Frederic Edwin Church Autumn

Frederic Edwin Church AutumnLorenzo Lotto St Catherine of AlexandriaTitian Emperor CharlesTitian The Fall of ManTheodore Chasseriau Apollo and Daphne
wizards grunted with effort.
‘‑and, mm, I can remember it as if it was only yesterday, the look on his face when‑‘
‘Now lower away!’
The iron‑shod wheels clanged gently on the cobbles of the alley.
Poons nodded amiably. ‘Great times. Great times,’ he muttered, and fell asleep.
The wizards climbed slowly and unsteadily over the wall, ample backsides gleaming in the moonlight, and stood .’
It was dawning on the wizards that they were outside the University, at night and without permission, for the first time in decades. A certain suppressed excitement crackled from man to man. Any watcher trained in reading body language would have been prepared to bet that, after the click, wheezing gently on the far side.‘Tell me, Dean,’ said the Lecturer, leaning on the wall to stop the shaking in his legs, ‘have we made . . . the wall . . . higher in the last fifty years?’‘I . . . don’t . . . think . . . so.’‘Odd. Used to go up it like a gazelle. Not many years ago. Not many at all, really.’The wizards wiped their foreheads and looked sheepishly at one another.‘Used to nip over for a pint or three most nights,’ said the Chair.‘I used to study in the evenings,’ said the Dean, primly.The Chair narrowed his eyes.‘Yes, you always did,’ he said. ‘I recall