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hand out of her apron pocket, and held up a horseshoe.
Casanunda heard scuffles around him, as the hidden elves fought to get out of the way More steam hissed up as a brazier of hot stones was overturned.
“Take it away!”
“I’ll take it away when I go,” said Nanny. “Now you lis-ten to me. She’s making trouble again. You’ve got to put a stop to
day. Who knows? One day. Everyone needs ‘one day.’ But it
ain’t today. D’you see? So you come on out and balance
things up. Otherwise, this is what I’ll do. I’ll get ‘em to dig
into the Long Man with iron shovels, y’see, and they’ll say,
why, it’s just an old earthworks, and pensioned-off wizards
and priests with nothin’ better to do will pick over the heaps
and write dull old books about burial traditions and such-it. Fair’s fair. We’re not having all the Old Trouble again.”“Why should I do that?”“You want her to be powerful, then?”There was a snort.“You can’t ever rule again, back in the world,” said Nanny. “There’s too much music. There’s too much iron.”“Iron rusts.”“Not the iron in the head.”The King snorted.“Nevertheless ... even that. .. one day ...”“One day.” Nanny nodded. “Yes. I’ll drink to that. One
Friday, April 24, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Alphonse Maria Mucha North Star
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“You haven’t changed a bit, Esme.”
“Nor have you, then. You’re still a rotten liar, Mustrum
Ridcully”
They walked toward one another. The Librarian shuttled between them with a tray of meringues. Behind them, Ponder Stibbons groveled on the floor for a spilled bottle of dried frog pills.
“Well, well,” said Ridcully.
“Fancy “Nine stones, then.”
“Hmm . . . should be about right . . . three miles hub-ward . . . you’ll feel a slight lurch to the left, nothing to worry about...”
In a lightning movement, he grabbed her hand. He felt young and light-headed. The wizards back at the University would have been astonished.
“Let me take you away from all this.”that.”“Small world.”“Yes indeed.”“You’re you and I’m me. Amazing. And it’s here and now.”“Yes, but then was then.”“I sent you a lot of letters,” said Ridcully“Never got ‘em.”There was a glint in Ridcully’s eye.“That’s odd. And there was me putting all those destina-tion spells on them too,” he said. He gave her a critical up-and-down glance. “How much do you weigh, Esme? Not a spare ounce on you, I’ll be bound.”“What do you want to know for?”“Indulge an old man.”
“You haven’t changed a bit, Esme.”
“Nor have you, then. You’re still a rotten liar, Mustrum
Ridcully”
They walked toward one another. The Librarian shuttled between them with a tray of meringues. Behind them, Ponder Stibbons groveled on the floor for a spilled bottle of dried frog pills.
“Well, well,” said Ridcully.
“Fancy “Nine stones, then.”
“Hmm . . . should be about right . . . three miles hub-ward . . . you’ll feel a slight lurch to the left, nothing to worry about...”
In a lightning movement, he grabbed her hand. He felt young and light-headed. The wizards back at the University would have been astonished.
“Let me take you away from all this.”that.”“Small world.”“Yes indeed.”“You’re you and I’m me. Amazing. And it’s here and now.”“Yes, but then was then.”“I sent you a lot of letters,” said Ridcully“Never got ‘em.”There was a glint in Ridcully’s eye.“That’s odd. And there was me putting all those destina-tion spells on them too,” he said. He gave her a critical up-and-down glance. “How much do you weigh, Esme? Not a spare ounce on you, I’ll be bound.”“What do you want to know for?”“Indulge an old man.”
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Cao Yong SUMMER BREEZE
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, but you could just be saying that—“
“Let us in right now, Shawn Ogg.”
Shawn saluted, slightly stunning himself with the butt of his spear.
“Right you it up to now.”
Magrat had thought this sort of thing was just a joke, but it was true. The castle’s Great Hall had one long, one very long dining table, and she and Verence sat at either end of it.
It was all to do with etiquette.
The king had to sit at the head of the table. That was obvious. But if she sat on one side of him it made them both uneasy, because they had to keep turning to talk to each other. Opposite ends and shouting was the only way.
Then there was the logistics of the sideboard. Again, the easy option—them just going are. Mistress Weatherwax.”His round, honest face disappeared from view. After a minute or two they heard the creaking of the portcullis.122(.ORD6 ft^O Lft0/£6“How did you do that?” said Nanny Ogg.“Simple,” said Granny. “He knows you wouldn’t make his daft head explode.”“Well, I know you wouldn’t, too.”“No you don’t. You just know I ain’t done
, but you could just be saying that—“
“Let us in right now, Shawn Ogg.”
Shawn saluted, slightly stunning himself with the butt of his spear.
“Right you it up to now.”
Magrat had thought this sort of thing was just a joke, but it was true. The castle’s Great Hall had one long, one very long dining table, and she and Verence sat at either end of it.
It was all to do with etiquette.
The king had to sit at the head of the table. That was obvious. But if she sat on one side of him it made them both uneasy, because they had to keep turning to talk to each other. Opposite ends and shouting was the only way.
Then there was the logistics of the sideboard. Again, the easy option—them just going are. Mistress Weatherwax.”His round, honest face disappeared from view. After a minute or two they heard the creaking of the portcullis.122(.ORD6 ft^O Lft0/£6“How did you do that?” said Nanny Ogg.“Simple,” said Granny. “He knows you wouldn’t make his daft head explode.”“Well, I know you wouldn’t, too.”“No you don’t. You just know I ain’t done
Monday, April 20, 2009
Fabian Perez Untitled II
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m’m, the king said he’s having a hairdresser come all the way from Ankh-Morpork, m’m. For the wedding.”
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Magrat patted a tress into place. It was beginning to dawn on her that being a queen was a whole new life.
“My word,” she said. “And what happens now?”
“Dunno, “Oook.”
“You’ll like it up there! Fresh air! Bags of trees! More woods than you can shake a stick at!”
“Oook!”
“Come down this minute!”
“Oook!”m’m.”“What’s the king doing?”“Oh, he had breakfast early and buggered off over to Slice to show old Muckloe how to breed his pigs out of a book.”“So what do I do? What’s my job?”Millie looked puzzled although this did not involve much of a change in her general expression.“Dunno, m’m. Reigning, I suppose. Walking around in the garden. Holding court. Doin’ tapestry. That’s very popu-lar among queens. And then ... er ... later on there’s the royal succession...”“At the moment,” said Magrat firmly, “we’ll have a go at the tapestry.”Ridcully was having difficulty with the Librarian.“I happen to be your Archchancellor, sir!”
m’m, the king said he’s having a hairdresser come all the way from Ankh-Morpork, m’m. For the wedding.”
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Magrat patted a tress into place. It was beginning to dawn on her that being a queen was a whole new life.
“My word,” she said. “And what happens now?”
“Dunno, “Oook.”
“You’ll like it up there! Fresh air! Bags of trees! More woods than you can shake a stick at!”
“Oook!”
“Come down this minute!”
“Oook!”m’m.”“What’s the king doing?”“Oh, he had breakfast early and buggered off over to Slice to show old Muckloe how to breed his pigs out of a book.”“So what do I do? What’s my job?”Millie looked puzzled although this did not involve much of a change in her general expression.“Dunno, m’m. Reigning, I suppose. Walking around in the garden. Holding court. Doin’ tapestry. That’s very popu-lar among queens. And then ... er ... later on there’s the royal succession...”“At the moment,” said Magrat firmly, “we’ll have a go at the tapestry.”Ridcully was having difficulty with the Librarian.“I happen to be your Archchancellor, sir!”
Friday, April 17, 2009
Edward Hopper Sunlight in a Cafeteria
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Come on," he said.
And no one, as they hauled on timbers in the teeth of the gale, as Urn applied everything he knew about levers, as they used their helmets as shovels to dig under the wreckage, asked who it was they were digging for, or what kind of uniform they'd been wearing.
Fog rolled in on the wind, hot and flashing with electricity, and still the sea pounded down.
Simony hauled on a spar, and then found the weight lessen as someone grasped the other end. He looked up into Brutha's eyes.
"Don't say for a while and then evaporated.
The sea calmed. The fog went ragged and curled into nothingness. There was still a haze in the air, but the sun was at least visible again, if only as a brighter area in the dome of the sky.
Once again, there was the sensation of the universe drawing breath.
The gods appeared, transparent and shimmering in and out of focusanything," said Brutha."Gods are doing this to us?""Don't say anything!""I've got to know!""It's better than us doing this to us, isn't it?""There's still people who never got off the ships!""No one ever said it was going to be nice!"Simony pulled aside some planking. There was a man there, armor and leathers so stained as to be unrecognizable, but alive."Listen," said Simony, as the wind whipped at him, "I'm not giving in! You've haven't won! I'm not doing this for any sort of god, whether they exist or not! I'm doing it for other people! And stop smiling like that!"A couple of dice dropped on to the sand. They sparkled and crackled
Come on," he said.
And no one, as they hauled on timbers in the teeth of the gale, as Urn applied everything he knew about levers, as they used their helmets as shovels to dig under the wreckage, asked who it was they were digging for, or what kind of uniform they'd been wearing.
Fog rolled in on the wind, hot and flashing with electricity, and still the sea pounded down.
Simony hauled on a spar, and then found the weight lessen as someone grasped the other end. He looked up into Brutha's eyes.
"Don't say for a while and then evaporated.
The sea calmed. The fog went ragged and curled into nothingness. There was still a haze in the air, but the sun was at least visible again, if only as a brighter area in the dome of the sky.
Once again, there was the sensation of the universe drawing breath.
The gods appeared, transparent and shimmering in and out of focusanything," said Brutha."Gods are doing this to us?""Don't say anything!""I've got to know!""It's better than us doing this to us, isn't it?""There's still people who never got off the ships!""No one ever said it was going to be nice!"Simony pulled aside some planking. There was a man there, armor and leathers so stained as to be unrecognizable, but alive."Listen," said Simony, as the wind whipped at him, "I'm not giving in! You've haven't won! I'm not doing this for any sort of god, whether they exist or not! I'm doing it for other people! And stop smiling like that!"A couple of dice dropped on to the sand. They sparkled and crackled
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Tamara de Lempicka La bella Rafaela
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tortoise," he said.
"And the battering-ram?" said Simony.
"Oh, that's no problem," said Urn, not paying much attention. "Tree-trunk bolted to the frame. Big iron rammer. They're only bronze doors, you say?"
"Yes. But very big."
"Then they're probably hollow. Or cast bronze plates on wood. That's what I'd do."
"Not solid bronze? Everyone says they're solid bronze."
"That's what I'd say, too."
"Excuse me, sirsa lever. But . . . when I was on guard down in the crypts, sometimes, there was a room . . . there was gratings and things . . . well, you could hear water gushing . . ."
"Hydraulics," said Urn. "Thought it would be hydraulics."
"Can you get in?" said Simony.."A burly man stepped forward. He wore the uniform of the palace guards."This is Sergeant Fergmen," said Simony. "Yes, sergeant?""The doors is reinforced with Klatchian steel. Because of all the fighting in the time of the False Prophet Zog. And they opens outwards only. Like lock gates on a canal, you understand? If you push on 'em, they only locks more firmly together.""How are they opened, then?" said Urn."The Cenobiarch raises his hand and the breath of God blows them open," said the sergeant."In a logical sense, I meant.""Oh. Well, one of the deacons goes behind a curtain and pulls
"To the room? Why not? No one bothers with it."
"Could he make the doors open?" said Simony.
tortoise," he said.
"And the battering-ram?" said Simony.
"Oh, that's no problem," said Urn, not paying much attention. "Tree-trunk bolted to the frame. Big iron rammer. They're only bronze doors, you say?"
"Yes. But very big."
"Then they're probably hollow. Or cast bronze plates on wood. That's what I'd do."
"Not solid bronze? Everyone says they're solid bronze."
"That's what I'd say, too."
"Excuse me, sirsa lever. But . . . when I was on guard down in the crypts, sometimes, there was a room . . . there was gratings and things . . . well, you could hear water gushing . . ."
"Hydraulics," said Urn. "Thought it would be hydraulics."
"Can you get in?" said Simony.."A burly man stepped forward. He wore the uniform of the palace guards."This is Sergeant Fergmen," said Simony. "Yes, sergeant?""The doors is reinforced with Klatchian steel. Because of all the fighting in the time of the False Prophet Zog. And they opens outwards only. Like lock gates on a canal, you understand? If you push on 'em, they only locks more firmly together.""How are they opened, then?" said Urn."The Cenobiarch raises his hand and the breath of God blows them open," said the sergeant."In a logical sense, I meant.""Oh. Well, one of the deacons goes behind a curtain and pulls
"To the room? Why not? No one bothers with it."
"Could he make the doors open?" said Simony.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Vincent van Gogh Olive Trees 1889
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knew why, when Vorbis spoke about Ephebe, his face was gray with hatred and his voice was tense as a wire. If there was no truth, what was there left? And these bumbling old men spent their time kicking away the pillars of the world, . . ."
Urn reappeared with another scroll.
"You shouldn't do this," said Brutha wretchedly. "All this . . ." His voice trailed off.
"I know about sureness," said Didactylos. Now the light, irascible tone had drained out of his voice. "I remember, before I was blind, I went to Omnia once. This was before the borders were closed, when you still and they'd nothing to replace them with but uncertainty. And they were proud of this?Urn was standing on a small ladder, fishing among the shelves of scrolls. Didactylos sat opposite Brutha, his blind gaze still apparently fixed on him."You don't like it, do you?" said the philosopher.Brutha had said nothing."You know," said Didactylos conversationally, "people'll tell you that us blind people are the real business where the other senses are concerned. It's not true, of course. The buggers just say it because it makes them feel better. It gets rid of the obligation to feel sorry for us. But when you can't see you do learn to listen more. The way people breathe, the sounds their clothes make
knew why, when Vorbis spoke about Ephebe, his face was gray with hatred and his voice was tense as a wire. If there was no truth, what was there left? And these bumbling old men spent their time kicking away the pillars of the world, . . ."
Urn reappeared with another scroll.
"You shouldn't do this," said Brutha wretchedly. "All this . . ." His voice trailed off.
"I know about sureness," said Didactylos. Now the light, irascible tone had drained out of his voice. "I remember, before I was blind, I went to Omnia once. This was before the borders were closed, when you still and they'd nothing to replace them with but uncertainty. And they were proud of this?Urn was standing on a small ladder, fishing among the shelves of scrolls. Didactylos sat opposite Brutha, his blind gaze still apparently fixed on him."You don't like it, do you?" said the philosopher.Brutha had said nothing."You know," said Didactylos conversationally, "people'll tell you that us blind people are the real business where the other senses are concerned. It's not true, of course. The buggers just say it because it makes them feel better. It gets rid of the obligation to feel sorry for us. But when you can't see you do learn to listen more. The way people breathe, the sounds their clothes make
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