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him back, then. No life for a man, bein’ a monkey.’
‘Ape, Archchancellor. And he seems to prefer it, I’m afraid.’
‘How ?’
The Bursar had been dreading this. ‘ "Oook", Archchancellor,’ he said.
‘That was the same oook as the other oook!’
‘Oh, no. No. I assure you. There’s a different inflection . . . I mean, when you get used to . . . ,’ the Bursar shrugged. ‘I suppose we’ve just got into the way of understanding him, Archchancellor.’
‘Well, at least he keeps himself fit,’ said the Archchancellor nastily. ‘Not like d’yer know?’ said the Archchancellor suspiciously. ‘Speaks, does he?’ The Bursar hesitated. There was always this trouble with the Librarian. Everyone had got so accustomed to him it was hard to remember a time when the Library was not run by a yellow-fanged ape with the strength of three men. If the abnormal goes on long enough it becomes the normal. It was just that, when you came to explain it to a third party, it sounded odd. He coughed nervously. ‘He says "cook", Archchancellor,’ he said. ‘And what’s that mean?’ ‘Means "no", Archchancellor.’ ‘And how does he say "yes", then