Jack Vettriano One Moment in TimeJack Vettriano On the BorderJack Vettriano on Parade
It's great!' said the Bursar, waving his skinny hands in the air.
'And I'm not too certain about you!'
Ridcully sat down againspeaking the right language.
'I mean it's too much!'
'Yes!'
Ridcully sighed.
'Is it time for your dried frog pill?'
Smoke was coming out of the stricken piano. The Librarian's hands were walking through the keys like Casanunda in a nunnery.
Ridcully looked around. He felt all alone.
Someone else hadn't been overcome by the music. Satchelmouth had stood up. So had his two associates. and pulled out the thaumometer. It was vibrating crazily, which was no help at all. It didn't seem to be able to decide if this was magic or not.He nudged the Bursar sharply.'This ain't magic! This is something else!''You're exactly right!'Ridcully had the feeling that he suddenly wasn't
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
George Bellows Stag at Sharkey's
George Bellows Stag at Sharkey'sGeorge Bellows Dempsey and FirpoCaravaggio The Sacrifice of IsaacCaravaggio The Musicians
mere pedestrians. 'Volf the Lucky . . . ?'
'Er. I don't know ‑ I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE HE IS,' said Susan helplessly.
The helmeted woman leaned forward. There was something rather familiar about her.
'Are you new?' give it some wellie!' shouted the horned woman.
Susan swung the scythe. The line snapped.
'What happened?' said Volf. He looked down. 'That's me down there, isn't it?' he said. He turned slowly. 'And down there. And over there. And . . .'
He looked at the horned female warrior and brightened up.
'By Io!' he said. 'It's true? Valkyries will carry me off to the hall of Blind lo where there is perpetual feasting and drinking?''Yes. I mean, YES.''Well, don't stand there like a big girl's blouse. Jolly well go and fetch him, there's a good sport.'Susan looked around wildly, and saw him at last. He wasn't very far away. A youngish man, outlined in flickering pale blue, was visible among the fallen.Susan hurried over, scythe at the ready. There was a blue line connecting the warrior to his former body.SQUEAK! shouted the Death of Rats, jumping up and down and making suggestive motions.'Left hand thumb up, right hand bent at the wrist,
mere pedestrians. 'Volf the Lucky . . . ?'
'Er. I don't know ‑ I MEAN, I DON'T KNOW WHICH ONE HE IS,' said Susan helplessly.
The helmeted woman leaned forward. There was something rather familiar about her.
'Are you new?' give it some wellie!' shouted the horned woman.
Susan swung the scythe. The line snapped.
'What happened?' said Volf. He looked down. 'That's me down there, isn't it?' he said. He turned slowly. 'And down there. And over there. And . . .'
He looked at the horned female warrior and brightened up.
'By Io!' he said. 'It's true? Valkyries will carry me off to the hall of Blind lo where there is perpetual feasting and drinking?''Yes. I mean, YES.''Well, don't stand there like a big girl's blouse. Jolly well go and fetch him, there's a good sport.'Susan looked around wildly, and saw him at last. He wasn't very far away. A youngish man, outlined in flickering pale blue, was visible among the fallen.Susan hurried over, scythe at the ready. There was a blue line connecting the warrior to his former body.SQUEAK! shouted the Death of Rats, jumping up and down and making suggestive motions.'Left hand thumb up, right hand bent at the wrist,
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Edmund Blair Leighton Stitching the Standard
Edmund Blair Leighton Stitching the StandardFrancois Boucher Nude on a SofaFrank Dicksee La Belle Dame Sans MerciBenjamin Williams Leader The Last Gleam, Wargrave on Thames
'But there used to be very exalted circles, attend Guild functions . . .'
They exchanged glances. The Patrician got the best of the bargain, since Carrot's face was bigger. Both of them were trying not to grin.
'An excellent choice, in fact,' said the Patrician.
'I'd taken the liberty, sir, of drafting a letter to the cap— to Mr Vimes on your behalf. Just to save you trouble, sir. Perhaps you'd care to have a look?'a rank, in the old days. Commander of the Watch. I suggest Samuel Vimes.'The Patrician leaned back. 'Oh, yes,' he said. 'Commander of the Watch. Of course, that became a rather unpopular job, after all that business with Lorenzo the Kind. It was a Vimes who held the post in those days. I've never liked to ask him if he was an ancestor.''He was, sir. I looked it up.''Would he accept?''Is the High Priest an Offlian? Does a dragon explode in the woods?'The Patrician steepled his ringers and looked at Carrot over the top of them. It was a mannerism that had unnerved many.'But, you see, captain, the trouble with Sam Vimes is that he upsets a lot of important people. And I think that a Commander of the Watch would have to move in
'But there used to be very exalted circles, attend Guild functions . . .'
They exchanged glances. The Patrician got the best of the bargain, since Carrot's face was bigger. Both of them were trying not to grin.
'An excellent choice, in fact,' said the Patrician.
'I'd taken the liberty, sir, of drafting a letter to the cap— to Mr Vimes on your behalf. Just to save you trouble, sir. Perhaps you'd care to have a look?'a rank, in the old days. Commander of the Watch. I suggest Samuel Vimes.'The Patrician leaned back. 'Oh, yes,' he said. 'Commander of the Watch. Of course, that became a rather unpopular job, after all that business with Lorenzo the Kind. It was a Vimes who held the post in those days. I've never liked to ask him if he was an ancestor.''He was, sir. I looked it up.''Would he accept?''Is the High Priest an Offlian? Does a dragon explode in the woods?'The Patrician steepled his ringers and looked at Carrot over the top of them. It was a mannerism that had unnerved many.'But, you see, captain, the trouble with Sam Vimes is that he upsets a lot of important people. And I think that a Commander of the Watch would have to move in
Monday, May 4, 2009
Cao Yong Day of Love
Cao Yong Day of LoveCao Yong COOL WATERCao Yong Catalina got the . . . the gonne and came back here. He went through the wall again, dressed up as Beano, and strolled away. And then someone killed him.'
'Boffo said Beano face. It's not how they think. A clown and his make-up are the same thing. Without his makeup a clown doesn't exist. A clown wouldn't wear another clown's face in the same way a dwarf wouldn't use another dwarfs tools.'
'Sounds risky, though,' said Angua.
'It was. It was very risky.'
'Carrot? What are you going to do now?'
'I think it might be a good idea to find out whose room was on the looked worried,' said Angua.And I thought: that's odd, because you'd have to see a clown right up close to know what his real expression was. But you might notice if the make-up wasn't on quite right. Like, maybe, if it was put on by someone who wasn't too used to it. But the important thing is that if another clown sees Beano's face go out of the door, he's seen the person leave. They can't think about someone else wearing that
'Boffo said Beano face. It's not how they think. A clown and his make-up are the same thing. Without his makeup a clown doesn't exist. A clown wouldn't wear another clown's face in the same way a dwarf wouldn't use another dwarfs tools.'
'Sounds risky, though,' said Angua.
'It was. It was very risky.'
'Carrot? What are you going to do now?'
'I think it might be a good idea to find out whose room was on the looked worried,' said Angua.And I thought: that's odd, because you'd have to see a clown right up close to know what his real expression was. But you might notice if the make-up wasn't on quite right. Like, maybe, if it was put on by someone who wasn't too used to it. But the important thing is that if another clown sees Beano's face go out of the door, he's seen the person leave. They can't think about someone else wearing that
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Joseph Mallord William Turner Heidelberg
Joseph Mallord William Turner HeidelbergTheodore Robinson Willows and WildflowersMary Cassatt Woman With A Pearl Necklace In A LogeEduard Manet Flowers In A Crystal Vase
worked out what derriere velocite meant. The whole nose business looked like a conundrum wrapped up in an enigma, or at least in Sergeant Colon's handwriting, which was pretty much the same thing. Why be asked to look for a nose that of Qvirm, who vanished in mysteriovs circvmstances. It is how to make a powder called No. 1 powder, which is vsed in fireworks. Mr Silverfish the alchemist says any alchemists knows it. Also, in the margin of the paper, is a drawing of The Gonne, becavse I asked my covsin Grabpot abovt Leonard and he vsed to sell paints to Leonard and he recognized the writing and said Leonard always wrote backwards becavse he was a genivs. I have copied same herewith.'
Vimes laid the papers down and put the piece of metal on top of them.
Then he reached in his pocket and produced a couple of metal pellets.
A stick, the gargoyle had said.
Vimes looked at the sketch. It looked, as Cuddy wasn't lost?He looked at Cuddy's report, written in the careful angular handwriting of someone more used to runes. And sagas. 'Captain Vimes, this herewith is the chronicle of me, Lance-Constable Cvddy. Bright was the morning and high ovr hearts when we proceeded to the Alchemists Gvild, where events eventvated as I shall now sing. These inclvded exploding balls. As to the qvest vpon which we were sent, we were informed that the attached piece of paper [attached] is in the handwriting of Leonard
worked out what derriere velocite meant. The whole nose business looked like a conundrum wrapped up in an enigma, or at least in Sergeant Colon's handwriting, which was pretty much the same thing. Why be asked to look for a nose that of Qvirm, who vanished in mysteriovs circvmstances. It is how to make a powder called No. 1 powder, which is vsed in fireworks. Mr Silverfish the alchemist says any alchemists knows it. Also, in the margin of the paper, is a drawing of The Gonne, becavse I asked my covsin Grabpot abovt Leonard and he vsed to sell paints to Leonard and he recognized the writing and said Leonard always wrote backwards becavse he was a genivs. I have copied same herewith.'
Vimes laid the papers down and put the piece of metal on top of them.
Then he reached in his pocket and produced a couple of metal pellets.
A stick, the gargoyle had said.
Vimes looked at the sketch. It looked, as Cuddy wasn't lost?He looked at Cuddy's report, written in the careful angular handwriting of someone more used to runes. And sagas. 'Captain Vimes, this herewith is the chronicle of me, Lance-Constable Cvddy. Bright was the morning and high ovr hearts when we proceeded to the Alchemists Gvild, where events eventvated as I shall now sing. These inclvded exploding balls. As to the qvest vpon which we were sent, we were informed that the attached piece of paper [attached] is in the handwriting of Leonard
Henri Rousseau Exotic Landscape 1908
Henri Rousseau Exotic Landscape 1908Henri Rousseau EveHenri Rousseau Carnival EveningHenri Rousseau Boy on the Rocks
'Sorry, sergeant.'
They turned to Detritus, who was standing sheepishly behind a heap of broken longbows. Crossbows were out of the question. They sat in his massive hands like a hairpin. In theory the longbow would be a deadly weapon in his hands, just as soon as he mastered the art of when to let go.
Detritus he'd been either a soldier or a guard all his life, and he was feeling put-upon. Otherwise he wouldn't have said what he said next.
'I don't know, I really don't. Fighting among yourselves, smashing your own weapons . . . I mean, who do we think we're fooling? Now, it's nearly noon, you take a few hours off,shrugged.'Sorry, mister,' he said. 'Bows aren't troll weapon.''Ha!' said Colon. 'As for you, Lance-Constable Cuddy—''Just can't get the hang of aiming, sergeant.''I thought dwarfs were famous for their skills in battle!''Yeah, but . . . not these skills,' said Cuddy.'Ambush,' murmured Detritus.Since he was a troll, the murmur bounced off distant buildings. Cuddy's beard bristled.'You devious troll, I get my—''Well now,' said Sergeant Colon quickly, 'I think we'll stop training. You'll have to . . . sort of pick it up as you go along, all right?'He sighed. He was not a cruel man, but
'Sorry, sergeant.'
They turned to Detritus, who was standing sheepishly behind a heap of broken longbows. Crossbows were out of the question. They sat in his massive hands like a hairpin. In theory the longbow would be a deadly weapon in his hands, just as soon as he mastered the art of when to let go.
Detritus he'd been either a soldier or a guard all his life, and he was feeling put-upon. Otherwise he wouldn't have said what he said next.
'I don't know, I really don't. Fighting among yourselves, smashing your own weapons . . . I mean, who do we think we're fooling? Now, it's nearly noon, you take a few hours off,shrugged.'Sorry, mister,' he said. 'Bows aren't troll weapon.''Ha!' said Colon. 'As for you, Lance-Constable Cuddy—''Just can't get the hang of aiming, sergeant.''I thought dwarfs were famous for their skills in battle!''Yeah, but . . . not these skills,' said Cuddy.'Ambush,' murmured Detritus.Since he was a troll, the murmur bounced off distant buildings. Cuddy's beard bristled.'You devious troll, I get my—''Well now,' said Sergeant Colon quickly, 'I think we'll stop training. You'll have to . . . sort of pick it up as you go along, all right?'He sighed. He was not a cruel man, but
Sunday, April 26, 2009
William Bouguereau Nymphs and Satyr.
William Bouguereau Nymphs and Satyr.
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Ankh-Morpork, where he is currently a watchman in the Night Watch. I couldn't believe it!'
'That's still not—'
Edward raisedleft-hand corner of the page? You will see that the artist has hel-pfully drawn the inscription.'
It took several minutes for everyone to examine it. They were naturally suspicious people. They were all descendants of people for whom suspicion and paranoia had been prime survival traits.
Because they were all aristocrats. Not one among them did not know the name of his or her great his hand a moment, and then pulled out a package from the case.'I made careful enq-uiries, you know, and was able to find the place where the attack occurred. A most careful search of the ground revealed old cart n-ails, a few copper coins and, in some charcoal . . . this.'They craned to see.'Looks like a ring.''Yes. It's, it's, it's superficially d-iscoloured, of course, otherwise someone would have spot-ted it. Probably secreted somewhere on a cart. I've had it p-artly cleaned. You can just read the inscription. Now, here is an ill-ustrated inventory of the royal jewellery of Ankh done in AM 907, in the reign of King Tyrril. May I, please, may I draw your a-ttention to the small wedding ring in the b-ottom
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Ankh-Morpork, where he is currently a watchman in the Night Watch. I couldn't believe it!'
'That's still not—'
Edward raisedleft-hand corner of the page? You will see that the artist has hel-pfully drawn the inscription.'
It took several minutes for everyone to examine it. They were naturally suspicious people. They were all descendants of people for whom suspicion and paranoia had been prime survival traits.
Because they were all aristocrats. Not one among them did not know the name of his or her great his hand a moment, and then pulled out a package from the case.'I made careful enq-uiries, you know, and was able to find the place where the attack occurred. A most careful search of the ground revealed old cart n-ails, a few copper coins and, in some charcoal . . . this.'They craned to see.'Looks like a ring.''Yes. It's, it's, it's superficially d-iscoloured, of course, otherwise someone would have spot-ted it. Probably secreted somewhere on a cart. I've had it p-artly cleaned. You can just read the inscription. Now, here is an ill-ustrated inventory of the royal jewellery of Ankh done in AM 907, in the reign of King Tyrril. May I, please, may I draw your a-ttention to the small wedding ring in the b-ottom
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