Soul Music - Not Magic

The wizards were bouncing in their seats and twirling their fingers in the air. Ridcully leaned over to the Bursar and screamed at him.

'What?' shouted the Bursar.

'I said, they've all gone mad except me and you!'

'What?'

'It's the music!'

'Yes! It's great!' said the Bursar, waving his skinny hands in the air.

'And I'm not too certain about you!' Ridcully sat down again and pulled out the thaumometer. It was vibrating crazily, which was no help at all. It didn't seem to be able to decide if this was magic or not. He nudged the Bursar sharply. 'This ain't magic! This is something else!'

'You're exactly right!'

Ridcully had the feeling that he suddenly wasn't speaking the right language. 'I mean it's too much!'

'Yes!'

Ridcully sighed. 'Is it time for your dried frog pill?'

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Soul Music - p110