Henri Rousseau Exotic Landscape

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midnight - not the same midnight as before, but a very similar midnight. Old Tom, the tongueless bell in the Universitybody extended up the wall. This is a perfectly normal position for a student taking his ease.
‘OK,’ he said. ‘Right. OK? What, right, what is the name of the outerdimensional monster whose distinctive cry is "Yerwhatyerwhatyerwhat"?’
‘Yob Soddoth,’ said Ponder promptly.
‘Yeah. How does the monster Tshup Aklathep, Infernal Star Toad with A Million Young, torture its victims to death?’ bell tower, had just tolled its twelve sonorous silences. Rainclouds squeezed their last few drops over the city. Ankh-Morpork sprawled under a few damp stars, as real as a brick. Ponder Stibbons, student wizard, put down his book and rubbed his face. ‘All right,’ he said. ‘Ask me anything. Go on. Anything at all.’ Victor Tugelbend, student wizard, picked up his battered copy of Necrotelicomnicon Discussed for Students, with Practical Experiments and turned the pages at random. He was lying on Ponder’s bed. At least, his shoulder blades were. His