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be able to do anything about that?'
'Make a nice rockery.' Rincewind turned and waved at the workmen.
'You're very cheerful,' said Twoflower, a shade reproachfully. 'Didn't you go to bed?'
'Funny thing, I couldn't sleep,' said Rincewind. 'I came out for a breath of fresh air, and no-one seemed to have any idea what to do, so I just sort of got people together,' he indicated the librarian, who tried to hold his hand, 'and started organising things. Nice day, isn't it? Air like wine.'
'Rincewind, I've decided that —'
'You know, I think I might re-enroll,' said Rincewind cheerfully. 'I think I could really make a go of things this time. I can really see myself getting to grips with magic and graduating really well. They do say if it's summa cum 'Oh.'
'Oook?'laude, then the living is easy – .''Good, because —'There's plenty of room at the top, too, now all the big boys will be doing doorstop duty, and —''I'm going Home.''— a sharp lad with a bit of experience of the world could – what?''Oook?''I said I'm going Home,' repeated Twoflower, making polite little attempts to shake off the librarian, who was trying to pick lice off him.'What Home?' said Rincewind, astonished.'Home home. My Home. Where I live,' Twoflower explained sheepishly. 'Back across the sea. You know.Where I came from. Will you please stop doing that?'
There was a pause. Then Twoflower said, 'You see, last night