Edward Hopper Excursion into Philosophy

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The Dean pushed him away and blew off the wheels of a leading trolley.
‘That’s my staff!’
The wizards stood back to back in a narrowing ring of metal.
‘They’re not right for this city, ‘ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
‘I know what you mean, ‘ said Ridcully. ‘Alien.’
‘I suppose stacked it with the others. Miss Flitworth scuttled past him, bent double under a load of corn.* The two of them worked steadily, crisscrossing the field in the teeth of the storm to snatch up the harvest before the wind and hail stole it away. Lightning no-one’s got a flying spell on them today?’ the Senior Wrangler enquired.The Dean took aim again and melted a basket.‘That’s my staff you’re using, you know.’‘Shut up, Bursar,’ said the Archchancellor. ‘And, Dean, you’re getting nowhere picking them off one by one like that. OK, lads? We want to do them all as much damage as possible. Remember - wild, uncontrolled bursts . . .’ The trolleys advanced. Ow. Ow. Miss Flitworth staggered through the wet, rattling gloom. Hailstones crunched underfoot. Thunder cannonaded around the sky. ‘They sting, don’t they,’ she said.THEY ECHO.Bill Door fielded a stook as it was blown past, and