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'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
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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
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’ 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
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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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