Andrea Mantegna Samson and Delilah

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metamorphoses beyond the reach of alchemists, and turned mere boring elements into pure light.
Over Ankh-Morpork, it just rained.
The senior wizards crowded around the elephant vase. It had been put back in the corridor on Ridcully’s strict peering closely, ‘is actually quite an old Ming vase.’
He waited expectantly.
‘Why’s it called Ming?’ said the Archchancellor, on cue.
The Bursar tapped the pot. It went ming.
‘And they spit lead balls at people, do they?’ said Ridcully. orders. ‘I remember Riktor,’ said the Dean. ‘Skinny man. Bit of a one-track mind. But clever.’ ‘Heh, heh. I remember his mouse counter,’ said Windle Poons, from his ancient wheelchair. ‘Used to count mice.’ ‘The pot itself is quite–’ the Bursar began, and then said, ‘What d’you mean, count mice? They were fed into it on a little belt or something?’ ‘Oh, no. You just wound it up, y’see, and it sat there whirring away, counting all the mice in the building, mm, and these little wheels with numbers on them came up.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Mm? I s’pose he just wanted to count mice.’ The Bursar shrugged. ‘This pot’, he said,