the grand dean o’ spade university said with their hands in the pockets o’ their jacket & a downward look, not with exasperation nor anger, but just tiredness,
¿has it come to this?.
the council could only return,
¿what other choices have we?.
the grand dean nodded with a hand held out to the engineers, & then left.
there came a rumbling, & anyone outside the gates o’ spade university would see big black bat wings suddenly stretch from the sides o’ the building & the perimeter round said gate slowly rip itself out o’ the earth & rise up high into the clouds, where the milliam regime could not reach them.