Pino WHITE SAND

Pino WHITE SANDPino WHISPERING HEARTPino THINKING OF YOU
Yes, all right, but why me?
In your soul you know you are a true wizard. The word 'Wizard' is engraved on your heart.
'Yes, but the trouble is I keep meeting people who might try to find out,' said Rincewind miserably.
'What did you say?' said Conina.
Rincewind 'I especially like the lace,' said Carding.
'It took ages.'
'Why didn't you try magic?' Carding waggled his fingers, and grasped the tall cool glass that appeared in mid-air. Under its paper umbrella and fruit salad it contained some sticky and expensive alcohol.
'Didn't work,' said Spelter. 'Just couldn't seem, um, to get it right. I had tostared at the smudge on the horizon and sighed.'Just talking to myself,' he said. Carding surveyed the hat critically. He walked around the table and stared at it from a new angle. At last he said: 'It's pretty good. Where did you get the octarines?''They're just very good Ankhstones,' said Spelter. 'They fooled you, did they?'It was a magnificent hat. In fact, Spelter had to admit, it looked a lot better than the real thing. The old Archchancellor's hat had looked rather battered, its gold thread tarnished and unravelling. The replica was a considerable improvement. It had style.