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before his eyes snapped open.Ridcully never wasted time on small talk. It was always large talk or nothing.“Yes, Archchancellor?” said the Bursar, glumly.The Archchancellor removed his hat.“What about this, then?” he demanded.“Um, um, um ... what, Archchancellor?”“This, man! This!”Close to panic, the Bursar stared desperately at the top of Ridcully’s head.“The what? Oh. The bald spot?”“I have not got a bald spot!”“Um, then—““I mean it wasn’t there yesterday!”“Ah. Well. Um.” At a certain point
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bottom of the stairs and shout:
“Bursaaar!”
l until the Bursar appeared.

In fact it happened so often that the Bursar, a natural neurovore,* frequently found that he’d got up and dressed himself in his sleep several minutes before the bellow. On this occasion he was upright and fully clothed and halfway to the door something always
snapped inside the Bursar, and he couldn’t stop himself. “Of
l He lived on his nerves.