I'm sure he does, your lordship,' said Goodmountain cheerfully.
'Uh, by the way,' said the Bursar, 'do you people have an Annual Dinner?'
'Oh, yes. Definitely,' said the dwarf.
'When is it?'
'When would you like it?'
William scribbled: 'Mch businƒs sms likly wth a Certain Educational Body in t Ct,' and then, because he had a truly honest nature, he added, 'we hear.'
Well, that was pretty good going. He'd got one letter away only this morning and already he had an important note for the next--
--except, of course, the customers weren't expecting another one for almost a month. He had a certain feeling that by then no one would be very interested. On the other hand, if he didn 't tell them about it, someone would be bound to complain. There had been all that trouble with the rain of dogs in Treacle Mine Road last year, and it wasn't as if that had even happened.
But even if he got the dwarfs to make the type really big, one item of gossip wasn't going to go very far.
Blast.
He'd have to scuttle around a bit and find some more.
On an impulse he wandered over to the departing Bursar.
'Excuse me, sir,' he said.
The Bursar, who was feeling in a very cheerful mood, raised an eyebrow in a good-humoured way.
'Hmm?' he said. 'It's Mr de Worde, isn't it?'
'Yes, sir. I--'
I'm afraid we do all our own writing down at the University,' said the Bursar.
'I wonder if I could just ask you what you think of Mr Good-mountain's new printing engine, sir?' said William.
'Why?'
'Er... Because I'd quite like to know? And I'd like to write it down for my news letter. You know? Views of a leading member of Ankh-Morpork's thaumaturgical establishment?'
'Oh?' The Bursar hesitated. 'This is the little thing you send out to the Duchess of Quirm and the Duke of Sto Helit and people like that, isn't it?'
'Yes, sir,' said William. Wizards were terrible snobs.
'Er. Well, then... you can say that I said it is a step in the right direction that will... er... be welcomed by all forward-thinking people and will drag the city kicking and screaming into the Century of the Fruitbat.' He watched eagle-eyed as William wrote this down. 'And my name is Dr A.A. Dinwiddie, D.M.(7th), D.Thau., B.Occ., M.Coll., B.R That's Dinwiddie with an o.'
'Yes, Dr Dinwiddie. Er... the Century of the Fruitbat is nearly over, sir. Would you like the city to be dragged kicking and screaming out of the Century of the Fruitbat?'
'Indeed.'
William wrote this down. It was a puzzle why things were always dragged kicking and screaming. No one ever seemed to want to, for example, lead them gently by the hand.
'And I'm sure you will send me a copy when it comes out, of course,' said the Bursar.
'Yes, Dr Dinwiddie.'
'And if you want anything from me at any other time, don't hesitate to ask.'
'Thank you, sir. But I'd always understood, sir, that Unseen University was against the use of movable type?'