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Albert
looked
him
up
and
down
.
The
man
had
a
desperate
scuffed
look
,
like
something
left
out
for
the
laundry
.
He
decided
that
if
this
was
what
wizarding
had
come
to
,
someone
ought
to
do
something
about
it
.
’
What
sort
of
librarian
would
have
you
for
assistant
?
’
he
demanded
irritably
.
’
Oook
.
’
Something
like
awarm
soft
leather
glove
tried
to
hold
his
hand
.
’
A
monkey
!
In
my
university
!
’
’
Orang
-
outang
,
sir
.
He
used
to
be
a
wizard
but
got
caught
in
some
magic
,
sir
,
now
he
won
’
t
let
us
turn
him
back
,
and
he
’
s
the
only
one
who
knows
where
all
the
books
are
,
’
said
Rincewind
urgently
.
’
I
look
after
his
bananas
,
’
he
added
,
feeling
some
additional
explanation
was
called
for
.
Albert
glared
at
him
.
’
Shut
up
.
’
’
Shutting
up
right
away
,
sir
.
’
’
And
tell
me
where
Death
is
.
’
