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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.'
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Frida Kahlo My Dress Hangs There
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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
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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
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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
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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
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
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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."
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