When it comes to glittering objects, wizards have all the taste and self-control of a deranged magpie. 2A magical accident in the Library, which as has already been indicated is not a place for your average rubber-stamp-and-Dewey-decimal employment, had some time ago turned the Librarian into an orang-utan. He had since resisted all efforts to turn him back. He liked the handy long arms, the prehensile toes and the right to scratch himself in public, but most of all he liked the way all the big questions of existence had suddenly resolved themselves into a vague interest in where his next banana was coming from. It wasn’t that he was unaware of the despair and nobility of the human condition. It was just that as far as he was concerned you could stuff it. 3The furrow left by the fleeing gargoyles caused the University’s head gardener to bite through his rake and led to the famous quotation: ‘How do you get a lawn like this? You mows it and you rolls it for five hundred years and then a bunch of bastards walks across it.’ 4In most old libraries the books are chained to the shelves to prevent them being damaged by people.
