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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7110837" data-attributes="member: 6777052">As they stumbled through Oxford heading vaguely north along St Giles, a tavern passed them on the left-hand side. "I know this place," said Hermione, "I used to come here as an undergraduette."Throg peered through half-drunken eyes at the sign over the tavern. "Is this the Eagle and Child?" he asked, "where Morse and Lewis and JRR Talkative used to hang out?""More or less right" said Herrmione charitably. "Except it was C.S. Lewis the author, not the sidekick in the Inspector Morse stories. And yes, it's the Eagle and Child, or, as it's universally known, The Bird and Baby. Shall we go in?"Inside was quiet. There were one or two drinkers in tweed jackets and pullovers discussing Kierkegaard but otherwise it seemed perfectly abnormal."What will it be?" asked the barkeeper languidly. He was reading PPE and would probably end up as chairman of a bank or a prime minister or something equally dreadful if he wasn't careful."Ah, now that depends on the meaning of 'be'. Is it the existential 'be' or the epistemological 'be'?" offered Hermione, dropping back smoothly into her mis-spent youth and remembering hot summer days taking afternoon tea on the college lawns.Throg shuffled his feet uneasily. This wasn't his world. The sooner they got back to the Quest, he thought, the better. He turned on his heel and walked out. But his vision was playing tricks.  It seemed an awfully long way across to the other side of the road. Roads shouldn't be that big. Or maybe he was too small. He looked suspiciously at the piece of mushroom he was holding in his hand. It looked nibbled. He flung it away in disgust whereupon it was caught by a passing caterpillar smoking a hookah who exchanged nods of greeting with the genii.The flight onwards from Oxford to Nottingham passed without incident and they landed the carpet on the roof of Nottingham Castle just as the sun was setting. "Good place to spend the night," decided Spiton.Little did he know how wrong he was ...</blockquote>

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