Rembrandt Hendrickje Bathing in a River

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Stale! How can it be stale? It's rockl' shouted Dibbler after them He shrugged. Oh, well. The hallmark of a good businessman was knowing when to cut your losses.
He closed the lid of .
'I'll cut your knees off,' he said.
'GerhardtSockoftheButchers'Guildiswhoyouwant.'
'Right.'
' Nowpleasetaketheaxeaway.'
Cuddy's boots skidded on the cobbles as he hurried the tray, and opened another one.'Hole food! Hole food! Rat! Rat! Rat-onna-stick! Rat-in-a-bun! Get them while they're dead! Get chore—'There was a crash of glass above him, and Lance-Constable Cuddy landed head first in the tray.'There's no need to rush, plenty for everyone,' said Dibbler.'Pull me out,' said Cuddy, in a muffled voice. 'Or pass me the ketchup.'Dibbler hauled on the dwarf's boots. There was ice on them.'Just come down the mountain, have you?''Where's the man with the key to this warehouse?''If you liked our rat, then why not try our fine selection of-'Cuddy's axe appeared almost magically in his hand

Paul Gauguin The White Horse

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,' said Gaspode. 'Lots of fear.'
He sniffed the planks. 'Human fear, not dwarf. You can tell if it's dwarfs. It's the rat diet, see? Phew! Must have been real bad to stay this strong.'
'I smell one male human, one dwarf,' said Angua.
'Yeah. One dead dwarf.'
Gaspode stuck can't lie. Pheremonies. It's the ole sexual alchemy stuff.'
'I've only known him a couple of nights!'
'Aha!'
'What do you mean, aha?'
'Nothing, nothing. Nothing wrong with it, anyway—'his battered nose along the line of the door, and snuffled noisily.'There's other stuff,' he said, 'but it's a bugger what with the river so close and everything. There's oil and . . . grease . . . and all sorts – hey, where're you going?'Gaspode trotted after her as Angua headed back to Rime Street, nose close to the ground.'Following the trail.''What for? He won't thank you, you know.''Who won't?''Your young man.'Angua stopped so suddenly that Gaspode ran into her.'You mean Corporal Carrot? He's not my young man!''Yeah? I'm a dog, right? It's all in the nose, right? Smell

Paul Klee Fish Magic

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YOU'RE DEAD.
'Yes. I know.' Beano relaxed, and stopped wondering too much about events in an increasingly irrelevant world. Death found that people often did, after the initial confusion. After all, the worst had already happened. At least . . . with any luck.life as a clown. He smiled grimly, under his make-up.
'I like it.'

Vimes' meeting with the Patrician ended as all such meetings did, with the guest going away in possession of an unfocused yet nagging suspicion that he'd only just escaped with his life.
Vimes trudged on to see his bride-to-be. He knew where she would be found.
The sign scrawled across the big double gates in Morphic Street said: Here be Dragns.IF YOU WOULD CARE TO FOLLOW ME . . .'Will there be custard pies? Red noses? Juggling? Are there likely to be baggy trousers?'NO.Beano had spent almost all his short

Thomas Kinkade Deer Creek Cottage

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a pause. The Queen glanced around at her elves.
“They can’t fire,” said Granny. “And you wouldn’t want that, would you? So simple an end?”
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“You can’t be holding them! You have not that much power!”
“Do you want to died. Birds spiraled out of the sky Elves and humans alike dropped to the ground, clutching their heads.
And in Granny Weatherwax’s garden the bees rose out of their hives.
They emerged like steam, colliding with one another in their rush to get airborne. The deep gunship hum of the drones underpinned the frantic roars of the workers.
But, louder than the drones, was the piccolo piping of the queens.find out how much power I have, madam? Here, on the grass of Lancre?”She stepped forward. Power crackled in the air. The Queen had to step back.“My own turf?” said GrannyShe slapped the Queen again, almost gently.“What’s this?” said Granny Weatherwax. “Can’t you resist me? Where’s your power now, madam? Gather your power, madam!”“You foolish old crone!”It was felt by every living creature for a mile around. Small things

Federico Andreotti Discretion, The Better Part Of Valour

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Then it occurred to him that this wasn’t a proper activity for a martial artist, and he turned it into No. 19, the Flying Chrysanthemum Double Drop Kick.
After a while was iron all over the place, and Mum had been very definite about the iron.
Nevertheless...
He was methodical about it. He raised the drawbridge and dropped the portcullis and peered over the wall for good measure, but there was just the dusk and the night breeze.
He could feel the sound now. It seemed to be coming out of the stone, and had a saw-toothed edge to it that grated on his nerves.he realized that he had been hearing some-thing. It was vaguely rhythmical, and put him in mind of a grasshopper chirruping. It was coming from inside the castle.He turned carefully, keeping alert in case the massed armies of Foreign Parts tried to invade while his back was turned.This needed working out. He wasn’t on guard from things inside the castle, was he? “On guard” meant things outside. That was the point of castles. That’s why you had all the walls and things. He’d got the big poster they gave away free with Jane’s All the World’s Siege Weapons. He knew what he was talking about.Shawn was not the quickest of thinkers, but his thoughts turned inexorably to the elf in the dungeon. But that was locked up. He’d locked the door himself. And there

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they’re called. Not called like ‘Cooee.’ Called inside people’s heads. It’s enough for people just to want them to be here.”
Verence waved his hands in the air.
“I’m still learning about monarchy,” he said. “I don’t understand this stuff.”
“You don’t have to understand. You’re a king. Listen. You know about weak places in the world? Where it joins other worlds?”
“No.”
“There’s one“Calling them. Attracting them.”
“Ah. So what do I do?”
“Just go on reigning. I think we’re safe. They can’t get through. I’ve stopped the girls, so there’ll be no more channeling. You keep this one firmly under lock and key, and don’t tell Magrat. No sense in worrying her, is there? Something came through, but I’m keeping an eye on it.” up on the moor. That’s why the Dancers were put up around it. They’re a kind of wall.”Terry Pratchett“But sometimes the barriers between worlds is weaker, see? Like tides. At circle time.”“Ah.”“And if people act stupidly then, even the Dancers can’t keep the gateway shut. ‘Cos where the world’s thin, even the wrong thought can make the link.”“Ah.”Verence felt the conversation had orbited back to that area where he could make a contribution.“Stupidly?” he said.

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didn’t,” said Granny.
“But anyone could have done that,” said Magenta. ‘ “Yes, but that’s not the point,” said Granny. “The point is that you didn’t.” She smiled, which was unusual for her.
“Look, I don’t want to be nasty to you. You’re young. The
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world’s full of things you could be doing. You don’t want to be witches. Not if you knew what it means. Now just go away. Go dollars—“
The boom echoed through the woods.
Bits of hat lining zigzagged gently out of the sky.
Granny pointed her finger at the girls, who tried to lean out of the way.
“Now,” she said, “why don’t you go and see to your friend? She was beat. She probably ain’t very happy. That’s no time to go leaving people.”home. Don’t try the paranormal until you know what’s normal. Go on. Run along.”“But that’s just trickery! That’s what Diamanda said!You just use words and trickery—“ Magenta protested.Granny raised a hand.In the trees, the birds stopped singing.“Gytha?”Nanny Ogg gripped her own hat brim defensively.“Esme, listen, this hat cost me two whole
They still stared at her. Her finger seemed to fascinate them.
“I just asked you to go home. Perfectly reasonable voice.

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before his eyes snapped open.Ridcully never wasted time on small talk. It was always large talk or nothing.“Yes, Archchancellor?” said the Bursar, glumly.The Archchancellor removed his hat.“What about this, then?” he demanded.“Um, um, um ... what, Archchancellor?”“This, man! This!”Close to panic, the Bursar stared desperately at the top of Ridcully’s head.“The what? Oh. The bald spot?”“I have not got a bald spot!”“Um, then—““I mean it wasn’t there yesterday!”“Ah. Well. Um.” At a certain point
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bottom of the stairs and shout:
“Bursaaar!”
l until the Bursar appeared.

In fact it happened so often that the Bursar, a natural neurovore,* frequently found that he’d got up and dressed himself in his sleep several minutes before the bellow. On this occasion he was upright and fully clothed and halfway to the door something always
snapped inside the Bursar, and he couldn’t stop himself. “Of
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glanced at the deacon. Not Cenobiarch yet, so uncrowned. Among the Iams and bishops standing uncertainly in the open doorway, his bald head gleamed in the morning light.
"Come on, then," said Urn.
"Come on what?"
"We can rush Brutha's going to die anyway. But this way it'll mean something. People don't understand, really under­stand, about the shape of the universe and all that stuff, but they'll remember what Vorbis did to a man. Right? We can make Brutha's death a symbol for peo­ple, don't you see?"
Urn stared at the distant figure of Brutha. It was naked, except for a loin-cloth.
"A symbol?" he said. His throat was dry.
"It has to be."the steps and save him!""There's more of them than there are of us," said Simony."Well, haven't there always been? There's not mag­ically more of them than there are of us just because they've got Brutha, are there?"Simony grabbed his arm."Think logically, will you?" he said. "You're a phi­losopher, aren't you? Look at the crowd!"Urn looked at the crowd."Well?""They don't like it,." Simon turned. "Look,

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peered out of the window. The red light was coming from fires all over Ephebe, but there was one huge glow over the Library.
"Guerrilla activity," said Om. "Even the slaves are fighting. Can't understand why. You think they'd jump at the chance to be revenged on their masters, eh?"
"I suppose a slave in Ephebe has the chance to be free," said Brutha.
There was a hiss from the other end of the shed, and a metallic, whirring noise. Brutha heard Urn say, "There! I told you. Just. You're right. Illustrating the principle of reaction. I never asked Urn to build a big one. This is what comes of thinking with your hands."
"I took it round the lighthouse one night last week," said Urn. "No problems at all."
"Ankh-Morpork is a lot further than that," said Simony.
"Yes, it is five times further than the distance between Ephebe and Omnia," said Brutha solemnly. "There was a scroll of maps," he added.
Steam rose in scalding clouds from the whirring ball. Now he was closer, Brutha could see that a block in the tubes. Lets get some more fuel in."Brutha tottered towards the group.They were clustered round a boat. As boats went, it was of normal shape-a pointed end in front, a flat end at the back. But there was no mast. What there was, was a large, copper­colored ball, hanging in a wooden framework toward the back of the boat.There was an iron basket underneath it, in which someone had already got a good fire going.And the ball was spinning in its frame, in a cloud of steam."I've seen that," he said. "In De Chelonian Mobile. There was a drawing.""Oh, it's the walking Library," said Didactylos. "Yes

Mary Cassatt Children Playing On The Beach

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Fri'it gathered what remained of his dignity.
"I know you," he said. "I have faced you many times."
Death gave him a long stare.
NO YOU HAVEN'T.
"I assure you-”
YOU HAVE FACED MEN. IF YOU HAD FACED ME, I ASSURE YOU . . . YOU WOULD HAVE KNOWN.
"But what sooner or later, you reached the place when the inevitable just went and waited.
And this was it.
Fri'it stepped through the glow into a desert. The sky was dark and pocked with large stars, but the black sand that stretched away to the distance was nevertheless brightly happens to me now?"Death shrugged.DON'T YOU KNOW? he said, and disappeared."Wait!"Fri'it ran at the wall and found to his surprise that it offered no barrier. Now he was out in the empty corridor. Death had vanished.And then he realized that it wasn't the corridor he remembered, with its shadows and the grittiness of sand underfoot.That corridor didn't have a glow at the end, that pulled at him like a magnet pulls at an iron filing.You couldn't put off the inevitable. Because

Mary Cassatt Children Playing On The Beach

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be as blood, agues and boils will afflict mankind and diverse ills will befall. I really mean it," it added.
"I'll see
Many feel they are called to the priesthood, but what they really hear is an inner voice saying, "It's indoor work with no heavy lifting, do you want to be a ploughman like your father?"
Whereas Brutha didn't just believe. He really Believed. That sort of thing is usually embarrassing when it happens in a God-fearing family, but all Brutha had was his grandmother, and she Believed too. She believed what I can do," said Brutha, backing away."And I'm being very reasonable, in the circumstances!" the tortoise shouted after him."You don't sing badly, mind you!" it added, as an afterthought."I've heard worse!" as Brutha's grubby robe disappeared through the gateway."Puts me in mind of that time there was the affliction of plague in Pseudopolis," it said quietly, as the footsteps faded. "What a wailing and a gnashing of teeth was there, all right." It sighed. "Great days. Great days!"

Rembrandt Christ On The Cross

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They listened in awe, like fish who had inadvertently swum into a lecture on how to fly.
'Who are your people the other people have got to call?' said Nijel, who was impressed, although he didn't know why or by what.
'Actually, I 'Learn,' said Conina. She was tossing the lamp from hand to hand.
'Teleportation is a major headache,' said the genie, looking desperate. 'Why don't we do lun-’
'Right, that's it,' said Conina. 'Now I just need a couple of big flat rocks-’
'Okay, okay. Just hold hands, will you? I'll give it my best shot, but this could be one big mistake-'
The astro-philosophers of Krull once succeeded in proving conclusively that all places are one place and that the distance between them is an illusion, and this news was don't have any people yet,' said the genie, and gave a grimace that was definitely upwardly-mobile at the corners. 'But I will.''Everyone shut up,' said Conina firmly, 'and you, take us to Ankh-Morpork.''I should, if I were you,' said Creosote. 'When the young lady's mouth looks like a letter box, it's best to do what she says.'The genie hesitated.'I'm not very deep on transport,' he said.

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distractedly. The idea certainly didn't seem attractive.
'Anyway, they don't allow women inside after dark,' he said.
'And before thought by some to be even more dangerous than the Shades. Two muggers, a sneak thief and someone who had merely tapped Conina on the shoulder to ask her the time had already found this out.
'Do you mind if I ask you a question?' said Rincewind, stepping over the luckless pedestrian who lay coiled around his private pain.
Well?'dark?''Not then, either.'Conina sighed. 'That's silly. What have you wizards got against women, then?'Rincewind's brow wrinkled. 'We're not supposed to put anything against women,' he said. 'That's the whole point.' Sinister grey mists rolled through the docks of Morpork, dripping from the rigging, coiling around the drunken rooftops, lurking in alleys. The docks at night were

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Mrs Cake!’
The doors exploded inwards. A dark wind drove into the room, blowing out the candles and scattering the cards like polka~~ of snow. The priests heard the chink of a very large diamond being lifted out of its socket.
THANK YOU.
After a while, when nothing else seemed to be happening. the priest who wasn’t High managed to find a tinder box and, after several false starts, got a candle alight.
The two priests looked up through the dancing shadows at the statue, where a hole now gaped that should have contained a very large diamond.
After a Death sped across the world, landing once again in the farmyard. The sun was on the horizon when he knocked on the kitchen door. Miss Flitworth opened it, wiping her hands on her apron. She grimaced short-sightedly at the visitor, and then took a step bacwhile, the High Priest sighed and said, ‘Well, look at it like this: apart from us, who’s going to know?’‘Yeah. Never thought of it like that. Hey, can I be High Priest tomorrow?’‘It’s not your turn until Thursday.’‘Oh. come on.’The High Priest shrugged, and removed his High Priesting hat. ‘It’s very depressing, this kind of thing,’ he said, glancing up at the ravaged statue. ‘Some people just don’t know how to behave in a house of religion.’k.

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shan’t want to go anywhere except back home!’
WHEREVER.
Binky broke into a trot as they turned on to the road to the town. Wind blew the leaves off the trees, which tumbled past them and on up the road. The occasional flash of lightning still hissed across the sky.
Miss Flitworth looked at the hill beyond the farm.
I KNOW.
‘- it’s there again -‘
I KNOW.
‘Why isn’t it chasing us?’
WE’RE SAFE UNTIL THE SAND RUNS OUT.
‘And you die when the sand runs out?’
NO. WHEN THE SAND RUNS OUT IS WHEN I SHOULD DIE. I WILL BE IN THE SPACE BETWEEN LIFE AND like this you can stop calling me Miss Flitworth,’ said Miss Flitworth.
RENATA?
She looked startled. ‘How did you know my name? Oh. You’ve probably seen it written down, right?’
ENGRAVED.
‘On one of them hourglasses?’AFTERLIFE.‘Bill, it looked as though the thing it was riding . . . I thought it was a proper horse, just very skinny, but . . .’IT’S A SKELETAL STEED. IMPRESSIVE BUT IMPRACTICAL. I HAD ONE ONCE BUT THE HEAD FELL OFF.‘A bit like flogging a dead horse, I should think.’HA. HA. MOST AMUSING, MISS FLITWORTH.‘I think that at a time

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explosion. He’d been a quite inoffensive human, although by now so many people had come to terms with his new shape that few people remembered it.
But with the change had come the key to a whole bundle of senses and racial memories. And one of the deepest, most fundamental, most borne-in-the-bone of all of them was to do with shapes. It went back to the dawn of sapience. Shapes with muzzles, teeth and four legs were, in the evolving simian mind, definitely filed under Bad be a woman,’ he added.
The Librarian looked at Ludmilla. His nostrils flared again. His brow wrinkled.
‘Oook ?’
‘All right, I may have put that rather clumsily. Do let go, there’s a good fellow.’
The Librarian released his grip very cautiously and sank to the floor, keeping Windle between himself News.A very large wolf had padded through the hole in the wall, followed by an attractive young woman. The Librarian’s signal input was temporarily fused. ‘Also,’ said Windle, ‘it is just possible that I could knot your arms behind you.’‘Eeek!’‘He’s not an ordinary wolf. You’d better believe it.’‘Oook?’Windle lowered his voice. ‘And she might not technically

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WILL BUY EVERYONE A DRINK, he announced.
Later on they taught him a game that consisted of a table with holes and
nets around the edge, and balls carved expertly out of wood, and apparently
balls a foot of the targets they urged on him. He even sent one ricocheting off a nail head and a lamp so that it landed in someone’s beer, which made one of the older men laugh so much he had to be taken outside into the fresh air. They’d called him Good Old Bill.
No-one had ever called him that before.
What a strange evening.
There had been one bad moment, though. He’d heard a small voice say: had to bounceoff one another and into the holes. It was called Pond. He played it well. In fact, he played it perfectly. At the start, hedidn’t know how not to. But after he heard them gasp a few times he corrected himself and started making mistakes with painstaking precision; by the time they taught him darts he was getting really good at them. The more mistakes he made, the more people liked him. So he propelled the little feathery darts with cold skill, never letting one drop within

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Well,’ he said, ‘it’s like this. The Patrician is barricaded in his bedroom on account of the furniture in the palace is zooming around the place like you wouldn’t believe, the cooks won’t even go back in the kitchen on account of what’s happening in there . . .’
The wizards tried not to look at the spear’s head. It was starting to unscrew itself.
‘Anyway,’ the captain went on, oblivious to the faint metallic noises, ‘the Patrician calls through the keyhole, see, and says to me, “Douglas, I wonder if you wouldn’t mind nipping down to the University and asking the head man if he would be so good as to step up here, if he’s not too busy?” But I can always go back and on my foot!’
‘Did it?’ said Ridcully, innocently.
The guard captain hopped up and down.
‘Listen, are you bloody hocus-pocus merchants coming or not?’ he said, between bounces.’The boss is not very happy. Not very happy at all.’
A great formless cloud of Life drifted across the Discworld,tell him you’re engagin’ in a bit of student humour, if you like.’The spearhead was almost off the shaft.to me?’ said the captain suspiciously.‘Hmm? What?’ said the Archchancellor, tearing his eyes away from the spinning metal.’Oh. Yes. Well, I can assure you, my man, that we are not the cause of -‘‘Aargh!’‘Pardon?’‘The spearhead fell