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course. I'm so sorry."
"For the look of the thing, you see," said Cutangle apologetically. He pushed the door open.
The Library was full of wizards, who care about their books in the same way that ants care about their eggs and in time of difficulty carry them around in much the same way. The water was getting in even here, and turning up in "Ook," it explained, "ooook."
"I expect so," said Cutangle shortly, and grabbed the nearest wizard, who was tottering under the weight of a dozen grimoires. The man stared at him as if he was a ghost, looked sideways at Granny, and dropped the books on the floor. The librarian winced.
"Archchancellor?" gasped the wizard, "you're alive? I mean -we heard you'd been rather odd places because of the Library's strange gravitational effects. All the lower shelves had been cleared and relays of wizards and students were piling the volumes on every available table and dry shelf. The air was full of the sound of angry rustling pages, which almost drowned out the distant fury of the storm. This was obviously upsetting the librarian, who was scurrying from wizard to wizard, tugging ineffectually at their robes and shouting "ook". He spotted Cutangle and knuckled rapidly towards him. Granny had never seen an orang-outan before, but wasn't about to admit it, and remained quite calm in the face of a small potbellied man with extremely long arms and a size IZ skin on a size 8 body.
Monday, 9 March 2009
Henri Matisse The Green Line
Henri Matisse The Green LineHenri Matisse Red FishHenri Matisse Pink Nude
on to a stack of old barrels, a quick scramble down the slippery wood, and she was trotting easily across the inn yard.
As she kicked up the street mists she could hear the sounds of argument coming from the Riddle.
Skiller rushed past his wife and laid a hand on the tap of the nearest barrel. He paused, and then wrenched it open.
The smell "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," said Mrs Skiller briskly.
"No, I suppose not."
He followed her reluctantly out of the darkened bar-room. It seemed to him that perhaps wizards didn't have such a bad life, at that.of peach brandy filled the room, sharp as knives. He shut off the flow and relaxed. "Afraid it would turn into something nasty?" asked his wife. He nodded. "If you hadn't been so clumsy -"she began. "I tell you it bit me!" "You could have been a wizard and we wouldn't have to bother with all this. Have you got no ambition?" Skiller shook his head. "I reckon it takes more than a staff to make a wizard," he said. "Anyway, I heard where it said wizards aren't allowed to get married, they're not even allowed to -" He hesitated. "To what? Allowed to what?" Skiller writhed. "Well. You know. Thing."
on to a stack of old barrels, a quick scramble down the slippery wood, and she was trotting easily across the inn yard.
As she kicked up the street mists she could hear the sounds of argument coming from the Riddle.
Skiller rushed past his wife and laid a hand on the tap of the nearest barrel. He paused, and then wrenched it open.
The smell "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," said Mrs Skiller briskly.
"No, I suppose not."
He followed her reluctantly out of the darkened bar-room. It seemed to him that perhaps wizards didn't have such a bad life, at that.of peach brandy filled the room, sharp as knives. He shut off the flow and relaxed. "Afraid it would turn into something nasty?" asked his wife. He nodded. "If you hadn't been so clumsy -"she began. "I tell you it bit me!" "You could have been a wizard and we wouldn't have to bother with all this. Have you got no ambition?" Skiller shook his head. "I reckon it takes more than a staff to make a wizard," he said. "Anyway, I heard where it said wizards aren't allowed to get married, they're not even allowed to -" He hesitated. "To what? Allowed to what?" Skiller writhed. "Well. You know. Thing."
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Edward Hopper Hotel Room
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that it?' said Cohen. There was a general muttering from the crowd, and several of the star people were looking angrily at Rincewind.
The wizard stared Wearily at Cohen.
'I suppose so,' he said.
'But nothing's happened.'
Rincewind looked blankly at the Octavo.
'Maybe it has a It hadn't rushed to Twoflower's aid. It was standing in front of Rincewind, who was clutching the Octavo to his chest like a hot-water bottle and looking frantic.
A star man lunged at him. The Luggage raised its lid threateningly.subtle effect?' he said hopefully. 'After all, we don't know exactly what is supposed to happen.''We knew it!' shouted one of the star people. 'Magic doesn't work! It's all illusion!'A stone looped over the roof and hit Rincewind on the shoulder.'Yeah,' said another star person. 'Let's get him!''Let's throw him off the tower!''Yeah, let's get him and throw him off the tower!'The crowd surged forward. Twoflower held up his hands.'I'm sure there's just been a slight mistake—' he began, before his legs were kicked from underneath him.'Oh bugger,' said Cohen, dropping his dogend and grinding it under a sandalled foot. He drew his sword and looked around for the Luggage.
that it?' said Cohen. There was a general muttering from the crowd, and several of the star people were looking angrily at Rincewind.
The wizard stared Wearily at Cohen.
'I suppose so,' he said.
'But nothing's happened.'
Rincewind looked blankly at the Octavo.
'Maybe it has a It hadn't rushed to Twoflower's aid. It was standing in front of Rincewind, who was clutching the Octavo to his chest like a hot-water bottle and looking frantic.
A star man lunged at him. The Luggage raised its lid threateningly.subtle effect?' he said hopefully. 'After all, we don't know exactly what is supposed to happen.''We knew it!' shouted one of the star people. 'Magic doesn't work! It's all illusion!'A stone looped over the roof and hit Rincewind on the shoulder.'Yeah,' said another star person. 'Let's get him!''Let's throw him off the tower!''Yeah, let's get him and throw him off the tower!'The crowd surged forward. Twoflower held up his hands.'I'm sure there's just been a slight mistake—' he began, before his legs were kicked from underneath him.'Oh bugger,' said Cohen, dropping his dogend and grinding it under a sandalled foot. He drew his sword and looked around for the Luggage.
Juan Gris Portrait of Josette Gris
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' he said. 'I've been looking forward to something like this ever since I came here. I mean, this is an adventure, isn't it? Alone against the gods, that sort of thing?'
Rincewind opened and shut his mouth for a few seconds before the right words managed to come out.
'Can you use a sword?' he said weakly.
'I don't know. I've never tried.'
'You're mad!'
Twoflower looked at him with his head on one side. 'You're a fine one to talk,' he said. 'I'm here because I don't know The light flared and went out. The terrible noises died as if strangled.
Silence filled the tower; one of those heavy, pressing silences.
'It's stopped,' said Twoflower.
Something moved, high up against the circle of red sky. It fell slowly
' he said. 'I've been looking forward to something like this ever since I came here. I mean, this is an adventure, isn't it? Alone against the gods, that sort of thing?'
Rincewind opened and shut his mouth for a few seconds before the right words managed to come out.
'Can you use a sword?' he said weakly.
'I don't know. I've never tried.'
'You're mad!'
Twoflower looked at him with his head on one side. 'You're a fine one to talk,' he said. 'I'm here because I don't know The light flared and went out. The terrible noises died as if strangled.
Silence filled the tower; one of those heavy, pressing silences.
'It's stopped,' said Twoflower.
Something moved, high up against the circle of red sky. It fell slowly
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Jack Vettriano Picnic Party
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only other female profession generally available.
So she'd become a swordswoman and had been a good one, amassing a modest fortune that she was carefully husbanding for a future that she hadn't quite worked out yet but which would certainly include a bidet if she had anything to say about it.
There was a distant sound of splintering timber. Trolls had never seen the point of walking around trees.
She looked up at the hill again. Two arms of high ground swept away to right and left, and up ahead was a large outcrop ,' she said. Trolls don't like fire.'
He gave her a look which suggested he had his own ideas about who should be giving the orders, but his lips said, 'You're the boss.'
'Right.'
Herrena looked back at the three captives. That was the box all right – Trymon's description with – she squinted – some caves in it?Troll caves. But maybe a better option than blundering around at night. And come sunup, there'd be no problem.She leaned across to Gancia, leader of the gang of Morpork mercenaries. She wasn't very happy about him. It was true that he had the muscles of an ox and the tamina of an ox, the trouble was that he seemed to have the brains of an ox. And the viciousness of a ferret. Like most of the lads in downtown Morpork he'd have cheerfully sold his granny for glue, and probably had.'We'll head for the caves and light a big fire in the entrance
only other female profession generally available.
So she'd become a swordswoman and had been a good one, amassing a modest fortune that she was carefully husbanding for a future that she hadn't quite worked out yet but which would certainly include a bidet if she had anything to say about it.
There was a distant sound of splintering timber. Trolls had never seen the point of walking around trees.
She looked up at the hill again. Two arms of high ground swept away to right and left, and up ahead was a large outcrop ,' she said. Trolls don't like fire.'
He gave her a look which suggested he had his own ideas about who should be giving the orders, but his lips said, 'You're the boss.'
'Right.'
Herrena looked back at the three captives. That was the box all right – Trymon's description with – she squinted – some caves in it?Troll caves. But maybe a better option than blundering around at night. And come sunup, there'd be no problem.She leaned across to Gancia, leader of the gang of Morpork mercenaries. She wasn't very happy about him. It was true that he had the muscles of an ox and the tamina of an ox, the trouble was that he seemed to have the brains of an ox. And the viciousness of a ferret. Like most of the lads in downtown Morpork he'd have cheerfully sold his granny for glue, and probably had.'We'll head for the caves and light a big fire in the entrance
Monday, 2 March 2009
Edward Hopper Railroad Crossing
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first snowstorms of winter were raging, and in fact there was a suspiciously heavy covering of cloud over most of the Disc. And yet, from far above and by the silver light of the discworld's tiny moon, it presented one of the most beautiful sights in the multiverse.
Great streamers of cloud, hundreds of miles along, swirled from the waterfall at the Rim to the mountains of the Hub. In the cold crystal silence the huge white spiral glittered frostily under the stars, imperceptibly turning, very much as though God had poured the cream in.
Nothing became the first two people on the Disc to see what the future held.
A thousand miles behind them the Hub mountain of Cori Celesti stabbed the sky and cast a knife-bright shadow across the broiling clouds, so that Gods ought to have noticed too – but the Gods don't normally look at the sky and in any case were engaged in litigation with the Ice disturbed the glowing scene, which —Something small and distant broke through the cloud layer, trailing shreds of vapour. In the stratospheric calm the sounds of bickering came sharp and clear.'You said you could fly one of these things!''No I didn't; I just said you couldn't!''But I've never been on one before!''What a coincidence!''Anyway, you said— look at the sky!''No I didn't!''What's happened to the stars?'And so it was that Rincewind and Twoflower
first snowstorms of winter were raging, and in fact there was a suspiciously heavy covering of cloud over most of the Disc. And yet, from far above and by the silver light of the discworld's tiny moon, it presented one of the most beautiful sights in the multiverse.
Great streamers of cloud, hundreds of miles along, swirled from the waterfall at the Rim to the mountains of the Hub. In the cold crystal silence the huge white spiral glittered frostily under the stars, imperceptibly turning, very much as though God had poured the cream in.
Nothing became the first two people on the Disc to see what the future held.
A thousand miles behind them the Hub mountain of Cori Celesti stabbed the sky and cast a knife-bright shadow across the broiling clouds, so that Gods ought to have noticed too – but the Gods don't normally look at the sky and in any case were engaged in litigation with the Ice disturbed the glowing scene, which —Something small and distant broke through the cloud layer, trailing shreds of vapour. In the stratospheric calm the sounds of bickering came sharp and clear.'You said you could fly one of these things!''No I didn't; I just said you couldn't!''But I've never been on one before!''What a coincidence!''Anyway, you said— look at the sky!''No I didn't!''What's happened to the stars?'And so it was that Rincewind and Twoflower
Sunday, 1 March 2009
George Bellows Polo Crowd
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There will be a short period of mourning, as befits a master craftsman," he said. He watched a bluebottle alight on one golden eye and fly away puzzled... "That would seem to be long enough," said the Arch-astronomer, and beckoned a couple of slaves to carry the corpse away.
"Are the chelonauts ready?" he asked.
The master launchcontroller hustled forward.
"Indeed, your prominence," he said.
"The correct prayers are being intoned?
"Quite so, ," concluded the Arch-astronomer, "is to find the appropriate sacrifice."
The master launchcontroller bowed.
"The ocean shall provide," he said.
The old man smiled. it always does," he said.
"If only you could navigate"
"If only you could steer-"your prominence.""How long to the doorway?""The launch window," corrected the master launchcontroller carefully. "Three days, your prominence. Great A'Tuin's tail will be in an unmatched position.""Then all that remains
There will be a short period of mourning, as befits a master craftsman," he said. He watched a bluebottle alight on one golden eye and fly away puzzled... "That would seem to be long enough," said the Arch-astronomer, and beckoned a couple of slaves to carry the corpse away.
"Are the chelonauts ready?" he asked.
The master launchcontroller hustled forward.
"Indeed, your prominence," he said.
"The correct prayers are being intoned?
"Quite so, ," concluded the Arch-astronomer, "is to find the appropriate sacrifice."
The master launchcontroller bowed.
"The ocean shall provide," he said.
The old man smiled. it always does," he said.
"If only you could navigate"
"If only you could steer-"your prominence.""How long to the doorway?""The launch window," corrected the master launchcontroller carefully. "Three days, your prominence. Great A'Tuin's tail will be in an unmatched position.""Then all that remains
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