book each.â
âCan we at least send out for some breakfast?â grumbled the Dean.
âFar too early for breakfast,â said Ridcully.
âWell, some supper, then?â
âToo late for supper.â
The Chair of Indefinite Studies took in the rest of the room. A lizard scuttled across the wall and disappeared.
âBit of a mess in here, isnât there?â he said, glaring at the place where the lizard had been. âEverythingâs very dusty. Whatâs in all those boxes?â
âSays âRocksâ on this side,â said the Dean. âMakes sense. If youâre going to study the outdoors, do it in the warm.â
âBut what about all the fishing nets and coconuts?â
The Dean had to agree the point. The study was a mess, even by the extremely expansive standards of wizardry. Boxes of dusty rocks occupied the little space that wasnât covered with books and paper. They had been variously labelled, with inscriptions like âRocks from Lower Downâ, âOther Rocksâ, âCurious Rocksâ and âProbably Not Rocksâ. Further boxes, to Ponderâs rising interest, were marked âRemarkable Bonesâ, âBonesâ and âDull Bonesâ.
âOne of those people who pokes his nose where it doesnât belong, I fancy,â said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, and sniffed. He sniffed again, and looked down at the book heâd picked at random.
âThis is a pressed squid collection,â he said.
âOh, is it any good? I used to collect starfish when I was a boy,â said Ponder.
The Lecturer in Recent Runes shut the book and frowned at him over the top of it. âI daresay you did, young man. And old fossils too, I expect.â
âI always thought that old fossils might have a lot to teach us,â said Ponder. âPerhaps I was wrong,â he added darkly.
âWell, I for one have never believed all that business about dead animals turning into stone,â said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. âItâs against all reason. Whatâs in it for them?â
âSo how do you explain fossils, then?â said Ponder.
âAh, you see, I donât,â said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, with a triumphant smile. âIt savesso much trouble in the long run. How do skinless sausages hold together, Mister Stibbons?â
âWhat? Eh? How should I know something like that?â
âReally? You donât know that but you think youâre entirely qualified to know how the whole universe was put together, do you? Anyway, you donât have to explain fossils. Theyâre there . Why try to turn everything into a big mystery? If you go around asking questions the whole time youâll never get anything done.â
âWell, what are we put here for?â said Ponder.
âThere you go again,â said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
âSays here itâs girt by sea,â said the Senior Wrangler.
He looked up at their stares.
âThis continent EcksEcksEcksEcks,â he added, pointing at a page. âSays here âLittle is known about it save that it is girt by sea.ââ
âIâm glad to see someone has their mind on the task in hand,â said Ridcully. âYou two get on with some studyinâ, please. Right, then, Senior Wrangler . . . girt by sea, is it?â
âApparently.â
âWell . . . it would be, wouldnât it,â said Ridcully. âAnything else?â
âI used to know a Gert,â said the Bursar. The terror of the Library had sent his somewhat erratic sanity on a downward slide into the calm pink clouds again.
âNot . . . very much,â said the Senior Wrangler, flicking through the pages. âSir Roderick Purdeighspent many years looking for the alleged continent and was very emphatic that it didnât exist.â
âQuite a jolly gel. Gertrude Plusher, I think her name was. Face