Jack Vettriano The Twilight Zone

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Oh, YES.
. . . It spoke to him in the language of the Beat . . .
The Archchancellor made himself comfortable at his snooker table.
He'd long ago got rid of the official desk. A snooker table was much to be preferred. Things didn't fall off the edge, there were a number of handy as the title: Along the Ankh with Bow, Rod and Staff with a Knob on the End.
'Not many people realize,' he wrote, 'that the river Ankh has a large and varied pifcine
He flung down the pen and stormed along the corridor into the Dean's office.
'What the hell's that?' he shouted.
The Dean jumped.pockets to keep sweets and things in, and when he was bored he could shovel the paperwork off and set up trick shots He never bothered to shovel the paperwork back on afterwards. In his experience, anything really important never got written down, because by then people were too busy shouting.He picked up his pen and started to write.He was composing his memoirs. He'd got as far