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was registered! Few were about; the Carnival-structures were no more. Why was it dark? I had forgot: but for a flashing ring the sun was eclipsed. A fat man in a yellow robe sat on the grass some elms along. Beyond him, benched, one old and thin, a dark-suit stranger. The rest of studentdom was in class, I did not doubt, hard at Assignments of their own. And I -- a Registered, Matriculated, Qualified by George Candidate for Graduation -- I read mine:
ASSIGNMENT
To Be Done At Once, In No Time
1)Fix the Clock
2)End the Boundary Dispute
3)Overcome Your Infirmity
4)See Through Your Ladyship
5)Re-place the Founder's Scroll
6)Pass the Finals
7)Present Your ID-card, Appropriately Signed, to the Proper Authority
Founder, Founder! Those I thought I grasped, I gasped at; most signified not a thing to me. What ID-card? Which infirmity? When had the Founder's Scroll got misplaced? And ay, and ay, so short a term! Fist to brow I told them over, faintful list, and struck at each. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven!
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