Cao Yong Freedom

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It’s quite all right, ‘ said Windle.
‘I’m not actually sure I can hammer -‘
‘I don’t mind, I assure you, ‘ said Windle.
‘You don’t?’
‘The principle is sound,’ said Windle.’If you just hand me the celery but think hammering a stake, that’s probably sufficient.’ ‘That’s very decent of you,’ said Ridcully.’That shows a very proper spirit.’
‘Esprit de corpse,’ said the Senior Wrangler.
Ridcully being resumed. He could even hear muffled voices. He banged on the coffin lid.
‘Can you beep it down?’ he demanded.’There’s people down here trying to be dead!’
He heard the voices stop. There was the sound of feet hurrying away. Windle lay there for some time. He didn’t know how long. He tried stopping all functions, but that just made things uncomfortable. Why glared at him, and thrust the celery dramatically towards Windle.‘Take that!’ he said.‘Thank you,’ said Windle.‘And now let’s put the lid on and go and have some lunch,’ said Ridcully.’Don’t worry, Windle. It’s bound to work. Today is the last day of the rest of your life.’Windle lay in the darkness, listening to the hammering. There was a thump and a muffled imprecation against the Dean for not holding the end properly.And then the patter of soil on the lid, getting fainter and more distant. After a while a distant rumbling suggested that the commerce of the city was