Vincent van Gogh The good Samaritan Delacroix

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And so it was that Rincewind, Twoflower and Bethan entered Unseen University.
Elsewhere on the campus—
The eight wizards inserted their keys and, with many a worried glance at one another, turned them. There was a faint little snicking sound as the lock slid open.
The Octavo was unchained. A faint octarine light played across its bindings.
Trymon reached out and picked it up, and none of the others objected. His arm tingled.
He turned towards the door.
'Now to the enraged screams of the wizards who had just discovered how impossible it is to pass spells in a room built to be impervious to magic.
The Octavo squirmed, but Trymon held it tightly. Now he ran, putting out of his mind the horrible sensations under his arm as the book shape-changed into things hairy, skeletal and spiky. His hand Great Hall, brothers,' he said, 'if I may lead the way —'And there were no objections.He reached the door with the book tucked under his rm. It felt hot, and somehow prickly.At every step he expected a cry, a protest, and none came. He had to use every ounce of control to stop himself from laughing. It was easier than he could have imagined.The others were halfway across the claustrophobic dungeon by the time he was through the door, and perhaps they had noticed something in the set of his shoulders, but it was too late because he had crossed the threshold, gripped the handle, slammed the door, turned the key, smiled the smile.He walked easily back along the corridor, ignoring the numb. The faint chittering noises he had been hearing grew in volume, and there were other