That was the end of the optimism epidemic. In the morning a sweeper woman entered the offices of the Free Islam Convocation and found the Hummingbird, silenced, on the floor, surrounded by paw prints and the shreds of his murderers. She screamed; but later, when the authorities had been and gone, she was told to clean up the room. After clearing away innumerable dog hairs, swatting countless fleas and extracting from the carpet the remnants of a shattered glass eye, she protested to the Universitys comptroller of works that, if this sort of thing was going to keep happening, she deserved a small pay rise. She was possibly the last victim of the optimism bug, and in her case the illness didnt last long, because the comptroller was a hard man, and gave her the boot.

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