfully.
‘Oh, I don’t think surgery is involved.’
‘Anyway, Bursar.’They make these big, big jars of special pickles and then they bury them in the ground for months to ferment and they get this lovely piquant -‘ ‘Tell me,’ Ludmilla whispered to Ridcully, ‘is this how wizards usually behave?’
‘The Senior Wrangler is an amazingly fine example,’ said Ridcully. ‘Got the same urgent grasp of reality as a cardboard cut-out. Proud to have him on the team.’ He rubbed his hands together.’OK, lads. Volunteers?’ ‘Yo! Hut!’ said the Dean, who was in an entirely different world now.
‘I would be remiss in my duty if I failed to help a brother,’ said Reg Shoe.
‘Oook.’didn’t we bury him?’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. ‘And now we dig him up again,’ said the Archchancellor. ‘It’s probably a miracle of existence.’‘Like pickles,’ said the Bursar, happily.Even the Fresh Starters went blank.‘They do that in parts of Howondaland,’ said the