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their long and rather dirty hair blowing in the wind -
'With split ends, I expect?' said Rincewind sourly.
'Are you trying to be funny?'
'Me?'
'And here's me without a weapon,' said Conina, sweeping back across the deck. 'I bet there isn't a decent sword anywhere on'But I'm not an Archchancellor!' said Rincewind. 'I mean, I've heard of cool-headed, but-’
I need to use your eyes. Now put me on. On your head.
'Um.'
Trust me.
Rincewind couldn't disobey. He gingerly removed his battered grey hat, looked longingly
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Leda 1530
Leonardo da Vinci Leda 1530Leonardo da Vinci Lady With An ErmineThomas Kinkade End of a Perfect Day
the guards raised a crossbow. The Librarian, sitting hunched over his drink, reached out a lazy arm like two broom handles strung with elastic and slapped him backwards. The bolt rebounded from the star on on his knees, enjoying a quiet drink. Occasionally the sound of breaking furniture would make him wince.
The last thing Rincewind saw before he was dragged away was the Librarian. Despite looking like a hairy rubber sack full of water, the orang-utan had the weight and reach of any man in the room and was currently sitting on a guard's shoulders and trying, with reasonable success, to unscrew his head.
Of more concern to Rincewind was the fact that he was being dragged upstairs.Rincewind's hat and hit the wall by a respected procurer who was sitting two tables away. His bodyguards threw another knife which just missed a thief across the room, who picked up a bench and hit two guards, who struck out at the nearest drinkers. After that one thing sort of led to another and pretty soon everyone was fighting to get something - either away, out or even.Rincewind found himself pulled relentlessly behind the bar. The landlord was sitting on his moneybags under the counter with two machetes crossed
the guards raised a crossbow. The Librarian, sitting hunched over his drink, reached out a lazy arm like two broom handles strung with elastic and slapped him backwards. The bolt rebounded from the star on on his knees, enjoying a quiet drink. Occasionally the sound of breaking furniture would make him wince.
The last thing Rincewind saw before he was dragged away was the Librarian. Despite looking like a hairy rubber sack full of water, the orang-utan had the weight and reach of any man in the room and was currently sitting on a guard's shoulders and trying, with reasonable success, to unscrew his head.
Of more concern to Rincewind was the fact that he was being dragged upstairs.Rincewind's hat and hit the wall by a respected procurer who was sitting two tables away. His bodyguards threw another knife which just missed a thief across the room, who picked up a bench and hit two guards, who struck out at the nearest drinkers. After that one thing sort of led to another and pretty soon everyone was fighting to get something - either away, out or even.Rincewind found himself pulled relentlessly behind the bar. The landlord was sitting on his moneybags under the counter with two machetes crossed
Monday, 6 April 2009
Paul Gauguin Two Tahitian Women
Paul Gauguin Two Tahitian WomenPaul Gauguin The White HorsePaul Gauguin The Siesta
useless. No-one will know what you mean.’
‘I’ll work on it,’ said the Dean.
He noticed Ludmilla standing with her mouth open.
‘This is wizard talk,’ he said.
‘It is, isn’t mind, but he felt instinctively that
there were all sorts of uses for a wire basket on four wheels. ‘Are we going or are we standin’ around all night bandagin’ our heads?’ he said.
‘Yo!’ snapped the Dean.
‘Yo?’ said Reg Shoe.
‘Oook!’ it,’ said Ludmilla. ‘I never would have guessed.’The Archchancellor had got out of the trolley and was wheeling it experimentally back and forth. It usually took quite a long time for a fresh idea to fully lodge in Ridcully’s
useless. No-one will know what you mean.’
‘I’ll work on it,’ said the Dean.
He noticed Ludmilla standing with her mouth open.
‘This is wizard talk,’ he said.
‘It is, isn’t mind, but he felt instinctively that
there were all sorts of uses for a wire basket on four wheels. ‘Are we going or are we standin’ around all night bandagin’ our heads?’ he said.
‘Yo!’ snapped the Dean.
‘Yo?’ said Reg Shoe.
‘Oook!’ it,’ said Ludmilla. ‘I never would have guessed.’The Archchancellor had got out of the trolley and was wheeling it experimentally back and forth. It usually took quite a long time for a fresh idea to fully lodge in Ridcully’s
Thomas Kinkade Pools of Serenity
Thomas Kinkade Pools of SerenityThomas Kinkade Make a Wish Cottage 2Thomas Kinkade Home For Christmas
later two others would trundle over their stricken sibling.
Around the Dean trolleys were being splashed into metal droplets. ‘He’s really getting the hang of it, isn’t he?’ said the Senior Wrangler, as he and the Bursar levered yet another basket on to its back. ‘He’s certainly saying Yo a lot, ‘ said the Bursar. The Dean himself didn’t know when he’d been happier. For sixty years vermine who, when faced with a cliff edge, squeaked the rodent equivalent of Blow that for a Game of Soldiers. Vermine now abseil down cliffs, and build small boats to cross lakes. When their rush leads them to the seashore they sit around avoiding one another’s gaze for a while, and then leave early to get home before the rush.he’d been obeying all the self-regulating rules of wizardry, and suddenly he was having the time of his life. He’d never realised that, deep down inside, what he really wanted to do was make things go splat.Fire leapt from the tip of his staff. Handles and bits of wire and pathetically spinning wheels tinkled down around him. And what made it even better was that there was no end to the targets. A second wave of trolleys, crammed into a tighter space, was trying to advance over the tops of those still in actual contact with the ground. It wasn’t working, but they were trying anyway. And trying desperately, because a millennia more and more vermine were descendants of those
later two others would trundle over their stricken sibling.
Around the Dean trolleys were being splashed into metal droplets. ‘He’s really getting the hang of it, isn’t he?’ said the Senior Wrangler, as he and the Bursar levered yet another basket on to its back. ‘He’s certainly saying Yo a lot, ‘ said the Bursar. The Dean himself didn’t know when he’d been happier. For sixty years vermine who, when faced with a cliff edge, squeaked the rodent equivalent of Blow that for a Game of Soldiers. Vermine now abseil down cliffs, and build small boats to cross lakes. When their rush leads them to the seashore they sit around avoiding one another’s gaze for a while, and then leave early to get home before the rush.he’d been obeying all the self-regulating rules of wizardry, and suddenly he was having the time of his life. He’d never realised that, deep down inside, what he really wanted to do was make things go splat.Fire leapt from the tip of his staff. Handles and bits of wire and pathetically spinning wheels tinkled down around him. And what made it even better was that there was no end to the targets. A second wave of trolleys, crammed into a tighter space, was trying to advance over the tops of those still in actual contact with the ground. It wasn’t working, but they were trying anyway. And trying desperately, because a millennia more and more vermine were descendants of those
Thursday, 2 April 2009
Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son
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pulled it open just enough to slip inside.
‘Mr Door?’
There was a rustle in the hay, and then an alert silence.
MISS FLITWORTH?
‘Did you call out? I’m sure I heard someone shout my name.’ There was another rustle, and Bill Door’s head appeared over the edge of the loft.
MISS FLITWORTH.
‘Yes. Who did you expect? Are you all right?’
ER. YES. porridge into a bowl in front of him. and drowned it with cream. Finally, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He didn’t know how to ask the questions, but he really needed the answers.
MISS FLITWORTH?
‘Yes?’
WHAT IS IT . . . IN THE NIGHT . . . WHEN YOU SEE THINGS,YES, I BELIEVE SO.‘You sure you’re all right? You woke up Cyril.’YES. YES. IT WAS JUST A - I THOUGHT THAT - YES.She blew out the candle. There was already enough pre-dawn light to see by.‘Well, if you’re sure . . . Now I’m up I may as well put the porridge on.’ Bill Door lay back on the hay until he felt he could trust his legs to carry him, and then climbed down and tottered across the yard to the farmhouse. He said nothing while she ladled
pulled it open just enough to slip inside.
‘Mr Door?’
There was a rustle in the hay, and then an alert silence.
MISS FLITWORTH?
‘Did you call out? I’m sure I heard someone shout my name.’ There was another rustle, and Bill Door’s head appeared over the edge of the loft.
MISS FLITWORTH.
‘Yes. Who did you expect? Are you all right?’
ER. YES. porridge into a bowl in front of him. and drowned it with cream. Finally, he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He didn’t know how to ask the questions, but he really needed the answers.
MISS FLITWORTH?
‘Yes?’
WHAT IS IT . . . IN THE NIGHT . . . WHEN YOU SEE THINGS,YES, I BELIEVE SO.‘You sure you’re all right? You woke up Cyril.’YES. YES. IT WAS JUST A - I THOUGHT THAT - YES.She blew out the candle. There was already enough pre-dawn light to see by.‘Well, if you’re sure . . . Now I’m up I may as well put the porridge on.’ Bill Door lay back on the hay until he felt he could trust his legs to carry him, and then climbed down and tottered across the yard to the farmhouse. He said nothing while she ladled
Bartolome Esteban Murillo Madonna and Child
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to make some money and impress dad, because dad was against -‘ She picked up the poker and gave the fire a more That’s what I’ve always said,’ she said.’And do you know what, Bill Door? Do you know what I thought?’
NO, MISS FLITWORTH.
‘It was the day before we were going to be wed, like I said. And then one of his pack ponies came back by itself and then the men went and found the avalanche . . . and you know what I thought? I thought, that’s ridiculous. That’s stupid. Terrible, isn’t it? Oh, I thought other things afterwardsferocious jab than it deserved.‘Anyway, some folk said he ran away to Farferee or Ankh-Morpork or somewhere, but I know he wouldn’t have done something like that.’ The penetrating look she gave Bill Door nailed him to the chair.He felt quite proud of himself for spotting the question within the question.MISS FLITWORTH, THE MOUNTAINS CAN BE VERY TREACHEROUS IN THE WINTER.She looked relieved. ‘
to make some money and impress dad, because dad was against -‘ She picked up the poker and gave the fire a more That’s what I’ve always said,’ she said.’And do you know what, Bill Door? Do you know what I thought?’
NO, MISS FLITWORTH.
‘It was the day before we were going to be wed, like I said. And then one of his pack ponies came back by itself and then the men went and found the avalanche . . . and you know what I thought? I thought, that’s ridiculous. That’s stupid. Terrible, isn’t it? Oh, I thought other things afterwardsferocious jab than it deserved.‘Anyway, some folk said he ran away to Farferee or Ankh-Morpork or somewhere, but I know he wouldn’t have done something like that.’ The penetrating look she gave Bill Door nailed him to the chair.He felt quite proud of himself for spotting the question within the question.MISS FLITWORTH, THE MOUNTAINS CAN BE VERY TREACHEROUS IN THE WINTER.She looked relieved. ‘
Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Thomas Kinkade Living Waters
Thomas Kinkade Living WatersThomas Kinkade La Jolla CoveThomas Kinkade Hometown ChristmasThomas Kinkade Footprints in the sandThomas Kinkade Fisherman's Wharf
Sergeant Colon heard the wizard slowly climb the stairs, swearing under his breath.
Windle Poons reached the top of the bridge again. He was soaked. ‘You want to go and get changed,’ Sergeant Colon volunteered.’You could catch your death, standing around like that.’
‘Hah!’
‘Get your feet in front of a roaring fire, that’s what I’d do.’
‘Hah!’
Sergeant_
l It is true that the undead cannot cross running water. However, the naturally turbid river Ankh, already heavy with the mud of the plains, does not, after having passed through the city (pop. 1,000,000) necessarily qualify under the term “running” or, for that matter, “water”.
Colon looked at Windle Poons in his own private puddle. ‘You been trying some special kind of underwater magic, y’honour?’ he ventured.‘Not exactly, officer.’‘I’ve always wondered about what it’s like under water,’ said Sergeant Colon, encouragingly.’The myst’ries of the deep, strange and wonderful creatures . . . my mum told me a tale once, about this little boy what turned into a mermaid, well, not a mermaid, and he had all these adventures under the s -‘
Sergeant Colon heard the wizard slowly climb the stairs, swearing under his breath.
Windle Poons reached the top of the bridge again. He was soaked. ‘You want to go and get changed,’ Sergeant Colon volunteered.’You could catch your death, standing around like that.’
‘Hah!’
‘Get your feet in front of a roaring fire, that’s what I’d do.’
‘Hah!’
Sergeant_
l It is true that the undead cannot cross running water. However, the naturally turbid river Ankh, already heavy with the mud of the plains, does not, after having passed through the city (pop. 1,000,000) necessarily qualify under the term “running” or, for that matter, “water”.
Colon looked at Windle Poons in his own private puddle. ‘You been trying some special kind of underwater magic, y’honour?’ he ventured.‘Not exactly, officer.’‘I’ve always wondered about what it’s like under water,’ said Sergeant Colon, encouragingly.’The myst’ries of the deep, strange and wonderful creatures . . . my mum told me a tale once, about this little boy what turned into a mermaid, well, not a mermaid, and he had all these adventures under the s -‘
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