Salvador Dali The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory

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it couldn’t be seriously suggested, could it, that senior wizards such as ourselves shouldn’t examine this popular phenomenon?’
Poons’ flailing walking stick caught the Dean sharply across the back of his legs.
‘I demand to know what everyone’s talking about!’ he snapped.
‘We Dean. ‘It’s not even as if it’s proper magic. It’s just trickery.’
‘Y’know,’ said one of the lesser wizards, thoughtfully, ‘I’ve always wondered exactly what these wretched clicks are. Some kind of puppet show, are they? Are these people acting on a stage? Or a shadow play?’
‘See?’ said the Chair. ‘We’re supposed to be wise, and we don’t even know.’
They all looked at the Dean.
‘Yes, but who wants to see a lot of young women dancing around in tights?’ he said, hopelessly.don’t see why senior wizards shouldn’t be allowed to watch moving pictures!’ bellowed the Chair.‘Jolly good thing, too!’ snapped Poons. ‘Everyone likes to look at a pretty woman.’‘No‑one mentioned anything about any pretty women. We were far more interested in examining popular phenomenons,’ said the Chair.‘Call it what you like, mm?’ cackled Windle Poons.‘If people see wizards strolling out of the gate and going into a common moving‑picture pit they’ll lose all respect for the profession,’ said the