Frida Kahlo Fruits of the EarthRembrandt Christ In The StormThomas Stiltz The Best of CakebreadThomas Stiltz Five First GrowthsPino Soft Light
You can’t nearly hear voices,’ said Victor, in the hope that his own rational mind would believe him. ‘You either hear them or you don’t. Listen, we’re both just tired. That’s all it is. We’ve been working hard and, er, not getting much sleep, so it’s understandable that we think we’re nearly hearing and seeing things.’
‘Oh, so you’re ‘I’m afraid my dog is under your seat,’ said Victor.
‘Is it ill?’ said Dibbler.
‘I’m afraid it always smells like that.’
‘Don’t you think it would be a good idea to give it a bath?’
A mutter on the edge of hearing said: ‘Do you think it would nearly seeing things, are you?’ said Ginger triumphantly. ‘And don’t you go around using that calm and reasonable tone of voice on me,’ she added. ‘I hate it when people go around being calm and reasonable at me.’‘I hope you two lovebirds aren’t having a tiff?’Victor and Ginger stiffened. Dibbler clambered up into the opposite seat, and leered encouragingly at them. Soll followed. There was a slam as the driver shut the carriage door.‘We’ll stop for a meal when we’re halfway,’ said Dibbler,. as they lurched forward. He hesitated, and then sniffed suspiciously.‘What’s that smell?’ he said.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Jean Fragonard The Swing
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shut up,’ said Ginger. She stood up and brushed the dust off her dress. Detritus blinked. People didn’t usually tell him to shut up. A few worried fault‑lines appeared on his brow. He turned and tried another loom, this time aimed at Victor.
‘Young Mr Dibbler don’t like‑‘
‘Oh, go away,’ snapped Victor, and wandered off after her.
Detritus stoodglanced at the sun. ‘We’ve lost a lot of time,’ he added, ‘so let’s not waste any more.’
‘Fancy you being able to get C.M.O.T. to give in like that,’ said Victor.
‘He had no argument at all. He’s gone back to his office to sulk, I expect,’ said Soll loftily. ‘OK, everyone, let’s all get‑‘ alone and screwed up his eyes in the effort of thought. Of course, people did occasionally say things like ‘Go away’ and ‘Shut up’ to him, but always with the tremor of terrified bravado in their voice, and so naturally he always riposted ‘Hur hur’ and hit them. But no-one had ever spoken to him as if his existence was the last thing in the world they could possibly be persuaded to worry about. His massive shoulders sagged. Perhaps all this hanging around Ruby was bad for him.Soll was standing over the artist who lettered the cards. He looked up as Victor and Ginger approached.‘Right,’ he said, ‘places, everyone. We’ll go straight on to the ballroom scene.’ He looked pleased with himself.‘Are the words all sorted out?’ said Victor.‘No problem,’ said Soll proudly. He
shut up,’ said Ginger. She stood up and brushed the dust off her dress. Detritus blinked. People didn’t usually tell him to shut up. A few worried fault‑lines appeared on his brow. He turned and tried another loom, this time aimed at Victor.
‘Young Mr Dibbler don’t like‑‘
‘Oh, go away,’ snapped Victor, and wandered off after her.
Detritus stoodglanced at the sun. ‘We’ve lost a lot of time,’ he added, ‘so let’s not waste any more.’
‘Fancy you being able to get C.M.O.T. to give in like that,’ said Victor.
‘He had no argument at all. He’s gone back to his office to sulk, I expect,’ said Soll loftily. ‘OK, everyone, let’s all get‑‘ alone and screwed up his eyes in the effort of thought. Of course, people did occasionally say things like ‘Go away’ and ‘Shut up’ to him, but always with the tremor of terrified bravado in their voice, and so naturally he always riposted ‘Hur hur’ and hit them. But no-one had ever spoken to him as if his existence was the last thing in the world they could possibly be persuaded to worry about. His massive shoulders sagged. Perhaps all this hanging around Ruby was bad for him.Soll was standing over the artist who lettered the cards. He looked up as Victor and Ginger approached.‘Right,’ he said, ‘places, everyone. We’ll go straight on to the ballroom scene.’ He looked pleased with himself.‘Are the words all sorted out?’ said Victor.‘No problem,’ said Soll proudly. He
Friday, March 27, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Evening Glow
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you don’t think I’m going to go around paying people to have days off, do you? I’m not trade of money, you know. It’s not as if we make a profit, even. Hold a crossbow to my head, why don’t you.’
Gaspode looked at the bags in front of Soll, who was furiously adding up piles of coins. He raised a cynical eyebrow.
There was a pause. Oh, no, thought Gaspode. The young idiot’s forgetting his lines.
‘I don’t want paying, Mr Dibbler.’
Gaspode of Soll.
‘Untied Alchemists!’
‘They really look as if they’re making progress with soundies, Mr Dibbler,’ said Victor meekly.
‘But they’re amateurs! And crooks!’
Gaspode frowned. He hadn’t been able to coach Victor past this stage. relaxed. ‘You don’t want paying?’ ‘No, Mr Dibbler.’ ‘But you want a job when you get back, I suppose?’ said Dibbler sarcastically. Gaspode tensed. Victor had taken a lot of coaching. ‘Well, I hope so, Mr Dibbler. But I was thinking of going to see what Untied Alchemists had to offer.’ There was a sound exactly like the sound of a chairback striking the wall. Gaspode grinned evilly. Another bag of money was dropped in front
you don’t think I’m going to go around paying people to have days off, do you? I’m not trade of money, you know. It’s not as if we make a profit, even. Hold a crossbow to my head, why don’t you.’
Gaspode looked at the bags in front of Soll, who was furiously adding up piles of coins. He raised a cynical eyebrow.
There was a pause. Oh, no, thought Gaspode. The young idiot’s forgetting his lines.
‘I don’t want paying, Mr Dibbler.’
Gaspode of Soll.
‘Untied Alchemists!’
‘They really look as if they’re making progress with soundies, Mr Dibbler,’ said Victor meekly.
‘But they’re amateurs! And crooks!’
Gaspode frowned. He hadn’t been able to coach Victor past this stage. relaxed. ‘You don’t want paying?’ ‘No, Mr Dibbler.’ ‘But you want a job when you get back, I suppose?’ said Dibbler sarcastically. Gaspode tensed. Victor had taken a lot of coaching. ‘Well, I hope so, Mr Dibbler. But I was thinking of going to see what Untied Alchemists had to offer.’ There was a sound exactly like the sound of a chairback striking the wall. Gaspode grinned evilly. Another bag of money was dropped in front
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Bartolome Esteban Murillo The Little Fruit Seller
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they’ll say we went bankrupt!’
‘Look, I know where I can get some coloured woodcuts done at practically cost–’
‘–I was finking, maybe if I got some string and tied the moving picture box on to wheels, so it can be moved around–’
‘‘More . . . more of a device,’ said the Bursar uncertainly. He gave it a prod. Several of the pottery elephants wobbled. ‘Riktor the Tinkerer built it, I think. It was before my time.’
It looked like a large, ornate pot, almost as high as a man of large pot height. Around its rim eight pottery elephants hung from little bronze chains; one of them swung backwards and forwards at the Bursar’s touch. People’ll say, that Silverfish, there’s a moving-picture-smith with the guts to give the people what they want, they’ll say. A man to roll back the wossname of the medium–’ ‘–maybe if I was to make a sort of pole and swivel arrangement, we could bring the picture box right up close to–’ ‘What? You think they’ll say that?’ ‘Trust me, Tommy.’ ‘Well . . . all right. All right. But no elephants. I want to make that absolutely clear. No elephants.’ ‘Looks weird to me,’ said the Archchancellor. ‘Looks like a bunch of pottery elephants. Thought you said it was a machine?’
they’ll say we went bankrupt!’
‘Look, I know where I can get some coloured woodcuts done at practically cost–’
‘–I was finking, maybe if I got some string and tied the moving picture box on to wheels, so it can be moved around–’
‘‘More . . . more of a device,’ said the Bursar uncertainly. He gave it a prod. Several of the pottery elephants wobbled. ‘Riktor the Tinkerer built it, I think. It was before my time.’
It looked like a large, ornate pot, almost as high as a man of large pot height. Around its rim eight pottery elephants hung from little bronze chains; one of them swung backwards and forwards at the Bursar’s touch. People’ll say, that Silverfish, there’s a moving-picture-smith with the guts to give the people what they want, they’ll say. A man to roll back the wossname of the medium–’ ‘–maybe if I was to make a sort of pole and swivel arrangement, we could bring the picture box right up close to–’ ‘What? You think they’ll say that?’ ‘Trust me, Tommy.’ ‘Well . . . all right. All right. But no elephants. I want to make that absolutely clear. No elephants.’ ‘Looks weird to me,’ said the Archchancellor. ‘Looks like a bunch of pottery elephants. Thought you said it was a machine?’
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Unknown Artist city dancers
Unknown Artist city dancersJames Jacques Joseph Tissot Too EarlyHenri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic ForestHenri Rousseau warHenri Rousseau Two Monkeys in the Jungle
him back, then. No life for a man, bein’ a monkey.’
‘Ape, Archchancellor. And he seems to prefer it, I’m afraid.’
‘How ?’
The Bursar had been dreading this. ‘ "Oook", Archchancellor,’ he said.
‘That was the same oook as the other oook!’
‘Oh, no. No. I assure you. There’s a different inflection . . . I mean, when you get used to . . . ,’ the Bursar shrugged. ‘I suppose we’ve just got into the way of understanding him, Archchancellor.’
‘Well, at least he keeps himself fit,’ said the Archchancellor nastily. ‘Not like d’yer know?’ said the Archchancellor suspiciously. ‘Speaks, does he?’ The Bursar hesitated. There was always this trouble with the Librarian. Everyone had got so accustomed to him it was hard to remember a time when the Library was not run by a yellow-fanged ape with the strength of three men. If the abnormal goes on long enough it becomes the normal. It was just that, when you came to explain it to a third party, it sounded odd. He coughed nervously. ‘He says "cook", Archchancellor,’ he said. ‘And what’s that mean?’ ‘Means "no", Archchancellor.’ ‘And how does he say "yes", then
him back, then. No life for a man, bein’ a monkey.’
‘Ape, Archchancellor. And he seems to prefer it, I’m afraid.’
‘How ?’
The Bursar had been dreading this. ‘ "Oook", Archchancellor,’ he said.
‘That was the same oook as the other oook!’
‘Oh, no. No. I assure you. There’s a different inflection . . . I mean, when you get used to . . . ,’ the Bursar shrugged. ‘I suppose we’ve just got into the way of understanding him, Archchancellor.’
‘Well, at least he keeps himself fit,’ said the Archchancellor nastily. ‘Not like d’yer know?’ said the Archchancellor suspiciously. ‘Speaks, does he?’ The Bursar hesitated. There was always this trouble with the Librarian. Everyone had got so accustomed to him it was hard to remember a time when the Library was not run by a yellow-fanged ape with the strength of three men. If the abnormal goes on long enough it becomes the normal. It was just that, when you came to explain it to a third party, it sounded odd. He coughed nervously. ‘He says "cook", Archchancellor,’ he said. ‘And what’s that mean?’ ‘Means "no", Archchancellor.’ ‘And how does he say "yes", then
Monday, March 23, 2009
Paul Klee Insula Dulcamara
Paul Klee Insula DulcamaraPaul Klee Fish MagicPaul Klee Around the FishPaul Klee Ancient SoundRene Magritte Homesickness
identity when it is at rest - usually about fifty feet into the rubble of what remains of the mountain it just ran into at neartall man patiently.
'Because you shot it.'
'I was aiming at the tortoise. You know, trying to combine two experiments, cut down on expensive research time, make full use of available-' Xeno gestured with the bow, which now had another arrow in it.
'Excuse me,' said Teppic. 'Could you put it down a minute? Me and my friend have come a long way and it would be nice not to be shot at again.'
These two seem harmless, he thought, and almost believed it.
He whistled. On cue, Ptraci came around the dune, leading You Bastard. Teppic doubted the capability light-speed. The puzuma is rumoured to be about the size of a leopard with a rather unique black and white check coat, although those specimens discovered by the Disc's sages and philosophers have inclined them to declare that in its natural state the puzuma is flat, very thin, and dead.) The tall man gave Teppic a nod. 'Take no notice of him, boy,' he said. 'He's just covering himself because of the accident last week.' 'The tortoise did beat the hare,' said Xeno sulkily. 'The hare was dead, Xeno,' said the
identity when it is at rest - usually about fifty feet into the rubble of what remains of the mountain it just ran into at neartall man patiently.
'Because you shot it.'
'I was aiming at the tortoise. You know, trying to combine two experiments, cut down on expensive research time, make full use of available-' Xeno gestured with the bow, which now had another arrow in it.
'Excuse me,' said Teppic. 'Could you put it down a minute? Me and my friend have come a long way and it would be nice not to be shot at again.'
These two seem harmless, he thought, and almost believed it.
He whistled. On cue, Ptraci came around the dune, leading You Bastard. Teppic doubted the capability light-speed. The puzuma is rumoured to be about the size of a leopard with a rather unique black and white check coat, although those specimens discovered by the Disc's sages and philosophers have inclined them to declare that in its natural state the puzuma is flat, very thin, and dead.) The tall man gave Teppic a nod. 'Take no notice of him, boy,' he said. 'He's just covering himself because of the accident last week.' 'The tortoise did beat the hare,' said Xeno sulkily. 'The hare was dead, Xeno,' said the
Friday, March 20, 2009
Jack Vettriano Scarlet Ribbons Lovely Ribbons
Jack Vettriano Scarlet Ribbons Lovely RibbonsJack Vettriano Sailor BoysJack Vettriano Round MidnightJack Vettriano Riviera retroJack Vettriano Ritual of Courtship
Teppic stared at them. Apart from the colours, their clothes were cut off the edge of the latest fashion, which was currently inclining towards wide hats, padded shoulders, narrow waists and pointed shoes and gave its followers the appearance of being very well-dressed nails.
I'm going to be like them, he told himself.
Although Teppic looked up. There was a senior assassin standing beside him, with a purple teaching sash over his robes. It was the first assassin he'd seen, apart from Vyrt. The man was pleasant enough. You could imagine him making sausages.
'Are you talking to me?' he said.probably better dressed, he added. He recalled Uncle Vyrt, sitting out on the steps overlooking the Djel on one of his brief, mysterious visits. 'Satin and leather are no good. Or jewellery of any kind. You can't have anything that will shine or squeak or clink. Stick to rough silk or velvet. The important thing is not how many people you inhume, it's how many fail to inhume you.' He'd been moving at an unwise pace, which might assist now. As he arced over the emptiness of the alley he twisted in the air, thrust out his arms desperately, and felt his fingertips brush a ledge on the building opposite. It was enough to pivot him; he swung around, hit the crumbling brickwork with sufficient force to knock what remained of his breath out of him, and slid down the sheer wall. 'Boy!'
Teppic stared at them. Apart from the colours, their clothes were cut off the edge of the latest fashion, which was currently inclining towards wide hats, padded shoulders, narrow waists and pointed shoes and gave its followers the appearance of being very well-dressed nails.
I'm going to be like them, he told himself.
Although Teppic looked up. There was a senior assassin standing beside him, with a purple teaching sash over his robes. It was the first assassin he'd seen, apart from Vyrt. The man was pleasant enough. You could imagine him making sausages.
'Are you talking to me?' he said.probably better dressed, he added. He recalled Uncle Vyrt, sitting out on the steps overlooking the Djel on one of his brief, mysterious visits. 'Satin and leather are no good. Or jewellery of any kind. You can't have anything that will shine or squeak or clink. Stick to rough silk or velvet. The important thing is not how many people you inhume, it's how many fail to inhume you.' He'd been moving at an unwise pace, which might assist now. As he arced over the emptiness of the alley he twisted in the air, thrust out his arms desperately, and felt his fingertips brush a ledge on the building opposite. It was enough to pivot him; he swung around, hit the crumbling brickwork with sufficient force to knock what remained of his breath out of him, and slid down the sheer wall. 'Boy!'
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Evening
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'Witches just aren't like that,' said Magrat. 'We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it's wicked of them to say we don't. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.'
The other two looked at her with a certain amount of surprised admiration. She blushed, although not greenly, and looked atsort of thing,' said Granny, a little more firmly this time. 'We'd never hear the last of it.'
'Why don't we just change the words?' said Magrat. 'When they come back on stage we could just put the 'fluence on them so they forget what they're saying, and give them some new words.'
'I suppose you're an expert at theatre words?' said Granny sarcastically. 'They'd have her knees.'Goodie Whemper did a recipe,' she confessed. 'It's quite easy. What you do is, you get some lead, and you—''I don't think that would be appropriate,' said Granny carefully, after a certain amount of internal struggle. 'It could give people the wrong idea.''But not for long,' said Nanny wistfully.'No, we can't be having with that
'Witches just aren't like that,' said Magrat. 'We live in harmony with the great cycles of Nature, and do no harm to anyone, and it's wicked of them to say we don't. We ought to fill their bones with hot lead.'
The other two looked at her with a certain amount of surprised admiration. She blushed, although not greenly, and looked atsort of thing,' said Granny, a little more firmly this time. 'We'd never hear the last of it.'
'Why don't we just change the words?' said Magrat. 'When they come back on stage we could just put the 'fluence on them so they forget what they're saying, and give them some new words.'
'I suppose you're an expert at theatre words?' said Granny sarcastically. 'They'd have her knees.'Goodie Whemper did a recipe,' she confessed. 'It's quite easy. What you do is, you get some lead, and you—''I don't think that would be appropriate,' said Granny carefully, after a certain amount of internal struggle. 'It could give people the wrong idea.''But not for long,' said Nanny wistfully.'No, we can't be having with that
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Salvador Dali Manhattan Skyline
Salvador Dali Manhattan SkylineMartin Johnson Heade Cattleya Orchid and Three Brazilian HummingbirdsCaravaggio The Raising of LazarusCaravaggio Beheading of Saint John the BaptistJohannes Vermeer Woman with a Pearl Necklace
good, your graciousness,' said Nanny Ogg. She turned and observed the crowding ghosts behind him, who hadn't been granted the privilege of sitting at, or partly through, the kitchen table.
'But you lot can bugger off back to the outhouse,' she said. 'The cheek! Except the kiddies, they can stay,' she added. Nanny brightened up. 'Our Karen got married to an innkeeper from there,' she said. 'I haven't seen the baby yet. We could get free board and everything.'
'We needn't actually go. The whole point is that he should come here. There's something 'Poor little mites.''I am afraid it feels so good to be out of the castle,' said the king.Granny Weatherwax yawned.'Anyway,' she said, 'we've got to find the boy now. That's the next step.''We shall look for him directly after lunch.''Lunch?''It's chicken,' said Nanny. 'And you're tired. Besides, making a decent search will take a long time.''He'll be in Ankh-Morpork,' said Granny. 'Mark my words. Everyone ends up there. We'll start with Ankh-Morpork. You don't have to search for people when destiny is involved, you just wait for them in Ankh-Morpork.'
good, your graciousness,' said Nanny Ogg. She turned and observed the crowding ghosts behind him, who hadn't been granted the privilege of sitting at, or partly through, the kitchen table.
'But you lot can bugger off back to the outhouse,' she said. 'The cheek! Except the kiddies, they can stay,' she added. Nanny brightened up. 'Our Karen got married to an innkeeper from there,' she said. 'I haven't seen the baby yet. We could get free board and everything.'
'We needn't actually go. The whole point is that he should come here. There's something 'Poor little mites.''I am afraid it feels so good to be out of the castle,' said the king.Granny Weatherwax yawned.'Anyway,' she said, 'we've got to find the boy now. That's the next step.''We shall look for him directly after lunch.''Lunch?''It's chicken,' said Nanny. 'And you're tired. Besides, making a decent search will take a long time.''He'll be in Ankh-Morpork,' said Granny. 'Mark my words. Everyone ends up there. We'll start with Ankh-Morpork. You don't have to search for people when destiny is involved, you just wait for them in Ankh-Morpork.'
Monday, March 16, 2009
John Singleton Copley The Copley Family
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knew you when you were a gel,' said Nanny sullenly. 'Stuck-up, you were.'
'At least I spent most of the time upright,' said Granny. 'Disgustin', that was. Everyone thought so.'
'How would you know?' snapped Nanny.
'You were the talk of the whole village,' said Granny.
'And you were, too! They called you the Ice Maiden. Never knew that, did you?' sneered Nanny.
'I wouldn't sully my lips by sayin' what they called you,' shouted Granny.
'Oh yes?' shrieked Nanny. 'Well, let me tell you, my good woman—'
'Don't you dare talk to me in that tone of voice! I'm not anyone's good woman—'
'Right!'
There was'Madam!'
Thunder rolled in the distance. The permanent Lancre storm, after a trip through the foothills, had drifted back towards the mountains for a one-night stand. The last rays of sunset shone livid through the clouds, and fat drops of water began to thud on the witches' pointed hats. another silence while they stared at one another, nose to nose, but this silence was a whole quantum level of animosity higher than the last one; you could have roasted a turkey in the heat of this silence. There was no more shouting. Things had got far too bad for shouting. Now the voices came in low and full of menace.'I should have known better than to listen to Magrat,' growled Granny. 'This coven business is ridiculous. It attracts entirely the wrong sort of people.''I'm very glad we had this little talk,' hissed Nanny Ogg. 'Cleared the air.'She looked down.'And you're in my territory, madam.'
knew you when you were a gel,' said Nanny sullenly. 'Stuck-up, you were.'
'At least I spent most of the time upright,' said Granny. 'Disgustin', that was. Everyone thought so.'
'How would you know?' snapped Nanny.
'You were the talk of the whole village,' said Granny.
'And you were, too! They called you the Ice Maiden. Never knew that, did you?' sneered Nanny.
'I wouldn't sully my lips by sayin' what they called you,' shouted Granny.
'Oh yes?' shrieked Nanny. 'Well, let me tell you, my good woman—'
'Don't you dare talk to me in that tone of voice! I'm not anyone's good woman—'
'Right!'
There was'Madam!'
Thunder rolled in the distance. The permanent Lancre storm, after a trip through the foothills, had drifted back towards the mountains for a one-night stand. The last rays of sunset shone livid through the clouds, and fat drops of water began to thud on the witches' pointed hats. another silence while they stared at one another, nose to nose, but this silence was a whole quantum level of animosity higher than the last one; you could have roasted a turkey in the heat of this silence. There was no more shouting. Things had got far too bad for shouting. Now the voices came in low and full of menace.'I should have known better than to listen to Magrat,' growled Granny. 'This coven business is ridiculous. It attracts entirely the wrong sort of people.''I'm very glad we had this little talk,' hissed Nanny Ogg. 'Cleared the air.'She looked down.'And you're in my territory, madam.'
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Camille Pissarro Place du Theatre Francais
Camille Pissarro Place du Theatre FrancaisCamille Pissarro Landscape at ChaponvalSir Henry Raeburn Boy And RabbitJean Fragonard Young Girl ReadingJean Fragonard The Stolen Kiss
never did. I just encouraged . . . things to take their course.' Granny Weatherwax frowned. 'He didn't have no respect. Once people lose their respect, it means trouble.'
'Izzy wizzy wazzy, den.' ,
'That other man brought him out here to save him!' shouted Magrat. 'He wanted us to keep him safe! It's obvious! when she was unsure about things. Besides, they had retired to Magrat's cottage, and the decor was getting to her, because Magrat believed in Nature's wisdom and elves and the healing power of colours and the cycle of the seasons and a lot of other things Granny Weatherwax didn't have any truck with.It's destiny!''Oh, obvious,' said Granny. 'I'll grant you it's obvious. Trouble is, just because things are obvious doesn't mean they're true.'She weighed the crown in her hands. It felt very heavy, in a way that went beyond mere pounds and ounces.'Yes, but the point is—' Magrat began.'The point is,' said Granny, 'that people are going to come looking. Serious people. Serious looking. Pull-down-the-walls and burn-off-the-thatch looking. And—''Howsa boy, den?''—And, Gytha , I'm sure we'll all be a lot happier if you'd stop gurgling like that!' Granny snapped. She could feel her nerves coming on. Her nerves always played up
'You're not after telling me how to look after a child,' snapped Nanny Ogg mildly. 'And me with
never did. I just encouraged . . . things to take their course.' Granny Weatherwax frowned. 'He didn't have no respect. Once people lose their respect, it means trouble.'
'Izzy wizzy wazzy, den.' ,
'That other man brought him out here to save him!' shouted Magrat. 'He wanted us to keep him safe! It's obvious! when she was unsure about things. Besides, they had retired to Magrat's cottage, and the decor was getting to her, because Magrat believed in Nature's wisdom and elves and the healing power of colours and the cycle of the seasons and a lot of other things Granny Weatherwax didn't have any truck with.It's destiny!''Oh, obvious,' said Granny. 'I'll grant you it's obvious. Trouble is, just because things are obvious doesn't mean they're true.'She weighed the crown in her hands. It felt very heavy, in a way that went beyond mere pounds and ounces.'Yes, but the point is—' Magrat began.'The point is,' said Granny, 'that people are going to come looking. Serious people. Serious looking. Pull-down-the-walls and burn-off-the-thatch looking. And—''Howsa boy, den?''—And, Gytha , I'm sure we'll all be a lot happier if you'd stop gurgling like that!' Granny snapped. She could feel her nerves coming on. Her nerves always played up
'You're not after telling me how to look after a child,' snapped Nanny Ogg mildly. 'And me with
Friday, March 13, 2009
Edward Hopper First Row Orchestra
Edward Hopper First Row OrchestraEdward Hopper El PalacioEdward Hopper Dawn In Pennsylvania
'There's some kind of boy emperor,' said Mort. 'But the top man is really the Grand Vizier, I think.'
'Never his back and helped Ysabell down.
'Just don't get in the way, will you?' he said urgently. 'And don't ask questions either.'
He ran up some lacquered steps and hurried through the silent rooms, pausing occasionally to take his bearings from the hourglass. At last he sidled down a corridor and peered through an ornate lattice into a long low room where the Court was at its evening meal.trust a Grand Vizier,' said Ysabell wisely.In fact the Sun Emperor didn't. The Vizier, whose name was Nine Turning Mirrors, had some very clear views about who should run the country, e.g., that it should be him, and now the boy was getting big enough to ask questions like 'Don't you think the wall would look better with a few gates in it?' and 'Yes, but what is it like on the other side?' he had decided that in the Emperor's own best interests he should be painfully poisoned and buried in quicklime.Binky landed on the raked gravel outside the low, many-roomed palace, severely rearranging the harmony of the off
'There's some kind of boy emperor,' said Mort. 'But the top man is really the Grand Vizier, I think.'
'Never his back and helped Ysabell down.
'Just don't get in the way, will you?' he said urgently. 'And don't ask questions either.'
He ran up some lacquered steps and hurried through the silent rooms, pausing occasionally to take his bearings from the hourglass. At last he sidled down a corridor and peered through an ornate lattice into a long low room where the Court was at its evening meal.trust a Grand Vizier,' said Ysabell wisely.In fact the Sun Emperor didn't. The Vizier, whose name was Nine Turning Mirrors, had some very clear views about who should run the country, e.g., that it should be him, and now the boy was getting big enough to ask questions like 'Don't you think the wall would look better with a few gates in it?' and 'Yes, but what is it like on the other side?' he had decided that in the Emperor's own best interests he should be painfully poisoned and buried in quicklime.Binky landed on the raked gravel outside the low, many-roomed palace, severely rearranging the harmony of the off
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Sung Kim Overlook Cafe II
Sung Kim Overlook Cafe IISung Kim Overlook Cafe ISung Kim Escape
Death stood with the third glass in his hand, staring thoughtfully at the play of light across its surface. He sighed.
ONE so YOUNG. . . .
'Are you feeling all right, master?' said Albert, his voice full of concern.
TIME LIKE AN EVER-ROLLING STREAM BEARS ALL ITS. . . .
'Master!'
WHAT? said Death, snapping out of it. 'You've been overdoing it, master, that's what it is—'
WHAT ARE YOU BLATHERING ABOUT, MAN?
'You had a'Sadness, master. I think. Now —'
I AM SADNESS.
Albert stood with his mouth open. Finally he got a grip on himself long enough to blurt out, 'Master, we were talking about Mort!' bit of a funny turn there, master.'NONSENSE. I HAVE NEVER FELT BETTER. NOW, WHAT WERE WE TALKING ABOUT?Albert shrugged, and peered down at the entries in the book.'Goodie's a witch,' he said. 'She might get a bit annoyed if you send Mort.'All practitioners of magic earned the right, once their own personal sands had run out, of being claimed by Death himself rather than his minor functionaries.Death didn't appear to hear Albert. He was staring at Princess Keli's hourglass again.WHAT is THAT SENSE INSIDE YOUR HEAD OF WISTFUL REGRET THAT THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY APPARENTLY ARE?
MORT WHO?
Death stood with the third glass in his hand, staring thoughtfully at the play of light across its surface. He sighed.
ONE so YOUNG. . . .
'Are you feeling all right, master?' said Albert, his voice full of concern.
TIME LIKE AN EVER-ROLLING STREAM BEARS ALL ITS. . . .
'Master!'
WHAT? said Death, snapping out of it. 'You've been overdoing it, master, that's what it is—'
WHAT ARE YOU BLATHERING ABOUT, MAN?
'You had a'Sadness, master. I think. Now —'
I AM SADNESS.
Albert stood with his mouth open. Finally he got a grip on himself long enough to blurt out, 'Master, we were talking about Mort!' bit of a funny turn there, master.'NONSENSE. I HAVE NEVER FELT BETTER. NOW, WHAT WERE WE TALKING ABOUT?Albert shrugged, and peered down at the entries in the book.'Goodie's a witch,' he said. 'She might get a bit annoyed if you send Mort.'All practitioners of magic earned the right, once their own personal sands had run out, of being claimed by Death himself rather than his minor functionaries.Death didn't appear to hear Albert. He was staring at Princess Keli's hourglass again.WHAT is THAT SENSE INSIDE YOUR HEAD OF WISTFUL REGRET THAT THINGS ARE THE WAY THEY APPARENTLY ARE?
MORT WHO?
Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field with Crows
Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field with CrowsVincent van Gogh Mulberry TreeVincent van Gogh Bedroom Arles
'What I don't understand,' said father Lezek, 'is that the birds don't even fly away. I'd fly away, if I saw it coining towards me.'
'Ah. The human body's a wonderful thing. I mean, his legs go all over the place but there's a fair turn of speed there.'
Mort reached the end of a furrow. An overfull woodpigeon lurched slowly out of his way.
'His heart's in the right place, mind,' said Lezek, carefully.
'Ah. 'Courseyou could wish to meet, it's just that —'
'I know, I know,' said Lezek. 'He couldn't find his arse with both hands.'
They stared at the distant figure. It had fallen over. Some pigeons had waddled over to inspect it.
'He's not stupid, mind,' said Hamesh. 'Not what you'd call stupid.', 'tis the rest of him that isn't.''He's clean about the house. Doesn't eat much,' said Lezek.'No, I can see that.'Lezek looked sideways at his brother, who was staring fixedly at the sky.'I did hear you'd got a place going up at your farm, Hamesh,' he said.'Ah. Got an apprentice in, didn't I?''Ah,' said Lezek gloomily, 'when was that, then?''Yesterday,' said his brother, lying with rattlesnake speed. 'All signed and sealed. Sorry. Look, I got nothing against young Mort, see, he's as nice a boy as
'What I don't understand,' said father Lezek, 'is that the birds don't even fly away. I'd fly away, if I saw it coining towards me.'
'Ah. The human body's a wonderful thing. I mean, his legs go all over the place but there's a fair turn of speed there.'
Mort reached the end of a furrow. An overfull woodpigeon lurched slowly out of his way.
'His heart's in the right place, mind,' said Lezek, carefully.
'Ah. 'Courseyou could wish to meet, it's just that —'
'I know, I know,' said Lezek. 'He couldn't find his arse with both hands.'
They stared at the distant figure. It had fallen over. Some pigeons had waddled over to inspect it.
'He's not stupid, mind,' said Hamesh. 'Not what you'd call stupid.', 'tis the rest of him that isn't.''He's clean about the house. Doesn't eat much,' said Lezek.'No, I can see that.'Lezek looked sideways at his brother, who was staring fixedly at the sky.'I did hear you'd got a place going up at your farm, Hamesh,' he said.'Ah. Got an apprentice in, didn't I?''Ah,' said Lezek gloomily, 'when was that, then?''Yesterday,' said his brother, lying with rattlesnake speed. 'All signed and sealed. Sorry. Look, I got nothing against young Mort, see, he's as nice a boy as
Monday, March 9, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Stairway to Paradise
Thomas Kinkade Stairway to ParadiseThomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDERThomas Kinkade London
Granny waited until their footsteps had died away and took off her headscarf.
"Damn thing," she said. "Esk, go and listen at the door." She removed the towel from Simon's head and felt his temperature.
"It was very good of you to come," said Esk. "And you so busy with your work, and everything."
"Mmmph." Granny pursed her lips. She pulled up Simon's eyelids and sought his pulse. She laid an ear on his xylophone chest and listened to his heart. She sat for some time quite motionless, probing around inside his head.
She frowned.
"Is he "What do you mean?"
"Listen to the child," said Granny. "You'd think I taught her nothing. I mean his mind's Wandering. He's gone Out of his Head."
She looked at Simon's body with something verging on admiration.all right?" said Esk anxiously. Granny looked at the stone walls. "Drat this place," she said. "It's no place for sick people." "Yes, but is he all right?" "What?" Granny was startled out of her thoughts. "Oh. Yes. Probably. Wherever he is." Esk stared at her, and then at Simon's body. Granny, simply. "Quite surprisin', really," she added. "I never yet met a wizard who could Borrow."
Granny waited until their footsteps had died away and took off her headscarf.
"Damn thing," she said. "Esk, go and listen at the door." She removed the towel from Simon's head and felt his temperature.
"It was very good of you to come," said Esk. "And you so busy with your work, and everything."
"Mmmph." Granny pursed her lips. She pulled up Simon's eyelids and sought his pulse. She laid an ear on his xylophone chest and listened to his heart. She sat for some time quite motionless, probing around inside his head.
She frowned.
"Is he "What do you mean?"
"Listen to the child," said Granny. "You'd think I taught her nothing. I mean his mind's Wandering. He's gone Out of his Head."
She looked at Simon's body with something verging on admiration.all right?" said Esk anxiously. Granny looked at the stone walls. "Drat this place," she said. "It's no place for sick people." "Yes, but is he all right?" "What?" Granny was startled out of her thoughts. "Oh. Yes. Probably. Wherever he is." Esk stared at her, and then at Simon's body. Granny, simply. "Quite surprisin', really," she added. "I never yet met a wizard who could Borrow."
Leonardo da Vinci Annunciation
Leonardo da Vinci AnnunciationThomas Kinkade Seaside VillageThomas Kinkade Bridge of Hope
Granny strode up to the tree until her hooked nose was level with Esk's.
"Turning people into pigs is not allowed," she hissed. "Even brothers."
"I his only daughter.
"She did this?"
"Yes. Or it was done through her," said Granny, looking suspiciously at the staff.
"Oh." Smith looked at his fifth son. He had to admit that the shape suited him. He reached out without looking and fetched the screaming Cern a thump on the back of his head.
"Can you turn him back again?" he asked. Granny spun around and glared the question at Esk, who shrugged.
"He didn't believe I could do magic," she said calmly.
"Yes, well, I think you've made the point," said Granny. "And now you will turn him back, madam. This instant. Do you hear?"
"Don't want to. He was rude."
"I see."didn't do it, it just happened. Anyway, you must admit it's a better shape for him," said Esk evenly. "What's going on?" said Smith. "Where's Gulta? What's this pig doing here?" "This pig", said Granny Weatherwax, "is your son." There was a sigh from Esk's mother as she collapsed gently backwards, but Smith was slightly less unprepared. He looked sharply from Gulta, who had managed to untangle himself from his clothing and was now rooting enthusiastically among the early windfalls, to
Granny strode up to the tree until her hooked nose was level with Esk's.
"Turning people into pigs is not allowed," she hissed. "Even brothers."
"I his only daughter.
"She did this?"
"Yes. Or it was done through her," said Granny, looking suspiciously at the staff.
"Oh." Smith looked at his fifth son. He had to admit that the shape suited him. He reached out without looking and fetched the screaming Cern a thump on the back of his head.
"Can you turn him back again?" he asked. Granny spun around and glared the question at Esk, who shrugged.
"He didn't believe I could do magic," she said calmly.
"Yes, well, I think you've made the point," said Granny. "And now you will turn him back, madam. This instant. Do you hear?"
"Don't want to. He was rude."
"I see."didn't do it, it just happened. Anyway, you must admit it's a better shape for him," said Esk evenly. "What's going on?" said Smith. "Where's Gulta? What's this pig doing here?" "This pig", said Granny Weatherwax, "is your son." There was a sigh from Esk's mother as she collapsed gently backwards, but Smith was slightly less unprepared. He looked sharply from Gulta, who had managed to untangle himself from his clothing and was now rooting enthusiastically among the early windfalls, to
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Franz Marc Fate of the Animals
Franz Marc Fate of the AnimalsFranz Marc fate animalsFranz Marc Blue Horse
Me and Mr. Billet have things to talk about." He waved his hammer vaguely and, one after another, craning over their shoulders in case the wizard did anything interesting, the audience departed.
The smith drew a couple of stools from under a bench. He took a bottle out of a cupboard by the water tank and poured a couple of very small glasses of clear liquid.
The two men sat and watched the rain and the mist rolling over the bridge. Then the smith said: "I know what son you mean. Old Granny is up with my wife now. Eighth son of an eighth son, of course. It did cross my mind but I never gave it much thought, to be honest. Well, well. A wizard in the family, eh?"
"You "Oh yes." The cat purred as the fingers tickled it behind the ear.
The smith looked embarrassed. "When?"
The wizard thought for a moment. "In about six minutes' time."
"Oh."catch on very quickly," said Billet. The white cat jumped down from its perch, sauntered across the floor and vaulted into the wizard's lap, where it curled up. His thin fingers stroked it absentmindedly. "Well, well," said the smith again. "A wizard in Bad Ass, eh?" "Possibly, possibly," said Billet. "Of course, he'll have to go to University first. He may do very well, of course." The smith considered the idea from all angles, and decided he liked it a lot. A thought struck him. "Hang on," he said. "I'm trying to remember what my father told me. A wizard who knows he's going to die can sort of pass on his sort of wizardness to a sort of successor, right?" "I have never heard it put so succinctly, yes," said the wizard. "So you're going to sort of die?"
Me and Mr. Billet have things to talk about." He waved his hammer vaguely and, one after another, craning over their shoulders in case the wizard did anything interesting, the audience departed.
The smith drew a couple of stools from under a bench. He took a bottle out of a cupboard by the water tank and poured a couple of very small glasses of clear liquid.
The two men sat and watched the rain and the mist rolling over the bridge. Then the smith said: "I know what son you mean. Old Granny is up with my wife now. Eighth son of an eighth son, of course. It did cross my mind but I never gave it much thought, to be honest. Well, well. A wizard in the family, eh?"
"You "Oh yes." The cat purred as the fingers tickled it behind the ear.
The smith looked embarrassed. "When?"
The wizard thought for a moment. "In about six minutes' time."
"Oh."catch on very quickly," said Billet. The white cat jumped down from its perch, sauntered across the floor and vaulted into the wizard's lap, where it curled up. His thin fingers stroked it absentmindedly. "Well, well," said the smith again. "A wizard in Bad Ass, eh?" "Possibly, possibly," said Billet. "Of course, he'll have to go to University first. He may do very well, of course." The smith considered the idea from all angles, and decided he liked it a lot. A thought struck him. "Hang on," he said. "I'm trying to remember what my father told me. A wizard who knows he's going to die can sort of pass on his sort of wizardness to a sort of successor, right?" "I have never heard it put so succinctly, yes," said the wizard. "So you're going to sort of die?"
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Jean-Honore Fragonard l'aurore
Jean-Honore Fragonard l'auroreJean-Honore Fragonard Cephale et ProcrisEdgar Degas DancerWilliam Beard So You Wanna Get Married
He held up his latest work in a pair of tweezers.
'The strangest thing I have ever made,' he said, 'but practical, I can see that. What did you say they were called again?'
'Din-chewersh,' said Cohen. He looked at the horseshoe shapes nestling in the wrinkled palm of his hand, then opened his mouth and made a series of painful grunting noises.
The door meaty noise, and he half-turned to bring the full force of an elbow into the kidneys as the leader collapsed around his private universe of pain.
'Three,' he told the ball of agony on the floor. Cohen had heard of fighting fair, and had long ago decided he wanted no part of it.
He looked up at the other men, and flashed his incredible srnile.burst open. The men strode in and took up positions around the walls. They were sweating and uncertain, but their leader pushed Cohen aside disdainfully and picked up the dwarf by his shirt.'We tole you yesterday, small stuff,' he said. 'You go ut feet down or feet up, we don't mind. So now we gonna get really —.'Cohen tapped him on the shoulder. The man looked around irritably.'What do you want, grandad?' he snarled.Cohen paused until he had the man's full attention, and then he smiled. It was a slow, lazy smile, unveiling about 300 carats of mouth jewellery that seemed to light up the room.'I will count to three,' he said, in a friendly tone of voice. 'One. Two.' His bony knee came up and buried itself in the man's groin with a satisfyingly
He held up his latest work in a pair of tweezers.
'The strangest thing I have ever made,' he said, 'but practical, I can see that. What did you say they were called again?'
'Din-chewersh,' said Cohen. He looked at the horseshoe shapes nestling in the wrinkled palm of his hand, then opened his mouth and made a series of painful grunting noises.
The door meaty noise, and he half-turned to bring the full force of an elbow into the kidneys as the leader collapsed around his private universe of pain.
'Three,' he told the ball of agony on the floor. Cohen had heard of fighting fair, and had long ago decided he wanted no part of it.
He looked up at the other men, and flashed his incredible srnile.burst open. The men strode in and took up positions around the walls. They were sweating and uncertain, but their leader pushed Cohen aside disdainfully and picked up the dwarf by his shirt.'We tole you yesterday, small stuff,' he said. 'You go ut feet down or feet up, we don't mind. So now we gonna get really —.'Cohen tapped him on the shoulder. The man looked around irritably.'What do you want, grandad?' he snarled.Cohen paused until he had the man's full attention, and then he smiled. It was a slow, lazy smile, unveiling about 300 carats of mouth jewellery that seemed to light up the room.'I will count to three,' he said, in a friendly tone of voice. 'One. Two.' His bony knee came up and buried itself in the man's groin with a satisfyingly
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
William Bouguereau Yvonne
William Bouguereau YvonneWilliam Bouguereau Le JourWilliam Bouguereau DawnWilliam Bouguereau Dante and Virgil in Hell
'Dead?' said Rincewind, In the debating chamber of his mind a dozen emotions got to their feet and started shouting. Relief was in full spate when Shock cut in on a point of order and then Bewilderment, Terror and Loss started a from the ranks behind him which roughly meant that however far away Rincewind was he couldn't be further than a nice hot bath, a good meal and a warm bed.
Then the wizard who was tramping along in the rear stopped and said, 'Listen!'
They listened. There were the subtle sounds of winter beginning to close its grip on the land, the creak of rocks, the muted scuffling of small creatures in their tunnels under the blanket of snow. In a distant forest a wolf howled, felt embarrassed when no-one joined in, and stopped. There was the silver sleeting sound of moonlight. There was also the wheezing noise of half a dozen wizards trying to breathe quietly.
'I can't hear a thing—' one began.fight which was ended only when Shame slunk in from next door to see what all the row was about.'No,' said Cohen thoughtfully, 'not exshactly. Just – gone.''Gone where?''I don't know,' said Cohen, 'but I have a map.' Far out on the snowfield half a dozen pinpoints of red light glowed in the shadows.'He's not far away,' said the leading wizard, peering into a small crystal sphere.There was general mutter
'Dead?' said Rincewind, In the debating chamber of his mind a dozen emotions got to their feet and started shouting. Relief was in full spate when Shock cut in on a point of order and then Bewilderment, Terror and Loss started a from the ranks behind him which roughly meant that however far away Rincewind was he couldn't be further than a nice hot bath, a good meal and a warm bed.
Then the wizard who was tramping along in the rear stopped and said, 'Listen!'
They listened. There were the subtle sounds of winter beginning to close its grip on the land, the creak of rocks, the muted scuffling of small creatures in their tunnels under the blanket of snow. In a distant forest a wolf howled, felt embarrassed when no-one joined in, and stopped. There was the silver sleeting sound of moonlight. There was also the wheezing noise of half a dozen wizards trying to breathe quietly.
'I can't hear a thing—' one began.fight which was ended only when Shame slunk in from next door to see what all the row was about.'No,' said Cohen thoughtfully, 'not exshactly. Just – gone.''Gone where?''I don't know,' said Cohen, 'but I have a map.' Far out on the snowfield half a dozen pinpoints of red light glowed in the shadows.'He's not far away,' said the leading wizard, peering into a small crystal sphere.There was general mutter
Monday, March 2, 2009
Andy Warhol One Blue Pussy
Andy Warhol One Blue PussyAndy Warhol MarilynAndy Warhol Flowers Red 1964Andy Warhol Fiesta Pig
nuts look very much like acorns, in fact. They can fool practically anybody.'
'Gosh,' said Twoflower, and, What's that bush over there, then?'
'Mistletoe.'
'But it's got . They were, indeed, very big, and had red and white spotted caps. They were in fact a variety that the local shaman (who at this point was some miles away, making friends with a rock) would only eat after first attaching one leg to a large stone with a rope. There was nothing for it but to go out in the rain and look at them.
He knelt down in the leafmould and peered under the cap. After a while he said weakly, 'No, no good to eat at all.'
'Why?' called Twoflower. 'Are the gills the wrong shade of yellow?'thorns and red berries!''Well?' said Rincewind sternly, and stared hard at him. Twoflower broke first.'Nothing,' he said meekly. 'I must have been misinformed.''Right.''But there's some big mushrooms under it. Can you eat them?'Rincewind looked at them cautiously
nuts look very much like acorns, in fact. They can fool practically anybody.'
'Gosh,' said Twoflower, and, What's that bush over there, then?'
'Mistletoe.'
'But it's got . They were, indeed, very big, and had red and white spotted caps. They were in fact a variety that the local shaman (who at this point was some miles away, making friends with a rock) would only eat after first attaching one leg to a large stone with a rope. There was nothing for it but to go out in the rain and look at them.
He knelt down in the leafmould and peered under the cap. After a while he said weakly, 'No, no good to eat at all.'
'Why?' called Twoflower. 'Are the gills the wrong shade of yellow?'thorns and red berries!''Well?' said Rincewind sternly, and stared hard at him. Twoflower broke first.'Nothing,' he said meekly. 'I must have been misinformed.''Right.''But there's some big mushrooms under it. Can you eat them?'Rincewind looked at them cautiously
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Vincent van Gogh The Night Cafe in the Place Lamartine in Arles
Vincent van Gogh The Night Cafe in the Place Lamartine in ArlesVincent van Gogh The good Samaritan DelacroixVincent van Gogh A Novel ReaderLeonardo da Vinci The Virgin and Child With St Anne
dropped the tray she was holding and screamed.
It sounded like the sort of scream that brings muscular help. Rincewind, awash with fear-distilled adrenalin, turned and lights. Among the lights, in contoured chairs, were four men who were now staring at him open-mouthed. As he stared back he saw their gazes dart sideways. Rincewind turned slowly. Beside him was a fifth man - youngish, bearded, as swarthy as the nomad folk of the Great Nef.
"Where am I?" said the wizard. "in the belly barged past her. There were more seats here, and the people in them ducked as he dragged Twoflower urgently along the central gangway. Beyond the rows of seats were little windows. Beyond the windows, against a background of fleecy clouds, was a dragon's wing. It was silver.I've been eaten by a dragon, he thought. That's ridiculous, he replied, you can't see out of dragons. Then his shoulder hit the door at the far end of the tunnel, and he followed it through into a cone-shaped room that was even stranger than the tunnel.It was full of tiny glittering
dropped the tray she was holding and screamed.
It sounded like the sort of scream that brings muscular help. Rincewind, awash with fear-distilled adrenalin, turned and lights. Among the lights, in contoured chairs, were four men who were now staring at him open-mouthed. As he stared back he saw their gazes dart sideways. Rincewind turned slowly. Beside him was a fifth man - youngish, bearded, as swarthy as the nomad folk of the Great Nef.
"Where am I?" said the wizard. "in the belly barged past her. There were more seats here, and the people in them ducked as he dragged Twoflower urgently along the central gangway. Beyond the rows of seats were little windows. Beyond the windows, against a background of fleecy clouds, was a dragon's wing. It was silver.I've been eaten by a dragon, he thought. That's ridiculous, he replied, you can't see out of dragons. Then his shoulder hit the door at the far end of the tunnel, and he followed it through into a cone-shaped room that was even stranger than the tunnel.It was full of tiny glittering
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