Caravaggio The Crowning with Thorns

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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