Filippino Lippi AllegoryBartolome Esteban Murillo A Girl and her DuennaCaravaggio The Incredulity of Saint ThomasGeorge Frederick Watts Watts Choosing
hand clamped on to the dwarf's head and Detritus pushed Cuddy behind him, but then the figure was running, running . Men. It's you that'd be the fool if you resist arrest.'
'Oh? I'm under arrest?'
'Only if you don't come with us . . .'
The Patrician was in the Oblong Office, staring out of the window. The multi-belled cacophony of five o'clock was just dying away.
Vimes saluted. From the back, Vetinari looked like a carnivorous flamingo.
'Ah, Vimes,' he said, without looking around, 'come towards them, still firing.Detritus blinked.Five more shots, one after another, punctured his breastplate.And then the running man was through the open door, slamming it behind him. 'Captain Vimes?'He looked up. It was Captain Quirke of the Day Watch, with a couple of his men behind him.'Yes?''You come with us. And give me your sword.''What?''I think you heard me, captain.''Look, it's me, Quirke. Sam Vimes? Don't be a fool.''I ain't a fool. I've got men with crossbows
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
James Jacques Joseph Tissot Too Early
James Jacques Joseph Tissot Too EarlyHenri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic ForestHenri Rousseau warHenri Rousseau Two Monkeys in the Jungle
YOU. 'Hright,' said Sergeant .Colon, 'this, men, is your truncheon, also nomenclatured your night stick or baton of office.' He paused while he tried to remember his army days, and brightened up.'Hand you will look after hit,' he was a pause while they picked up Corporal Nobbs and patted him on the back until he settled down.
'Very well,' said Sergeant Colon, 'what you must do now is take your truncheon like so, and on the command one, proceed smartly to Harthur and on the command two, tap him smartly upon the bonce. Hwun . . . two . . .'
The truncheon bounced off Arthur's helmet.
'Very good, only one thing wrong. Anyone tell me what it was?'
They shook their heads.
'From behind,' said Sergeant Colon. 'You hit 'em from behind. No sense in risking trouble, is there? Now you have a go, Lance-Constable Cuddy.'
'But sarge—'
'Do it.'shouted. 'You will eat with hit, you will sleep with hit, you—'' 'Scuse me.''Who said that?''Down here. It's me, Lance-Constable Cuddy.''Yes, pilgrim?''How do we eat with it, sergeant?'Sergeant Colon's wound-up machismo wound down. He was suspicious of Lance-Constable Cuddy. He strongly suspected Lance-Constable Cuddy was a trouble-maker.'What?''Well, do we use it as a knife or a fork or cut in half for chopsticks or what?''What are you talking about?'
YOU. 'Hright,' said Sergeant .Colon, 'this, men, is your truncheon, also nomenclatured your night stick or baton of office.' He paused while he tried to remember his army days, and brightened up.'Hand you will look after hit,' he was a pause while they picked up Corporal Nobbs and patted him on the back until he settled down.
'Very well,' said Sergeant Colon, 'what you must do now is take your truncheon like so, and on the command one, proceed smartly to Harthur and on the command two, tap him smartly upon the bonce. Hwun . . . two . . .'
The truncheon bounced off Arthur's helmet.
'Very good, only one thing wrong. Anyone tell me what it was?'
They shook their heads.
'From behind,' said Sergeant Colon. 'You hit 'em from behind. No sense in risking trouble, is there? Now you have a go, Lance-Constable Cuddy.'
'But sarge—'
'Do it.'shouted. 'You will eat with hit, you will sleep with hit, you—'' 'Scuse me.''Who said that?''Down here. It's me, Lance-Constable Cuddy.''Yes, pilgrim?''How do we eat with it, sergeant?'Sergeant Colon's wound-up machismo wound down. He was suspicious of Lance-Constable Cuddy. He strongly suspected Lance-Constable Cuddy was a trouble-maker.'What?''Well, do we use it as a knife or a fork or cut in half for chopsticks or what?''What are you talking about?'
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Vincent van Gogh The Yellow House
Vincent van Gogh The Yellow HouseLeonardo da Vinci Virgin of the RocksLeonardo da Vinci St John the Baptist
stared woodenly at the wall.
He ought to be people, greatest of cities on the Discworld, located on either side of the river Ankh, a waterway so muddy that it looks as if it is flowing upside down.
And visitors say: how does such a big city exist? What keeps it going? Since it's got a river you can chew, where does the drinking water come from? What is, in fact, the basis of its civic economy? How come it, against all probability, workshappy, he told himself. And he was. In a way. Definitely. Happy as anything.He was going to get married in a few days.He was going to stop being a guard.He was going to be a gentleman of leisure.He took off his copper badge and buffed it absent-mindedly on the edge of his cloak. Then he held it up so that the light glinted off the patina'd surface. AMCW No.177. He sometimes wondered how many other guards had had the badge before him.Well, now someone was going to have it after him. This is Ankh-Morpork, Citie of One Thousand Surprises (according to the Guild of Merchants' guidebook). What more need be said? A sprawling place, home to a million
stared woodenly at the wall.
He ought to be people, greatest of cities on the Discworld, located on either side of the river Ankh, a waterway so muddy that it looks as if it is flowing upside down.
And visitors say: how does such a big city exist? What keeps it going? Since it's got a river you can chew, where does the drinking water come from? What is, in fact, the basis of its civic economy? How come it, against all probability, workshappy, he told himself. And he was. In a way. Definitely. Happy as anything.He was going to get married in a few days.He was going to stop being a guard.He was going to be a gentleman of leisure.He took off his copper badge and buffed it absent-mindedly on the edge of his cloak. Then he held it up so that the light glinted off the patina'd surface. AMCW No.177. He sometimes wondered how many other guards had had the badge before him.Well, now someone was going to have it after him. This is Ankh-Morpork, Citie of One Thousand Surprises (according to the Guild of Merchants' guidebook). What more need be said? A sprawling place, home to a million
Friday, April 24, 2009
Andy Warhol Shadows I
Andy Warhol Shadows IAndy Warhol OxidationAndy Warhol NeuschwansteinAndy Warhol Knives black and white
are many recipes for the flat round loaves of Lancre dwarf bread,
but the common aim of all of them is to make a field ration that is long-
lasting, easily packed, and can disembowel the enemy if skimmed through
the air hard enough. Edibility is a kind of optional extra. Most recipes are
a closely guarded secret, apart from the gravel.
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“You’re not me, from some-where in the back pocket of his genes.
“Hiho, hiho—“
Nanny Ogg grinned in the darkness.
The tunnel opened into a cavern. The torchlight picked up the suggestion of distant walls.
“This it?” said Casanunda, gripping the crowbar..”“Tell you what—I’ll bake ‘em with extra gravel.”“Ooh . .. you’re a temptress, Mrs. Ogg.”“And bring the torches.”The caves were dry, and warm. Casanunda trotted along after Nanny, anxious to stay in the torchlight.“You haven’t been down here before?”“No, but I know the way.”After a while Casanunda began to feel better. The caves were better than wardrobes. For one thing, you weren’t trip-ping over shoes all the time, and there probably wasn’t much chance of a sword-wielding husband opening the door.In fact, he began to feel happy.The words rose unbidden into his head
are many recipes for the flat round loaves of Lancre dwarf bread,
but the common aim of all of them is to make a field ration that is long-
lasting, easily packed, and can disembowel the enemy if skimmed through
the air hard enough. Edibility is a kind of optional extra. Most recipes are
a closely guarded secret, apart from the gravel.
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“You’re not me, from some-where in the back pocket of his genes.
“Hiho, hiho—“
Nanny Ogg grinned in the darkness.
The tunnel opened into a cavern. The torchlight picked up the suggestion of distant walls.
“This it?” said Casanunda, gripping the crowbar..”“Tell you what—I’ll bake ‘em with extra gravel.”“Ooh . .. you’re a temptress, Mrs. Ogg.”“And bring the torches.”The caves were dry, and warm. Casanunda trotted along after Nanny, anxious to stay in the torchlight.“You haven’t been down here before?”“No, but I know the way.”After a while Casanunda began to feel better. The caves were better than wardrobes. For one thing, you weren’t trip-ping over shoes all the time, and there probably wasn’t much chance of a sword-wielding husband opening the door.In fact, he began to feel happy.The words rose unbidden into his head
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Thomas Kinkade New Horizons
Thomas Kinkade New HorizonsThomas Kinkade Mountain MemoriesThomas Kinkade Living Waters
have to be. So there’s thousands of me out there who never became a wizard, just like there’s thousands of you who, oh, answered letters. Hah! To them, we’re something that might have been. Now, d’you call that proper thinking for a growing lad? When / started wizard-ing, old ‘Tudgy’ Spold was Archchancellor, and if any young wizard’d even mentioned that sort of daft thing, he’d feel a staff across his backside. Hah!”
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Somewhere far below, a frog plopped off a stone.
“Mind you, I suppose we’ve all passed a lot of water
since then.”
It dawned gently on Ridcully that the dialogue had become a monologue. He turned to Granny, who was staring round-eyed at Ridcully deflated a little.
“Can’t,” he said.
“You did it just now.”
“That’s the point. I wasn’t joking when I said I couldn’t do it again. It takes a lot out of you, transmigrationthe river as if she’d never seen water before.“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she said.“I beg your pardon? I was only—““Not you. I wasn’t talking to you. Stupid! I’ve been stupid. But I ain’t been daft! Hah! And I thought it was my memory going! And it was, too. It was going and fetching!”“What?”“I was getting scared! Me! And not thinking clear!Except I was thinking clear!”“What!”“Never mind! Well, I won’t say this hasn’t been . . . nice,” said Granny. “But I’ve got to get back. Do the thing with the fingers again. And hurry.”
have to be. So there’s thousands of me out there who never became a wizard, just like there’s thousands of you who, oh, answered letters. Hah! To them, we’re something that might have been. Now, d’you call that proper thinking for a growing lad? When / started wizard-ing, old ‘Tudgy’ Spold was Archchancellor, and if any young wizard’d even mentioned that sort of daft thing, he’d feel a staff across his backside. Hah!”
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Somewhere far below, a frog plopped off a stone.
“Mind you, I suppose we’ve all passed a lot of water
since then.”
It dawned gently on Ridcully that the dialogue had become a monologue. He turned to Granny, who was staring round-eyed at Ridcully deflated a little.
“Can’t,” he said.
“You did it just now.”
“That’s the point. I wasn’t joking when I said I couldn’t do it again. It takes a lot out of you, transmigrationthe river as if she’d never seen water before.“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she said.“I beg your pardon? I was only—““Not you. I wasn’t talking to you. Stupid! I’ve been stupid. But I ain’t been daft! Hah! And I thought it was my memory going! And it was, too. It was going and fetching!”“What?”“I was getting scared! Me! And not thinking clear!Except I was thinking clear!”“What!”“Never mind! Well, I won’t say this hasn’t been . . . nice,” said Granny. “But I’ve got to get back. Do the thing with the fingers again. And hurry.”
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Cao Yong FRIENDS
Cao Yong FRIENDSCao Yong FreedomCao Yong Day of LoveCao Yong COOL WATER
what the future meant. But she’d never heard of alternative pasts. She could remember hav-ing just gone through the stones, if she concentrated. But she could remember other things. She could remember being in bed in her own house, but that was it, it was a house, not a cottage, but she was her, they were her own memories... she had a nagging feeling that she was asleep, right now . . .
Dully, she tried to focus on Nanny Ogg. There was something comfortingly solid about Gytha Ogg.
Nanny had I ain’t having that
again. The thought of someone carrying off our Pewsey—“
“Even elves ain’t that daft. Never seen such a sticky child in all my life.”
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Granny pulled gently at Diamanda’s eyelid.produced a penknife.“What the hell are you doing?”“Going to put it out of its misery, Esme.”“Doesn’t look miserable to me.”Nanny Ogg’s eyes gleamed speculatively.“Could soon arrange that, Esme.”“Don’t go torturing it just because it’s lying down, Gytha.”“Damn well ain’t waiting for it to stand up again, Esme.”“Gytha.”“Well, they used to carry off babies.
what the future meant. But she’d never heard of alternative pasts. She could remember hav-ing just gone through the stones, if she concentrated. But she could remember other things. She could remember being in bed in her own house, but that was it, it was a house, not a cottage, but she was her, they were her own memories... she had a nagging feeling that she was asleep, right now . . .
Dully, she tried to focus on Nanny Ogg. There was something comfortingly solid about Gytha Ogg.
Nanny had I ain’t having that
again. The thought of someone carrying off our Pewsey—“
“Even elves ain’t that daft. Never seen such a sticky child in all my life.”
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Granny pulled gently at Diamanda’s eyelid.produced a penknife.“What the hell are you doing?”“Going to put it out of its misery, Esme.”“Doesn’t look miserable to me.”Nanny Ogg’s eyes gleamed speculatively.“Could soon arrange that, Esme.”“Don’t go torturing it just because it’s lying down, Gytha.”“Damn well ain’t waiting for it to stand up again, Esme.”“Gytha.”“Well, they used to carry off babies.
Monday, April 20, 2009
George Stubbs Lion Devouring a Horse
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at the fire distractedly with an iron bar.
“Oh, well, us had a big whirlwind on Hogswatch-
night and one of Mother Peason’s hens laid the same
egg three times, and old Poorchick’s cow gave birth to a
seven-headed snake, and there was a rain of frogs over in
Slice—“
“Been pretty “I should beat it up before it gets cold,” said Nanny Ogg.
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“Weren’t my fault. Mum! How could I stop ‘em?”
Nanny sat back in the chair, smiling happilynormal, then,” said Nanny Ogg. She refilled her pipe in a casual but meaningful way.“All very quiet, really,” said Jason. He pulled the bar out of the fire, laid it on the anvil, and raised his hammer.“I’ll find out sooner or later, you know,” said NannyOgg.Jason didn’t turn his head, but his hammer stopped in mid-air.“I always does, you know,” said Nanny Ogg.The iron cooled from the color of fresh straw to bright red.“You knows you always feels better for telling your old mum,” said Nanny Ogg.The iron cooled from red to spitting black. But Jason, ‘ used all day to the searing heat of a forge, seemed to be uncomfortably warm.
at the fire distractedly with an iron bar.
“Oh, well, us had a big whirlwind on Hogswatch-
night and one of Mother Peason’s hens laid the same
egg three times, and old Poorchick’s cow gave birth to a
seven-headed snake, and there was a rain of frogs over in
Slice—“
“Been pretty “I should beat it up before it gets cold,” said Nanny Ogg.
49
Terry Pratchett
“Weren’t my fault. Mum! How could I stop ‘em?”
Nanny sat back in the chair, smiling happilynormal, then,” said Nanny Ogg. She refilled her pipe in a casual but meaningful way.“All very quiet, really,” said Jason. He pulled the bar out of the fire, laid it on the anvil, and raised his hammer.“I’ll find out sooner or later, you know,” said NannyOgg.Jason didn’t turn his head, but his hammer stopped in mid-air.“I always does, you know,” said Nanny Ogg.The iron cooled from the color of fresh straw to bright red.“You knows you always feels better for telling your old mum,” said Nanny Ogg.The iron cooled from red to spitting black. But Jason, ‘ used all day to the searing heat of a forge, seemed to be uncomfortably warm.
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