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?
A
CAREER
STRUCTURE
?
PROSPECTS
?
A
JOB
OR
LIFE
?
’
Indeed
,
and
if
you
would
but
let
go
—
’
The
change
in
Albert
’
s
voice
was
complete
.
The
trumpets
of
command
had
become
the
piccolos
of
supplication
.
He
sounded
terrified
,
in
fact
,
but
he
Managed
to
catch
Rincewind
’
s
eye
and
hiss
:
’
My
staff
!
Throw
me
my
staff
!
While
he
is
in
the
circle
he
is
not
invincible
!
Let
me
have
my
staff
and
I
can
break
free
!
’
Rincewind
said
:
’
Pardon
?
’
OH
,
MINE
IS
THE
FAULT
FOR
GIVING
IN
TO
THESE
WEAKNESSES
OF
WHAT
FOR
WANT
OF
A
BETTER
WORD
I
SHALL
CALL
THE
FLESH
!
’
My
staff
,
you
idiot
,
my
staff
!
’
gibbered
Albert
.
’
Sorry
?
’
WELL
DONE
,
MY
SERVANT
,
FOR
CALLING
ME
TO
MY
SENSES
.
said
Death
.
LET
us
LOSE
NO
TIME
.
’
My
sta
-
!
’
There
was
an
implosion
and
an
inrush
of
air
.
