Guido Reni Reni CharityFrancois Boucher The Setting of the SunFrancois Boucher The Rest on the Flight into Egypt
, use another dwarf's actual tools?' Carrot's mouth twisted in distaste, as though someone had suggested he wear Corporal Nobbs' old shorts. 'Oh, no. that's not . . . right. I mean, they're . . . part of him. I mean . . . someone else using them, after better, we are trying to find out who killed Mr Hammerhock. All right?'
Carrot picked one up, but with considerable reluctance.
'This is Mr Hammerhock's chisel, this is,' he said reproachfully.
'Corporal Carrot, will you stop being a dwarf for two seconds? You're a guard! And give me the damn chisel! It's been a long day! Thank you!'he's used them all these years, I mean . . . urrgh.''Really?'The clockwork soldier marched under the bench.'It'd feel . . . wrong,' said Carrot. 'Er. Yukky.''Oh.' Vimes stood up.'Capt—''Ow!''—mind your head. Sorry.'Rubbing his head with one hand, Vimes used the other to examine the hole in the plaster.'There's . . . something in here,' he said. 'Pass me one of those chisels.'There was silence.'A chisel, please. If it makes you feel any
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Lady With An Ermine
Leonardo da Vinci Lady With An ErmineThomas Kinkade End of a Perfect DayThomas Kinkade Beacon of hope
Angua watched the dog. The dog watched her.
She squatted on her haunches as it sat down and scratched an ear furiously.
Looking around carefully to make sure that no-one could see them, she barked an inquiry.
'Don't bower,' said the dog.
'You can talk?'
'Huh. That don't take much intelligence,' said the dog. 'And it don't take much intelligence to spot what you are, neither.'
Angua looked It scratched an ear again. 'Seems to me,' it said, 'we could help each other . . .'
'In what way?'
'Well, you could put me in the way of a pound of steak. That doepanicky.'Where does it show?''It's the smell, girl. Din't you learn nuffm? Smelled you a mile orf. I thought, oh-ho, what's one of them doing in the Watch, eh?'Angua waved a finger wildly.'If you tell anyone—!'The dog looked more pained than normal.'No-one'd listen,' it said.'Why not?'' 'Cos everyone knows dogs can't talk. They hear me, see, but unless things are really tough they just think they're thinking to 'emselves.' The little dog sighed. 'Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. I've read books. Well . . . chewed books.'
Angua watched the dog. The dog watched her.
She squatted on her haunches as it sat down and scratched an ear furiously.
Looking around carefully to make sure that no-one could see them, she barked an inquiry.
'Don't bower,' said the dog.
'You can talk?'
'Huh. That don't take much intelligence,' said the dog. 'And it don't take much intelligence to spot what you are, neither.'
Angua looked It scratched an ear again. 'Seems to me,' it said, 'we could help each other . . .'
'In what way?'
'Well, you could put me in the way of a pound of steak. That doepanicky.'Where does it show?''It's the smell, girl. Din't you learn nuffm? Smelled you a mile orf. I thought, oh-ho, what's one of them doing in the Watch, eh?'Angua waved a finger wildly.'If you tell anyone—!'The dog looked more pained than normal.'No-one'd listen,' it said.'Why not?'' 'Cos everyone knows dogs can't talk. They hear me, see, but unless things are really tough they just think they're thinking to 'emselves.' The little dog sighed. 'Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. I've read books. Well . . . chewed books.'
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Frida Kahlo My Dress Hangs There
Frida Kahlo My Dress Hangs ThereFrida Kahlo Diego and IDouglas Hofmann ModelDouglas Hofmann Jessica
had practice,” said Magrat darkly.
Nanny Ogg raised her eyebrows, but made no further comment. Instead she nudged Granny with her boot.
“Wake up, Esme,” she said. “Well done. We won.”
“Esme?”
Ridcully knelt down stiffly and picked up one of Granny’s arms.
“It must have taken it out of her, all that effort,” burbled
Nanny. “Ponder and the Librarian helped drag the stones back into position, occasionally using the Bursar as a lever. He was going through the rigid phase again.
They were unusual stones. Ponder noticed—Freeing Magrat and everything—“Ridcully looked up.288LOR06 ftttO LftDf£S“She’s dead,” he said.He thrust both arms underneath the body and got unsteadily to his feet.“Oh, she wouldn’t do a thing like that,” said Nanny, but in the voice of someone whose mouth is running on auto-matic because their brain has shut down.“She’s not breathing and there’s no pulse,” said the wizard.“She’s probably just resting.”“Yes.”Bees circled, high in the blue sky.
had practice,” said Magrat darkly.
Nanny Ogg raised her eyebrows, but made no further comment. Instead she nudged Granny with her boot.
“Wake up, Esme,” she said. “Well done. We won.”
“Esme?”
Ridcully knelt down stiffly and picked up one of Granny’s arms.
“It must have taken it out of her, all that effort,” burbled
Nanny. “Ponder and the Librarian helped drag the stones back into position, occasionally using the Bursar as a lever. He was going through the rigid phase again.
They were unusual stones. Ponder noticed—Freeing Magrat and everything—“Ridcully looked up.288LOR06 ftttO LftDf£S“She’s dead,” he said.He thrust both arms underneath the body and got unsteadily to his feet.“Oh, she wouldn’t do a thing like that,” said Nanny, but in the voice of someone whose mouth is running on auto-matic because their brain has shut down.“She’s not breathing and there’s no pulse,” said the wizard.“She’s probably just resting.”“Yes.”Bees circled, high in the blue sky.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Pop art long stage ray
Pop art long stage rayPop art lazy afternoonPop art king elvis on red
do. I’m getting married tomorrow. One way or the other.”
“But—“
“Magrat finished rolling up the stained remnant of the wedding dress and stowed it in the sack.
“Have we got any horses?”
“There’s ... elf horses in the courtyard, miss. But I don’t think you’ll be able to ride one.”
l He knew this because the previous month’s issue of Popular Armor had run a feature entitled “We Test The Top Twenty Sub-$50 Helmets.” It had also run a second feature called “Battleaxes: We Put The Ten Best Through Their Paces” and had advertised for half a dozen new testers.
Shut up!”She’s going to get killed, Shawn thought. It’s enough to be able to pick up a sword. You have to know which end to poke into the enemy. I’m supposed to be on guard and she’s going to get killed—But-But— She shot one of them in the eye, right through the key-hole. I couldn’t have done that. I’d have said something like “Hands up!” first. But they were in the way and she just. . . got them out of her way.She’s still going to die. She’s just probably going to die bravely.I wish my mum was here.
do. I’m getting married tomorrow. One way or the other.”
“But—“
“Magrat finished rolling up the stained remnant of the wedding dress and stowed it in the sack.
“Have we got any horses?”
“There’s ... elf horses in the courtyard, miss. But I don’t think you’ll be able to ride one.”
l He knew this because the previous month’s issue of Popular Armor had run a feature entitled “We Test The Top Twenty Sub-$50 Helmets.” It had also run a second feature called “Battleaxes: We Put The Ten Best Through Their Paces” and had advertised for half a dozen new testers.
Shut up!”She’s going to get killed, Shawn thought. It’s enough to be able to pick up a sword. You have to know which end to poke into the enemy. I’m supposed to be on guard and she’s going to get killed—But-But— She shot one of them in the eye, right through the key-hole. I couldn’t have done that. I’d have said something like “Hands up!” first. But they were in the way and she just. . . got them out of her way.She’s still going to die. She’s just probably going to die bravely.I wish my mum was here.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beaching the Boat
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beaching the BoatJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beach at ValenciaAlexandre Cabanel HarmonyThomas Gainsborough Shepherd Boys with Dogs Fighting
Belly!” shouted Baker, who wasn’t a man to let go of an idea.
The cart containing the props bumped and skidded on the rutted track.
Jason had to admit trees. Where to now?”
They’d reached a crossroads, if such it could be called.
“Don’t remember this one,” said Carpenter the poacher.
“Thought I knew all the paths around here.”
“That’s ‘cos you only ever sees ‘em in the dark,” said Jason.
“Yeah, everyone knows ‘tis your delight on a shining night,” said Thatcher the carter.that Morris dancing was a lot easier than acting. People didn’t keep turning up to watch and gig-gle. Small children didn’t stand around jeering. Weaver and Thatcher were in almost open rebellion now, and mucking up the words. The evenings were becoming a constant search for somewhere to rehearse.Even the forest wasn’t private enough. It was amazing how people would just happen to be passing.Weaver stopped pushing, and wiped his brow.“You’d have thought the Blasted Oak would’ve been safe,” he said. “Half a mile from the nearest path, and damn me if after five minutes you can’t move for charcoal burners, hermits, trappers, tree tappers, hunters, trolls, bird-limers, hurdle-makers, swine-herds, truffle hunters, dwarfs, bodgers and suspicious buggers with big coats on. I’m surprised there’s room in the forest for the bloody
Belly!” shouted Baker, who wasn’t a man to let go of an idea.
The cart containing the props bumped and skidded on the rutted track.
Jason had to admit trees. Where to now?”
They’d reached a crossroads, if such it could be called.
“Don’t remember this one,” said Carpenter the poacher.
“Thought I knew all the paths around here.”
“That’s ‘cos you only ever sees ‘em in the dark,” said Jason.
“Yeah, everyone knows ‘tis your delight on a shining night,” said Thatcher the carter.that Morris dancing was a lot easier than acting. People didn’t keep turning up to watch and gig-gle. Small children didn’t stand around jeering. Weaver and Thatcher were in almost open rebellion now, and mucking up the words. The evenings were becoming a constant search for somewhere to rehearse.Even the forest wasn’t private enough. It was amazing how people would just happen to be passing.Weaver stopped pushing, and wiped his brow.“You’d have thought the Blasted Oak would’ve been safe,” he said. “Half a mile from the nearest path, and damn me if after five minutes you can’t move for charcoal burners, hermits, trappers, tree tappers, hunters, trolls, bird-limers, hurdle-makers, swine-herds, truffle hunters, dwarfs, bodgers and suspicious buggers with big coats on. I’m surprised there’s room in the forest for the bloody
Monday, April 20, 2009
Caravaggio The Crowning with Thorns
Caravaggio The Crowning with ThornsCaravaggio St. John the BaptistCaravaggio Martha and Mary Magdalene
Archchancellor had been young once. After all, it was just a matter of time. Common sense suggested that wizards didn’t flash into existence aged seventy and weighing nineteen stone. But common sense needed reminding.
He felt he ,” he said.
Ponder said nothing. When you’re a cork in someone else’s stream of consciousness, all you can do is spin and bob in the eddies.
“What a summer,” murmured Ridcully. “Very like this one, really. Crop circles were bursting like raindrops. And . .. well, I was having doubts, you know. Magic didn’t seem to be enough. I was a bit ... lost. I’d have given it all up for her. Every blasted octogram and magic spell. Without a sec-ond thought. You know when they say things like ‘she had a laugh like a mountain stream’?”
“I’m not personally familiar with it,” said Ponder, “but I
-have read poetry that—“ought to say something.“Pretty, was she, sir?” he said.“No. No, I can’t say she was. Striking. That’s the word. Tall. Hair so blond it was nearly white. And eyes like gimlets, I tell you.”Ponder tried to work this out.“You don’t mean that dwarf who runs the delicatessen in—“ he began.“I mean you always got the impression she could see right through you,” said Ridcully, slightly more sharply than he had intended. “And she could run ...”He lapsed into silence again, staring at the newsreels of memory.“I would’ve married her, you know
Archchancellor had been young once. After all, it was just a matter of time. Common sense suggested that wizards didn’t flash into existence aged seventy and weighing nineteen stone. But common sense needed reminding.
He felt he ,” he said.
Ponder said nothing. When you’re a cork in someone else’s stream of consciousness, all you can do is spin and bob in the eddies.
“What a summer,” murmured Ridcully. “Very like this one, really. Crop circles were bursting like raindrops. And . .. well, I was having doubts, you know. Magic didn’t seem to be enough. I was a bit ... lost. I’d have given it all up for her. Every blasted octogram and magic spell. Without a sec-ond thought. You know when they say things like ‘she had a laugh like a mountain stream’?”
“I’m not personally familiar with it,” said Ponder, “but I
-have read poetry that—“ought to say something.“Pretty, was she, sir?” he said.“No. No, I can’t say she was. Striking. That’s the word. Tall. Hair so blond it was nearly white. And eyes like gimlets, I tell you.”Ponder tried to work this out.“You don’t mean that dwarf who runs the delicatessen in—“ he began.“I mean you always got the impression she could see right through you,” said Ridcully, slightly more sharply than he had intended. “And she could run ...”He lapsed into silence again, staring at the newsreels of memory.“I would’ve married her, you know
Thursday, April 16, 2009
William Bouguereau Cupid and Psyche as Children
William Bouguereau Cupid and Psyche as ChildrenWilliam Bouguereau Charity'
good start," said Urn.
They looked at the Chosen One. He shook himself free of their grip and stood alone, swaying a little.
"No-oo," said Brutha. "No. I thought like that once, but it wouldn't. Not really."
Now, he said. Only now. Just one point in history. Not tomorrow, not next month, it'll always be too late unless it's now.
They stared at him.
"Come on," said Simony. "What's wrong with it? You can't argue with it."
"It's hard to XI. There Must Be Punishment! Otherwise There Will Be No Order!
` No.
XII. I Do Not Need You! I Have Believers Enough Now
Thomas Kinkade Pinocchio Wishes Upon a Star
explain," said Brutha. "But I think it's got something to do with how people should behave. I think . . . you should do things because they're right. Not because gods say so. They might say something different another time."VII. I Like One About Not Killing, said Om, from far above.VIII. It's Got A Good Ring To It. Hurry Up, I've Got Some Smiting To Do."You see?" said Brutha. "No. No smiting. No commandments unless you obey them too."Om thumped on the roof of the Temple.IX. You Order Me? Here? NOW? ME?"No. I ask."X. That's Worse Than Ordering!"Everything works both ways."Om thumped his Temple again. A wall caved in. That part of the crowd that hadn't managed to stampede from the Place redoubled its efforts.
good start," said Urn.
They looked at the Chosen One. He shook himself free of their grip and stood alone, swaying a little.
"No-oo," said Brutha. "No. I thought like that once, but it wouldn't. Not really."
Now, he said. Only now. Just one point in history. Not tomorrow, not next month, it'll always be too late unless it's now.
They stared at him.
"Come on," said Simony. "What's wrong with it? You can't argue with it."
"It's hard to XI. There Must Be Punishment! Otherwise There Will Be No Order!
` No.
XII. I Do Not Need You! I Have Believers Enough Now
Thomas Kinkade Pinocchio Wishes Upon a Star
explain," said Brutha. "But I think it's got something to do with how people should behave. I think . . . you should do things because they're right. Not because gods say so. They might say something different another time."VII. I Like One About Not Killing, said Om, from far above.VIII. It's Got A Good Ring To It. Hurry Up, I've Got Some Smiting To Do."You see?" said Brutha. "No. No smiting. No commandments unless you obey them too."Om thumped on the roof of the Temple.IX. You Order Me? Here? NOW? ME?"No. I ask."X. That's Worse Than Ordering!"Everything works both ways."Om thumped his Temple again. A wall caved in. That part of the crowd that hadn't managed to stampede from the Place redoubled its efforts.
Amedeo Modigliani Nude Sdraiato
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They left the temple just before sundown. The lion had crawled into the shade of some rocks, but stood up unsteadily to watch them go.
"It'll track us," moaned Om. "They do that. For miles and miles."
"We'll survive."
"I wish I had your confidence."
"Ah, but I have a God to have faith in."
"There'll be no And, half an hour later, a black shadowy line on the silver moonlit desert, there were the tracks.
"The soldiers came this way. We just have to follow the tracks back. If we head where they've come from, we'll get where we're going."
"We'll never do it!"
"We're traveling light."more ruined temples.""There'll be something else.""And not even snake to eat.""But I walk with my God.""Not as a snack, though. And you're walking the wrong way, too.""No. I'm still heading away from the coast.""That's what I mean.""How far can a lion go with a spear wound like that in him?""What's that got to do with anything?""Everything."
They left the temple just before sundown. The lion had crawled into the shade of some rocks, but stood up unsteadily to watch them go.
"It'll track us," moaned Om. "They do that. For miles and miles."
"We'll survive."
"I wish I had your confidence."
"Ah, but I have a God to have faith in."
"There'll be no And, half an hour later, a black shadowy line on the silver moonlit desert, there were the tracks.
"The soldiers came this way. We just have to follow the tracks back. If we head where they've come from, we'll get where we're going."
"We'll never do it!"
"We're traveling light."more ruined temples.""There'll be something else.""And not even snake to eat.""But I walk with my God.""Not as a snack, though. And you're walking the wrong way, too.""No. I'm still heading away from the coast.""That's what I mean.""How far can a lion go with a spear wound like that in him?""What's that got to do with anything?""Everything."
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Diego Rivera Night of the Rich
Diego Rivera Night of the RichLeroy Neiman FemlinUnknown Artist Abstract Autumn by DougallAndy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964
have been different.
For sheep are stupid, and have to be driven. But goats are intelligent, and need to be led.
Ur-Gilash, Great days. Great days. Every day fresh converts. The rise of Om had been unstoppable . . .
He jerked awake.
Old Ur-Gilash. Weather god, wasn't he? Yes. No. Maybe one of your basic giant spider gods? Something like that. Whatever happened to him?
What happened to me? How does it happen? You hang around the astral planes, going with the flow, enjoy the rhythms of the universe, you think that all the, you know, humans are getting thought Om. Ah, those were the days . . . when Ossory and his followers had broken into the temple and smashed the altar and had thrown the priestesses out of the window to be torn apart by wild dogs, which was the correct way of doing things, and there had been a mighty wailing and gnashing of feet and the followers of Om had lit their campfires in the crumbled halls of Gilash just as the Prophet had said, and that counted even though he'd said it only five minutes earlier, when they were only looking for the firewood, because everyone agreed a prophecy is a prophecy and no one said you had to wait a long time for it to come true.
have been different.
For sheep are stupid, and have to be driven. But goats are intelligent, and need to be led.
Ur-Gilash, Great days. Great days. Every day fresh converts. The rise of Om had been unstoppable . . .
He jerked awake.
Old Ur-Gilash. Weather god, wasn't he? Yes. No. Maybe one of your basic giant spider gods? Something like that. Whatever happened to him?
What happened to me? How does it happen? You hang around the astral planes, going with the flow, enjoy the rhythms of the universe, you think that all the, you know, humans are getting thought Om. Ah, those were the days . . . when Ossory and his followers had broken into the temple and smashed the altar and had thrown the priestesses out of the window to be torn apart by wild dogs, which was the correct way of doing things, and there had been a mighty wailing and gnashing of feet and the followers of Om had lit their campfires in the crumbled halls of Gilash just as the Prophet had said, and that counted even though he'd said it only five minutes earlier, when they were only looking for the firewood, because everyone agreed a prophecy is a prophecy and no one said you had to wait a long time for it to come true.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Leonardo da Vinci St John the Baptist
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Brutha pulled one off the nearest plant. And lo, he thought, there was another leaf.
"And you were going to be a bull?" he said.
"Opened my eyes . . . my eye . . . and I was a tortoise."
"Why?"
"How shouldare. That's what it says in the Book of Ossory. He was one of the Great Prophets, you know. I hope," Brutha added.
"Who told him I was omnipotent?"
"You did."
"No I didn't."
"Well, he said you did."
"Don't even remember anyone called Ossory," the tortoise muttered. I know? I don't know!" lied the tortoise."But you . . . you're omnicognisant," said Brutha."That doesn't mean I know everything."Brutha bit his lip. "Um. Yes. It does.""You sure?""Yes.""Thought that was omnipotent.""No. That means you're all-powerful. And you
Brutha pulled one off the nearest plant. And lo, he thought, there was another leaf.
"And you were going to be a bull?" he said.
"Opened my eyes . . . my eye . . . and I was a tortoise."
"Why?"
"How shouldare. That's what it says in the Book of Ossory. He was one of the Great Prophets, you know. I hope," Brutha added.
"Who told him I was omnipotent?"
"You did."
"No I didn't."
"Well, he said you did."
"Don't even remember anyone called Ossory," the tortoise muttered. I know? I don't know!" lied the tortoise."But you . . . you're omnicognisant," said Brutha."That doesn't mean I know everything."Brutha bit his lip. "Um. Yes. It does.""You sure?""Yes.""Thought that was omnipotent.""No. That means you're all-powerful. And you
Pierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneuses
Pierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneusesPierre Auguste Renoir By the SeashoreThomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn
rubber-stamp-and-Deweydecimal employment, had some time ago turned the Librarian into an orang-utan. He had since do you get a lawn like this? You mows it and you rolls it for five hundred years and then a bunch of bastards walks across it.'
[4] In most old libraries the books are chained to the shelves to prevent them being damaged by people. In the Library of Unseen University, of course, it's more or less the other way about.
[5] At least, by anyone who wanted to wake up the same shape, or even the same species, as they went to bedresisted all efforts to turn him back. He liked the handy long arms, the prehensile toes and the right to scratch himself in public, but most of all he liked the way all the big questions of existence had suddenly resolved themselves into a vague interest in where his next banana was coming from. It wasn't that he was unaware of the despair and nobility of the human condition. It was just that as far as he was concerned you could stuff it.[3] The furrow left by the fleeing gargoyles caused the University's head gardener to bite through his rake and led to the famous quotation: 'How .
rubber-stamp-and-Deweydecimal employment, had some time ago turned the Librarian into an orang-utan. He had since do you get a lawn like this? You mows it and you rolls it for five hundred years and then a bunch of bastards walks across it.'
[4] In most old libraries the books are chained to the shelves to prevent them being damaged by people. In the Library of Unseen University, of course, it's more or less the other way about.
[5] At least, by anyone who wanted to wake up the same shape, or even the same species, as they went to bedresisted all efforts to turn him back. He liked the handy long arms, the prehensile toes and the right to scratch himself in public, but most of all he liked the way all the big questions of existence had suddenly resolved themselves into a vague interest in where his next banana was coming from. It wasn't that he was unaware of the despair and nobility of the human condition. It was just that as far as he was concerned you could stuff it.[3] The furrow left by the fleeing gargoyles caused the University's head gardener to bite through his rake and led to the famous quotation: 'How .
Friday, April 10, 2009
Piet Mondrian Avond Evening Red Tree
Piet Mondrian Avond Evening Red TreeMichael Austin The Black DrapeTalantbek Chekirov Tender Passion
wove them had rather more dimensions than the usual three, but the worst thing about it was that if you looked at it long enough the pattern became blue dragons on a gold background, and a terrible feeling stole over you that if , above all, solid walls of the room.
'We could try sitting on it and saying "rise",' Nijel volunteered. 'And then, before we hit the roof, we could say, well, "stop".' He considered this for a bit, and then added, 'If that's the word.'
'Or, "drop",' said Rincewind, 'or "descend", "dive", "fall", "sink". Or "plunge".'
"Plummet",' suggested Conina gloomily.you kept on trying to see both types of dragon at once your brains would trickle out of your ears.Rincewind tore his gaze away with some difficulty as another distant explosion rocked the building.'How does it work?' he said.Creosote shrugged. 'I've never used it,' he said. 'I suppose you just say "up" and "down" and things like that.''How about "fly through the wall"?' said Rincewind.All three of them looked up at the high, dark and
wove them had rather more dimensions than the usual three, but the worst thing about it was that if you looked at it long enough the pattern became blue dragons on a gold background, and a terrible feeling stole over you that if , above all, solid walls of the room.
'We could try sitting on it and saying "rise",' Nijel volunteered. 'And then, before we hit the roof, we could say, well, "stop".' He considered this for a bit, and then added, 'If that's the word.'
'Or, "drop",' said Rincewind, 'or "descend", "dive", "fall", "sink". Or "plunge".'
"Plummet",' suggested Conina gloomily.you kept on trying to see both types of dragon at once your brains would trickle out of your ears.Rincewind tore his gaze away with some difficulty as another distant explosion rocked the building.'How does it work?' he said.Creosote shrugged. 'I've never used it,' he said. 'I suppose you just say "up" and "down" and things like that.''How about "fly through the wall"?' said Rincewind.All three of them looked up at the high, dark and
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Andy Warhol Page from Lips Book
Andy Warhol Page from Lips BookAndy Warhol One Blue PussyAndy Warhol Marilyn
'Oh, for goodness sake,' muttered Conina. She glanced at the men on either side of her, and then her hands moved. The one stabbed with the scissors was possibly better off than the one she raked with the comb, given the kind of opportunity,' he muttered under his breath, having just got the reference.
At least he had a unique opportunity to watch Conina fight. Not many men ever got to see it twice.
Her opponents started off grinning at the temerity of a slight young girl in attacking them, and then rapidly passed through various stages of puzzlement, doubt, concern and abject gibbering terror as they apparently became the centre of a flashing, tightening circle of steel. mess a steel comb can make of a face. Then she reached down, snatched up a sword dropped by one of the stricken men, and lunged at the other two.The leader turned at the screams, and saw the Luggage behind him with its lid open. And then Rincewind cannoned into the back of him, pitching him forward into whatever oblivion lay in the multidimensional depths of the chest.There was the start of a bellow, abruptly cut off.Then there was a click like the shooting of the bolt on the gates of Hell.Rincewind backed away, trembling. :A unique
'Oh, for goodness sake,' muttered Conina. She glanced at the men on either side of her, and then her hands moved. The one stabbed with the scissors was possibly better off than the one she raked with the comb, given the kind of opportunity,' he muttered under his breath, having just got the reference.
At least he had a unique opportunity to watch Conina fight. Not many men ever got to see it twice.
Her opponents started off grinning at the temerity of a slight young girl in attacking them, and then rapidly passed through various stages of puzzlement, doubt, concern and abject gibbering terror as they apparently became the centre of a flashing, tightening circle of steel. mess a steel comb can make of a face. Then she reached down, snatched up a sword dropped by one of the stricken men, and lunged at the other two.The leader turned at the screams, and saw the Luggage behind him with its lid open. And then Rincewind cannoned into the back of him, pitching him forward into whatever oblivion lay in the multidimensional depths of the chest.There was the start of a bellow, abruptly cut off.Then there was a click like the shooting of the bolt on the gates of Hell.Rincewind backed away, trembling. :A unique
John William Waterhouse The Lady Clare
John William Waterhouse The Lady ClareJohn William Waterhouse FloraJohn William Waterhouse Circe offering the Cup to Ulysses
This particular thief was credited with stealing the jewelled disembowelling knife from the Temple of Offler the Crocodile God during the middle of Evensong, and the silver shoes from the Patrician's finest racehorse while it was in the turning point of Ankh-Morpork's busy day, when those who make their living under the sun are resting after their labours and those who turn an honest dollar by the cold light of the moon are just getting up the energy to go to work. The day had, in fact, reached that gentle point when it was too late for housebreaking and too early for burglary.
Rincewind sat alone in the crowded, smoky room, and didn't take much the process of winning a race. When Gritoller Mimpsey, vice-president of the Thieves' Guild, was jostled in the marketplace and then found on returning home that a freshly-stolen handful of diamonds had vanished from their place of concealment, he knew who to blame.[7] This was the type of thief that could steal the initiative, the moment and the words right out of your mouth.However, it was the first time it had stolen something that not only asked it to, in a low but authoritative voice, but gave precise and somehow unarguable instructions about how it was to be disposed of.It was that cusp of the night that marks
This particular thief was credited with stealing the jewelled disembowelling knife from the Temple of Offler the Crocodile God during the middle of Evensong, and the silver shoes from the Patrician's finest racehorse while it was in the turning point of Ankh-Morpork's busy day, when those who make their living under the sun are resting after their labours and those who turn an honest dollar by the cold light of the moon are just getting up the energy to go to work. The day had, in fact, reached that gentle point when it was too late for housebreaking and too early for burglary.
Rincewind sat alone in the crowded, smoky room, and didn't take much the process of winning a race. When Gritoller Mimpsey, vice-president of the Thieves' Guild, was jostled in the marketplace and then found on returning home that a freshly-stolen handful of diamonds had vanished from their place of concealment, he knew who to blame.[7] This was the type of thief that could steal the initiative, the moment and the words right out of your mouth.However, it was the first time it had stolen something that not only asked it to, in a low but authoritative voice, but gave precise and somehow unarguable instructions about how it was to be disposed of.It was that cusp of the night that marks
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Carl Fredrik Aagard Lodge on Lake Como
Carl Fredrik Aagard Lodge on Lake ComoCarl Fredrik Aagard Amalfi dia CappucciniSalvador Dali The Enigma of Desire
’ echoed Reg Shoe.
‘‘That’s right, Mr Shoe, ‘ said Schleppel happily. ‘Should we worry when he’s in front of us?’ said Ridcully, ‘Or is it worse because we know he’s behind us?’
‘Hah! No more closets and cellars for this bogey,’ said Schleppel. ‘That’s a shame, because we’ve got some really big cellars at the University,’ said Windle Poons quickly.
Schleppel was silent for a while. Then he said, in an exploratory tone of voice, ‘How big?’
‘Huge.’
‘Yeah? With rats?’Oook!’‘Yo!’ said Windle Poons.‘Yo!’ said Schleppel.(Somewhere in the darkness, where the crowd wasthinnest, the gaunt shape of Mr Ixolite, the world’s last surviving banshee, sidled up to the shaking building and bashfully shoved a note under the door. It said: OOOOeeeOOOeeeOOOeee.)The trolley ploughed to a very definitive stop. No-one turned around. Reg said, slowly: ‘You’re behind us, right?’.
’ echoed Reg Shoe.
‘‘That’s right, Mr Shoe, ‘ said Schleppel happily. ‘Should we worry when he’s in front of us?’ said Ridcully, ‘Or is it worse because we know he’s behind us?’
‘Hah! No more closets and cellars for this bogey,’ said Schleppel. ‘That’s a shame, because we’ve got some really big cellars at the University,’ said Windle Poons quickly.
Schleppel was silent for a while. Then he said, in an exploratory tone of voice, ‘How big?’
‘Huge.’
‘Yeah? With rats?’Oook!’‘Yo!’ said Windle Poons.‘Yo!’ said Schleppel.(Somewhere in the darkness, where the crowd wasthinnest, the gaunt shape of Mr Ixolite, the world’s last surviving banshee, sidled up to the shaking building and bashfully shoved a note under the door. It said: OOOOeeeOOOeeeOOOeee.)The trolley ploughed to a very definitive stop. No-one turned around. Reg said, slowly: ‘You’re behind us, right?’.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Johannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water Jug
Johannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water JugJohannes Vermeer The ProcuressJohannes Vermeer Diana and her Companions
screw was turning, but that didn’t matter because something somewhere went ‘clonk’ and everything stopped.
From the crowd at the hedge there were shouts of ‘Get out and milk it!’, ‘We had one but the end fell off!’, ‘Simnel got down again. Distant catcalls drifted towards him as he untied the sheet and replaced it with a new one; he ignored them. Without moving his gaze from the scene in the opposite field, Bill Door pulled a sharpening stone out of his pocket and began to hone his scythe, slowly and deliberately.
Apart from the distant clink of the blacksmith’s tools, the schip-schip of stone on metal was the Tuppence more and up goes the donkey!’ and other time-honoured witticisms.Simnel got down, held a whispered conversation with Peedbury and his men, and then disappeared into the machinery for a moment. ‘It’ll never fly!’‘Veal will be cheap tomorrow!’This time the Combination Harvester got several feet before one of the rotating sheets split and folded up.By now some of the older men at the hedge were doubled up with laughter.‘Any old iron, sixpence a load!’‘Fetch the other one, this one’s broke!’
screw was turning, but that didn’t matter because something somewhere went ‘clonk’ and everything stopped.
From the crowd at the hedge there were shouts of ‘Get out and milk it!’, ‘We had one but the end fell off!’, ‘Simnel got down again. Distant catcalls drifted towards him as he untied the sheet and replaced it with a new one; he ignored them. Without moving his gaze from the scene in the opposite field, Bill Door pulled a sharpening stone out of his pocket and began to hone his scythe, slowly and deliberately.
Apart from the distant clink of the blacksmith’s tools, the schip-schip of stone on metal was the Tuppence more and up goes the donkey!’ and other time-honoured witticisms.Simnel got down, held a whispered conversation with Peedbury and his men, and then disappeared into the machinery for a moment. ‘It’ll never fly!’‘Veal will be cheap tomorrow!’This time the Combination Harvester got several feet before one of the rotating sheets split and folded up.By now some of the older men at the hedge were doubled up with laughter.‘Any old iron, sixpence a load!’‘Fetch the other one, this one’s broke!’
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Vanitas Still Life
Vanitas Still LifeJohn Constable Wivenhoe ParkJohn Constable The White Horse
The apothecary who does medicine over in Chambly’s got a skelington on a hook with all wire to hold the bones together,’ said the child, with the air of one imparting information gained after diligent research.
I DON’T HAVE WIRES.
‘There’s a difference between alive skelingtons and dead ones?’
YES.
‘It’s a dead skelington he’s got then, is it?’
YES.
‘What was inside someone?’
YES.
‘Ur. ’
MY WORD.
The horizon was given another inspection.
‘D’you know,’ she said, ‘d’you know . . . it’s Friday.’
YES.Yuk.’The child stared distantly at the landscape for a while and then said, ‘I’ve got new socks.’YES?‘You can look, if you like.’A grubby foot was extended for inspection.WELL, WELL. FANCY THAT. NEW SOCKS.‘My mum knitted them out of sheep.
‘I found a spoon.’
The apothecary who does medicine over in Chambly’s got a skelington on a hook with all wire to hold the bones together,’ said the child, with the air of one imparting information gained after diligent research.
I DON’T HAVE WIRES.
‘There’s a difference between alive skelingtons and dead ones?’
YES.
‘It’s a dead skelington he’s got then, is it?’
YES.
‘What was inside someone?’
YES.
‘Ur. ’
MY WORD.
The horizon was given another inspection.
‘D’you know,’ she said, ‘d’you know . . . it’s Friday.’
YES.Yuk.’The child stared distantly at the landscape for a while and then said, ‘I’ve got new socks.’YES?‘You can look, if you like.’A grubby foot was extended for inspection.WELL, WELL. FANCY THAT. NEW SOCKS.‘My mum knitted them out of sheep.
‘I found a spoon.’
Vincent van Gogh Sunflowers
Vincent van Gogh SunflowersVincent van Gogh ReaperEdmund Blair Leighton Off
have to act like that now. That’s what he would have done if he was alive, but despite what Reg Shoe proclaimed, it was quite hard to be proud when you were dead. A bit stiff, perhaps, but not proud.
‘Don’t know. Very unseasonal. It ought to be dying down around now,’ said Schleppel.
The floor about everything.’ Windle looked at his wizarding hat. Burial and tunnelling had not been kind to it, but after more than a century of wear it hadn’t been the height of haute couture to start with.
‘There’s always something new to learn, ‘ he said.
It was another day. Cyril the cockerel stirred on his perch.
The chalked words glowed in the half light.
He concentrated.shook again. Then the loose floorboard that had concealed Windle’s little fortune creaked, and started to put out shoots. ‘What do you mean, unseasonal?’ he said.‘You get a lot of it in the spring,’ said the voice from behind the door. ‘Shoving the daffodils up out of the ground and that kind of stuff.’‘Never heard of it, ‘ said Windle, fascinated.‘I thought you wizards knew everything
have to act like that now. That’s what he would have done if he was alive, but despite what Reg Shoe proclaimed, it was quite hard to be proud when you were dead. A bit stiff, perhaps, but not proud.
‘Don’t know. Very unseasonal. It ought to be dying down around now,’ said Schleppel.
The floor about everything.’ Windle looked at his wizarding hat. Burial and tunnelling had not been kind to it, but after more than a century of wear it hadn’t been the height of haute couture to start with.
‘There’s always something new to learn, ‘ he said.
It was another day. Cyril the cockerel stirred on his perch.
The chalked words glowed in the half light.
He concentrated.shook again. Then the loose floorboard that had concealed Windle’s little fortune creaked, and started to put out shoots. ‘What do you mean, unseasonal?’ he said.‘You get a lot of it in the spring,’ said the voice from behind the door. ‘Shoving the daffodils up out of the ground and that kind of stuff.’‘Never heard of it, ‘ said Windle, fascinated.‘I thought you wizards knew everything
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Frida Kahlo Fulang Chang and I
Frida Kahlo Fulang Chang and IFrida Kahlo Fruits of the EarthRembrandt Christ In The StormThomas Stiltz The Best of CakebreadThomas Stiltz Five First Growths
Although not common on the Discworld there are, indeed, such things as anti-crimes, in accordance with the fundamental law that everything in the multiverse has an opposite. They are, obviously, rare. Merely giving someone ‘ Nice,’ he said.
‘Fred?’
Colon, fascinated, watched the little snowflakes far inside the tiny glass globe.’Hmm?’
‘What am I supposed to do?’
‘Dunno. I suppose they’re yours, Throat. Can something is not the opposite of robbery; to be an antierime, it has to be done in such a way as to cause outrage ?Pn~Uor? humiliation to the victim. So there is breaking-and-decorating, proffering-with-embarrassment (as in most retirement presentations) and whitemailing (as in threatening to reveal to his enemies a mobster’s secret donations, for example, to charity). Anti-crimes have never really caught on.Sergeant Colon turned the object round and round in his hands. ‘Never seen one of these before, ‘ he said. He gave a shake. His face lit up.’Pretty, ain’t they?’‘The door was locked and everything,’ said Throat ‘And I ‘m paid up with the Thieves’ Guild.’Colon shook the thing again.
Although not common on the Discworld there are, indeed, such things as anti-crimes, in accordance with the fundamental law that everything in the multiverse has an opposite. They are, obviously, rare. Merely giving someone ‘ Nice,’ he said.
‘Fred?’
Colon, fascinated, watched the little snowflakes far inside the tiny glass globe.’Hmm?’
‘What am I supposed to do?’
‘Dunno. I suppose they’re yours, Throat. Can something is not the opposite of robbery; to be an antierime, it has to be done in such a way as to cause outrage ?Pn~Uor? humiliation to the victim. So there is breaking-and-decorating, proffering-with-embarrassment (as in most retirement presentations) and whitemailing (as in threatening to reveal to his enemies a mobster’s secret donations, for example, to charity). Anti-crimes have never really caught on.Sergeant Colon turned the object round and round in his hands. ‘Never seen one of these before, ‘ he said. He gave a shake. His face lit up.’Pretty, ain’t they?’‘The door was locked and everything,’ said Throat ‘And I ‘m paid up with the Thieves’ Guild.’Colon shook the thing again.
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