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up, girl,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'It's a chilly night. It'd be good for your chest.'
She squinted at Magrat as the moon drifted out from behind its cloud.
'Here,' stop them disliking them in any way whatsoever.
Hwel patted him on the back as he sat down at the makeup table and started scraping off the thick grey sludge that was intended to make him look like a walking rock.
'Well done,' he said. 'The love scene – just right. And when you turned around and roared at the wizard I shouldn't think there was a dry seat in the house.'
'I know.'she said. 'Your hair looks a bit grubby. It looks as though you haven't washed it for a month.'Magrat burst into tears. The same moon shone down on the otherwise unremarkable town of Rham Nitz, some ninety miles from Lancre.Tomjon left the stage to thunderous applause at the concluding act of The Troll ofAnkh. A hundred people would go home tonight wondering whether trolls were really as bad as they had hitherto thought although, of course, this wouldn't actually
Thursday, 19 March 2009
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Jean Fragonard The Swing
Jean Fragonard The SwingJean Fragonard The Fountain of LoveJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Valencia's PortJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida The Pink RobeJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Port of Valencia
'He's the one that has people's limbs torn off!' said Tomjon.
'How much do you owe him?' said Hwel.
'It's all right,' said Vitoller hurriedly, Tm keeping up the interest payments. More or less.'
'Yes, but how much does he want?'
'An arm and a leg.'
The dwarf and choice.'
Hwel frowned at the table. There were, he had to admit, some nice touches. Three witches was good. Two wouldn't be enough, four would be too many. They could be meddling with the destinies of mankind, and everything. Lots of smoke and green light. You could do a lot with three witches. It was surprising no-one had thought of it before.boy stared at him in horror. 'How could you have been so—''I did it for you two! Tomjon deserves a better stage, he doesn't want to go ruining his health sleeping in lattys and never knowing a home, and you, my man, you need somewhere settled, with all the proper things you ought to have, like trapdoors and . . . wave machines and so forth. You talked me into it, and I thought, they're right. It's no life out on the road, giving two performances a day to a bunch of farmers and going round with a hat afterwards, what sort of future is that? I thought, we've got to get a place somewhere, with comfortable seats for the gentry, people who don't throw potatoes at the stage. I said, blow the cost. I just wanted you to—''All right, all right!' shouted Hwel. 'I'll write it!''I'll act it,' said Tomjon.'I'm not forcing you, mind,' said Vitoller. 'It's your own
'He's the one that has people's limbs torn off!' said Tomjon.
'How much do you owe him?' said Hwel.
'It's all right,' said Vitoller hurriedly, Tm keeping up the interest payments. More or less.'
'Yes, but how much does he want?'
'An arm and a leg.'
The dwarf and choice.'
Hwel frowned at the table. There were, he had to admit, some nice touches. Three witches was good. Two wouldn't be enough, four would be too many. They could be meddling with the destinies of mankind, and everything. Lots of smoke and green light. You could do a lot with three witches. It was surprising no-one had thought of it before.boy stared at him in horror. 'How could you have been so—''I did it for you two! Tomjon deserves a better stage, he doesn't want to go ruining his health sleeping in lattys and never knowing a home, and you, my man, you need somewhere settled, with all the proper things you ought to have, like trapdoors and . . . wave machines and so forth. You talked me into it, and I thought, they're right. It's no life out on the road, giving two performances a day to a bunch of farmers and going round with a hat afterwards, what sort of future is that? I thought, we've got to get a place somewhere, with comfortable seats for the gentry, people who don't throw potatoes at the stage. I said, blow the cost. I just wanted you to—''All right, all right!' shouted Hwel. 'I'll write it!''I'll act it,' said Tomjon.'I'm not forcing you, mind,' said Vitoller. 'It's your own
Monday, 16 March 2009
Thomas Kinkade Home For Christmas
Thomas Kinkade Home For ChristmasThomas Kinkade Elegant Evening at BiltmoreThomas Kinkade DawsonThomas Kinkade CourageThomas Kinkade City by the Bay
Granny looked closer. In the centre of those streaming eyes something else looked back at her.
'I'm going to give you no cause,' she said quietly. 'But it would be better for you if you left this country. Abdicate, or whatever.'
'In favour of whom?' said the duchess icily. 'A witch?'
'I won't,' said the duke.
'What did you say?'
The duke pulled himself upright, brushed some of the dust off his clothes, and looked Granny full in the face. The coldness in the centre of his eyes was larger.
'I said I .
'If you defeat me by magic, magic will rule,' said the duke. 'And you can't do it. And any king raised with your help would be under your power. Hag-ridden, I might say. That which magic rules, magic destroys. It would destroy you, too. You know it. Ha. Ha.'won't,' he said. 'Do you think a bit of simple conjuring would frighten me? I am the king by right of conquest, and you cannot change it. It is as simple as that, witch.'He moved closer.Granny stared at him. She hadn't faced anything like this before. The man was clearly mad, but at the heart of his madness was a dreadful cold sanity, a core of pure interstellar ice in the centre of the furnace. She'd thought him weak under a thin shell of strength, but it went a lot further than that. Somewhere deep inside his mind, somewhere beyond the event horizon of rationality, the sheer pressure of insanity had hammered his madness into something harder than diamond
Granny looked closer. In the centre of those streaming eyes something else looked back at her.
'I'm going to give you no cause,' she said quietly. 'But it would be better for you if you left this country. Abdicate, or whatever.'
'In favour of whom?' said the duchess icily. 'A witch?'
'I won't,' said the duke.
'What did you say?'
The duke pulled himself upright, brushed some of the dust off his clothes, and looked Granny full in the face. The coldness in the centre of his eyes was larger.
'I said I .
'If you defeat me by magic, magic will rule,' said the duke. 'And you can't do it. And any king raised with your help would be under your power. Hag-ridden, I might say. That which magic rules, magic destroys. It would destroy you, too. You know it. Ha. Ha.'won't,' he said. 'Do you think a bit of simple conjuring would frighten me? I am the king by right of conquest, and you cannot change it. It is as simple as that, witch.'He moved closer.Granny stared at him. She hadn't faced anything like this before. The man was clearly mad, but at the heart of his madness was a dreadful cold sanity, a core of pure interstellar ice in the centre of the furnace. She'd thought him weak under a thin shell of strength, but it went a lot further than that. Somewhere deep inside his mind, somewhere beyond the event horizon of rationality, the sheer pressure of insanity had hammered his madness into something harder than diamond
Sunday, 15 March 2009
Guido Reni Salome with the head of St John the Baptist
Guido Reni Salome with the head of St John the BaptistGuido Reni CleopatraGuido Reni Reni CharityFrancois Boucher The Setting of the SunFrancois Boucher The Rest on the Flight into Egypt
Nanny Ogg also kept a cat, a huge one-eyed grey torn called Greebo who divided his time between sleeping, eating and fathering the most enormous incestuous feline tribe. He opened his eye like a yellow window into Hell when he heard Granny's broomstick land awkwardly on the back lawn. With the instinct of his kind he the effect she had tried to plait violets and cowslips in it. The result was not all she had hoped. It gave the impression that a window box had fallen on her head.
'Good evening,' said Granny.
'Well met by moonlight,' said Magrat politely. 'Merry meet. A star shines on—'
'Wotcha,' said Nanny Ogg. Magrat winced.
Granny sat down and started removing the pins that nailed her tall hat to her bun. Finally the sight of Magrat dawned on her.recognised Granny as an inveterate cat-hater and oozed gently under a chair.Magrat was already seated primly by the fire.It is one of the few unbendable rules of magic that its practitioners cannot change their own appearance for any length of time. Their bodies develop a kind of morphic inertia and gradually return to their original shape. But Magrat tried. Every morning her hair was long, thick and blond, but by the evening it had always returned to its normal worried frizz. To ameliorate
Nanny Ogg also kept a cat, a huge one-eyed grey torn called Greebo who divided his time between sleeping, eating and fathering the most enormous incestuous feline tribe. He opened his eye like a yellow window into Hell when he heard Granny's broomstick land awkwardly on the back lawn. With the instinct of his kind he the effect she had tried to plait violets and cowslips in it. The result was not all she had hoped. It gave the impression that a window box had fallen on her head.
'Good evening,' said Granny.
'Well met by moonlight,' said Magrat politely. 'Merry meet. A star shines on—'
'Wotcha,' said Nanny Ogg. Magrat winced.
Granny sat down and started removing the pins that nailed her tall hat to her bun. Finally the sight of Magrat dawned on her.recognised Granny as an inveterate cat-hater and oozed gently under a chair.Magrat was already seated primly by the fire.It is one of the few unbendable rules of magic that its practitioners cannot change their own appearance for any length of time. Their bodies develop a kind of morphic inertia and gradually return to their original shape. But Magrat tried. Every morning her hair was long, thick and blond, but by the evening it had always returned to its normal worried frizz. To ameliorate
Thursday, 12 March 2009
Leroy Neiman Washington Square Park
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you think something bad has happened to him?'
He gave her a blank look. 'Don't be bloody stupid,' he said, 'he's Death.' He scratched his skin. He felt hot and dry and way.'
Mort dragged on his breeches, shrugged into his shirt and hurried out towards Death's study with Ysabell on his heels. Albert was in there, jumping from foot to foot like a duck on a griddle. When Mort came in the look on the old man's face could almost have been gratitude.
Mort saw with amazement that there were tears in his eyes.itchy.'But he's never been away this long! Not even when there was that big plague in Pseudopolis! I mean, he has to be here in the mornings to do the books and work out the nodes and —'Mort grabbed her arms. 'All right, all right,' he said, as soothingly as he could manage. 'I'm sure everything's okay. Just settle down, I'll go and check . . . why have you got your eyes shut?''Mort, please put some clothes on,' said Ysabell in a tight little voice.Mort looked down.'Sorry,' he said meekly, 'I didn't realise . . . Who put me to bed?''I did,' she said. 'But I looked the other
you think something bad has happened to him?'
He gave her a blank look. 'Don't be bloody stupid,' he said, 'he's Death.' He scratched his skin. He felt hot and dry and way.'
Mort dragged on his breeches, shrugged into his shirt and hurried out towards Death's study with Ysabell on his heels. Albert was in there, jumping from foot to foot like a duck on a griddle. When Mort came in the look on the old man's face could almost have been gratitude.
Mort saw with amazement that there were tears in his eyes.itchy.'But he's never been away this long! Not even when there was that big plague in Pseudopolis! I mean, he has to be here in the mornings to do the books and work out the nodes and —'Mort grabbed her arms. 'All right, all right,' he said, as soothingly as he could manage. 'I'm sure everything's okay. Just settle down, I'll go and check . . . why have you got your eyes shut?''Mort, please put some clothes on,' said Ysabell in a tight little voice.Mort looked down.'Sorry,' he said meekly, 'I didn't realise . . . Who put me to bed?''I did,' she said. 'But I looked the other
William Blake Songs of Innocence
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'Without vertically, wisely the cochineal emperor goes forth at teatime; at evening the mollusc is silent among the almond blossom.'
'Yes?' said Keli, 'Look, take another card.'
'This one's Death as well,' said Keli.
'Did you put the other one back?'
'No. Shall I take another card?'respectfully. 'What does that mean?''Unless you're a mollusc, probably not a lot,' said Cutwell. 'I think perhaps it lost something in translation.''Are you sure you know how to do this?''Let's try the cards,' said Cutwell hurriedly, fanning them out. 'Pick a card. Any card.''It's Death,'said Keli.'Ah. Well. Of course, the Death card doesn't actually mean death in all circumstances,' Cutwell said quickly.'You mean, it doesn't mean death in those circumstances where the subject is getting over-excited and you're too embarrassed to tell the truth, hmm?'
'Without vertically, wisely the cochineal emperor goes forth at teatime; at evening the mollusc is silent among the almond blossom.'
'Yes?' said Keli, 'Look, take another card.'
'This one's Death as well,' said Keli.
'Did you put the other one back?'
'No. Shall I take another card?'respectfully. 'What does that mean?''Unless you're a mollusc, probably not a lot,' said Cutwell. 'I think perhaps it lost something in translation.''Are you sure you know how to do this?''Let's try the cards,' said Cutwell hurriedly, fanning them out. 'Pick a card. Any card.''It's Death,'said Keli.'Ah. Well. Of course, the Death card doesn't actually mean death in all circumstances,' Cutwell said quickly.'You mean, it doesn't mean death in those circumstances where the subject is getting over-excited and you're too embarrassed to tell the truth, hmm?'
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Marc Chagall The Fiddler
Marc Chagall The FiddlerPaul Gauguin AreareaGeorges Seurat Sunday Afternoon on the Island of la Grande Jatte
walk away.
Mort a lectern, poring over a map. He looked at Mort as if he wasn't entirely there.
YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF THE BAY OF MANTE, HAVE YOU? he said.
'No, sir,' said Mort. FAMOUS SHIPWRECK THERE.
'Was there?'
THERE WILL BE, said Death, IF I CAN FIND THE DAMN PLACE.worked steadily through the sixteenths, eighths, quarters and thirds, wheeling the barrow out through the yard to the heap by the apple tree.Death's , neat and well-tended. It was also very, very black. The grass was black. The flowers were black. Black apples gleamed among the black leaves of a black apple tree. Even the air looked inky.Alter a while Mort thought he could see – no, he couldn't possibly imagine he could see . . . different colours of black.That's to say, not simply very dark tones of red and green and whatever, but real shades of black. A whole spectrum of colours, all different and all – well, black. He tipped out the last load, put the barrow away, and went back to the house.ENTER.Death was standing behind
walk away.
Mort a lectern, poring over a map. He looked at Mort as if he wasn't entirely there.
YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF THE BAY OF MANTE, HAVE YOU? he said.
'No, sir,' said Mort. FAMOUS SHIPWRECK THERE.
'Was there?'
THERE WILL BE, said Death, IF I CAN FIND THE DAMN PLACE.worked steadily through the sixteenths, eighths, quarters and thirds, wheeling the barrow out through the yard to the heap by the apple tree.Death's , neat and well-tended. It was also very, very black. The grass was black. The flowers were black. Black apples gleamed among the black leaves of a black apple tree. Even the air looked inky.Alter a while Mort thought he could see – no, he couldn't possibly imagine he could see . . . different colours of black.That's to say, not simply very dark tones of red and green and whatever, but real shades of black. A whole spectrum of colours, all different and all – well, black. He tipped out the last load, put the barrow away, and went back to the house.ENTER.Death was standing behind
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