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• The colour of magic.
• There is simply no rooom...

Mister Rincewind,

there are, as you know,
eight levels of wizardry,

to which the aspiring young...

to which the student can aspire.

In your not inconsiderable time here
at the Unseen University,

you have failed to reach level one.

Yes, but...

What the Arch Chancellor
is trying to say,

is that after decades
of teaching you,

patience seems not so much a virtue

as a life sentence.

- Yes, but...
- There is simply no room

for your kind of person
in a modern university.

- I feel...
- So you leave the Arch Chancellor

no other course of action
but to expel you.

But it's only been 40 years.

The hat.
Goodbye, Mr Rincewind.

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