Jack Vettriano Jealous HeartJack Vettriano Incident On The PromenadeJack Vettriano in the heat of the day
'He'll say ook.'
'Anyway, that piano's going to need some work.'
'Yeah,' said Cliff. 'Like, I saw once where dis guy made stuff out of matches. He could repair it.'
A couple of dollars became two lamb kormas and pitchblende vindaloo at the Curry Gardens, along with a bottle of wine so chemical that even trolls could drink it.
'And after this,' said knows about pianos.'
'Magic,' said Cliff.
'Of course magic,' said Glod. 'That's what I keep saying. AGlod, as they sat down to wait for the food, 'we'll find somewhere else to stay.''What wrong with your place?' said Cliff.'It's too draughty. It's got a piano‑shaped hole in the door.''Yes, but you put it there.''So what?''Won't the landlord object?''Of course he'll object. That's what landlords are for. Anyway, we're on the up and up, lads. I can feel it in my water.''I thought you were just happy to get paid,' said Buddy.'Right. Right. But I'm even happier to get paid a lot.'The guitar hummed. Buddy picked it up, and plucked a string.Glod dropped his knife.'That sounded like a piano!' he said.'I think it can sound like anything,' said Buddy. 'And now it
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
Monday, 11 May 2009
Georges Seurat The Circus
Georges Seurat The CircusGeorges Seurat Le ChahutWilliam Blake NebuchadnezzarWilliam Blake Jacob's LadderVincent van Gogh The Olive Trees
'I'd complain to the Guild, if I was you,' said Hibiscus.
The trio looked at the money. It looked very impressive to people whose last meal had been twenty‑four hours ago. It wasn't Guild rate. On the other hand, it had been a long twenty‑four hours.
'If you come back tomorrow,' said Hibiscus, 'I'll make it . . . six dollars, how about that?'
'Oh, wow,' loaded crossbows by his bed. He was a kind man and probably wouldn't shoot you in both ears.
That sort of consideration encouraged a more patient
type of wizard. Everyone dies sooner or later. They could wait.
Ridcully took stock and found his first impression was mistakensaid Glod.Mustrum Ridcully was jolted upright in bed, because the bed itself was being gently vibrated across the floor.So it had happened at last!They were out to get him.The tradition of promotion in the University by filling dead men's shoes, sometimes by firstly ensuring the death of the man in those shoes, had lately ceased. This was largely because of Ridcully himself, who was big and kept himself in trim and, as three latenight aspirants to the Archchancellorship had found, also had very good hearing. They had been variously hung out of the window by their ankles, knocked unconscious with a shovel, and had their arm broken in two places. Besides, Ridcully was known to sleep with two
'I'd complain to the Guild, if I was you,' said Hibiscus.
The trio looked at the money. It looked very impressive to people whose last meal had been twenty‑four hours ago. It wasn't Guild rate. On the other hand, it had been a long twenty‑four hours.
'If you come back tomorrow,' said Hibiscus, 'I'll make it . . . six dollars, how about that?'
'Oh, wow,' loaded crossbows by his bed. He was a kind man and probably wouldn't shoot you in both ears.
That sort of consideration encouraged a more patient
type of wizard. Everyone dies sooner or later. They could wait.
Ridcully took stock and found his first impression was mistakensaid Glod.Mustrum Ridcully was jolted upright in bed, because the bed itself was being gently vibrated across the floor.So it had happened at last!They were out to get him.The tradition of promotion in the University by filling dead men's shoes, sometimes by firstly ensuring the death of the man in those shoes, had lately ceased. This was largely because of Ridcully himself, who was big and kept himself in trim and, as three latenight aspirants to the Archchancellorship had found, also had very good hearing. They had been variously hung out of the window by their ankles, knocked unconscious with a shovel, and had their arm broken in two places. Besides, Ridcully was known to sleep with two
Wednesday, 6 May 2009
Francisco de Goya Blind Man's Buff
Francisco de Goya Blind Man's Buffchilde hassam Wayside Inn Sudbury MassachusettsEdgar Degas Cafe Concert Singer
looked at the limp shape in his hands.
He laid it carefully on a bench, without saying a word, and went and sat in a corner. While the others gathered round the mortal remains of Acting-Constable Cuddy, the troll removed his homemade cooling helmet and sat staring at it, turning it over and staring at it without seeing it for some time.
He tugged at it. It was a strip of black cloth.
'Assassins wear that,' said Colon blankly.
'So do lots of other people,' said Ridcully. 'Black's black.'
'You're right,' said Vimes. 'Taking any action on the basis of this would be premature. You know, it'd probably get me fired.'
He waved the cloth in front of Lord Vetinari.over in his hands.'He was on the floor,' said Sergeant Colon, leaning against the doorframe. 'He must have been pushed off the stairs right at the top. Someone else was in there, too Must've shinned down a rope and caught me a right bang on the side of the head.''Being pushed down the Tower's not worth it for a shilling,' said Carrot, vaguely.It was better when the dragon came, thought Vimes After it'd killed someone it was at least still a dragon. It went somewhere else but you could say: that's a dragon, that is. It couldn't nip over a wall and become just another person. You always knew what you were fighting. You didn't have to—'What's that in Cuddy's hand?' he said. He realized he'd been
looked at the limp shape in his hands.
He laid it carefully on a bench, without saying a word, and went and sat in a corner. While the others gathered round the mortal remains of Acting-Constable Cuddy, the troll removed his homemade cooling helmet and sat staring at it, turning it over and staring at it without seeing it for some time.
He tugged at it. It was a strip of black cloth.
'Assassins wear that,' said Colon blankly.
'So do lots of other people,' said Ridcully. 'Black's black.'
'You're right,' said Vimes. 'Taking any action on the basis of this would be premature. You know, it'd probably get me fired.'
He waved the cloth in front of Lord Vetinari.over in his hands.'He was on the floor,' said Sergeant Colon, leaning against the doorframe. 'He must have been pushed off the stairs right at the top. Someone else was in there, too Must've shinned down a rope and caught me a right bang on the side of the head.''Being pushed down the Tower's not worth it for a shilling,' said Carrot, vaguely.It was better when the dragon came, thought Vimes After it'd killed someone it was at least still a dragon. It went somewhere else but you could say: that's a dragon, that is. It couldn't nip over a wall and become just another person. You always knew what you were fighting. You didn't have to—'What's that in Cuddy's hand?' he said. He realized he'd been
Leonardo da Vinci picture of the last supper
Leonardo da Vinci picture of the last supperLeonardo da Vinci original picture of the last supperRaphael Deposition of ChristGeorge Frederick Watts Pablo and Francesca
BURIED. THE ONES I MEET AFTER THEY'VE BEEN BURIED TEND TO BE A BIT OVER-EXCITED AND DISINCLINED TO DISCUSS THINGS.
Cuddy folded his arms.
'If I'm not going to be properly buried,' he said, 'I ain't going. My tortured soul will walk the world in torment.'
IT DOESN'T HAVE TO.
'It can if it wants to,' snapped the ghost of Cuddy.
'Detritus! You haven't got time to ooze! Get over to the Tower! Take some people with you!'
Vimes reached the loose . . .
'We can handle it, sir,' said Carrot. 'I've got men on the roofs, and—'
'Shut up! Stay here! That's an order!' Vimes fumbled in his pouch and hung his badge on his torn jacket. 'Hey, you . . . Pyjama! I need a sword!'doorway of the Great Hall with the Patrician over his shoulder and Carrot stumbling along behind him. The wizards were clustered around the door. Big heavy drops of rain were beginning to fall, hissing on the hot stones.Ridcully rolled up his sleeves.'Hell's bells! What did that to his leg?''That's the gonne for you! Sort him out! And Corporal Carrot too!''There's no need,' said Vetinari, trying to smile and stand up. 'It's just a flesh—'The leg collapsed under him.Vimes blinked. He'd never expected this. The Patrician was the man who always had the answers, who was never surprised. Vimes had a sense that history was flapping
Pyjama looked sullen.
'I only take orders from Corporal Carrot—'
BURIED. THE ONES I MEET AFTER THEY'VE BEEN BURIED TEND TO BE A BIT OVER-EXCITED AND DISINCLINED TO DISCUSS THINGS.
Cuddy folded his arms.
'If I'm not going to be properly buried,' he said, 'I ain't going. My tortured soul will walk the world in torment.'
IT DOESN'T HAVE TO.
'It can if it wants to,' snapped the ghost of Cuddy.
'Detritus! You haven't got time to ooze! Get over to the Tower! Take some people with you!'
Vimes reached the loose . . .
'We can handle it, sir,' said Carrot. 'I've got men on the roofs, and—'
'Shut up! Stay here! That's an order!' Vimes fumbled in his pouch and hung his badge on his torn jacket. 'Hey, you . . . Pyjama! I need a sword!'doorway of the Great Hall with the Patrician over his shoulder and Carrot stumbling along behind him. The wizards were clustered around the door. Big heavy drops of rain were beginning to fall, hissing on the hot stones.Ridcully rolled up his sleeves.'Hell's bells! What did that to his leg?''That's the gonne for you! Sort him out! And Corporal Carrot too!''There's no need,' said Vetinari, trying to smile and stand up. 'It's just a flesh—'The leg collapsed under him.Vimes blinked. He'd never expected this. The Patrician was the man who always had the answers, who was never surprised. Vimes had a sense that history was flapping
Pyjama looked sullen.
'I only take orders from Corporal Carrot—'
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
William Bouguereau The Wave
William Bouguereau The WaveWilliam Bouguereau RestWilliam Bouguereau The Rapture of Psyche
of Quirm knew about inspirations. One of his earliest inventions was an earthed metal nightcap, worn ini the hope that the damn things would stop leaving their white-hot trails across his tortured imagination. It seldom worked. He knew the shame .
He was a model prisoner. Give him enough wood, wire, paint and above all give him paper and pencils, and he stayed put.
The Patrician moved a stack of drawings and sat down.
'These are good,' he said. 'What are they?'of waking up to find the sheets covered with nocturnal sketches of unfamiliar siege engines and novel designs for apple-peeling machines.The da Quirms had been quite rich and young Leonard had been to a great many schools, where he had absorbed a ragbag of information despite his habit of staring out of the window and sketching the flight of birds. Leonard was one of those unfortunate individuals whose fate it was to be fascinated by the world, the taste, shape and movement of it . . .He fascinated Lord Vetinari as well, which is why he was still alive. Some things are so perfect of their type that they are hard to destroy. One of a kind is always special
of Quirm knew about inspirations. One of his earliest inventions was an earthed metal nightcap, worn ini the hope that the damn things would stop leaving their white-hot trails across his tortured imagination. It seldom worked. He knew the shame .
He was a model prisoner. Give him enough wood, wire, paint and above all give him paper and pencils, and he stayed put.
The Patrician moved a stack of drawings and sat down.
'These are good,' he said. 'What are they?'of waking up to find the sheets covered with nocturnal sketches of unfamiliar siege engines and novel designs for apple-peeling machines.The da Quirms had been quite rich and young Leonard had been to a great many schools, where he had absorbed a ragbag of information despite his habit of staring out of the window and sketching the flight of birds. Leonard was one of those unfortunate individuals whose fate it was to be fascinated by the world, the taste, shape and movement of it . . .He fascinated Lord Vetinari as well, which is why he was still alive. Some things are so perfect of their type that they are hard to destroy. One of a kind is always special
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Franz Marc Turm der blauen Pferde
Franz Marc Turm der blauen PferdeFranz Marc Der TraumFranz Marc Blaues Pferdchen
in the city.
It was certainly overpowering.
Angua could see the thing, for wossname's sake as it might be, but I s'pose there's no chance of me sniffing—'
'None.'
'Just askin'. No offence meant.'
Angua wrinkled her muzzle.several hours of Elm Street all in one go. The mugger's fear was a fading orange line. Carrot's trail was an expanding pale green cloud, with an edge that suggested- he was slightly worried; there were additional tones of old leather and armour polish. Other trails, faint or powerful, crisscrossed the street.There was one that smelled like an old privy carpet.'Yo, bitch,' said a voice behind her.She turned her head. Gaspode looked no better through canine vision, except that he was at the centre of a cloud of mixed odours.'Oh. It's you.'' 'S'right,' said Gaspode, feverishly scratching himself. He gave her a hopeful look. 'Just askin', you understand, just gettin' it over with right now, for the look of
in the city.
It was certainly overpowering.
Angua could see the thing, for wossname's sake as it might be, but I s'pose there's no chance of me sniffing—'
'None.'
'Just askin'. No offence meant.'
Angua wrinkled her muzzle.several hours of Elm Street all in one go. The mugger's fear was a fading orange line. Carrot's trail was an expanding pale green cloud, with an edge that suggested- he was slightly worried; there were additional tones of old leather and armour polish. Other trails, faint or powerful, crisscrossed the street.There was one that smelled like an old privy carpet.'Yo, bitch,' said a voice behind her.She turned her head. Gaspode looked no better through canine vision, except that he was at the centre of a cloud of mixed odours.'Oh. It's you.'' 'S'right,' said Gaspode, feverishly scratching himself. He gave her a hopeful look. 'Just askin', you understand, just gettin' it over with right now, for the look of
Monday, 27 April 2009
Franz Marc Fate of the Animals
Franz Marc Fate of the AnimalsFranz Marc fate animalsFranz Marc Blue Horse
point was that Sybil Ramkin hardly ever had to buy anything. The mansion was full of this big, solid furniture, bought by Dragons was built with very, very thick walls and a very, very lightweight roof, an idiosyncrasy of architecture normally only found elsewhere in firework factories.
And this is because the natural condition of the common swamp dragon is to be chronically ill, and the natural state of an unhealthy dragon is to be laminated across the walls, floor and ceiling of whatever room it is in. A swamp dragon is a badly run, dangerously unstable chemical factory one step from disaster. One quite small step.
It has been speculated that its habit of exploding violently when angry, excitedher ancestors. It never wore out. She had whole boxes full of jewellery which just seemed to have accumulated over the centuries. Vimes had seen a wine cellar that a regiment of speleologists could get so happily drunk in that they wouldn't mind that they'd got lost without trace.Lady Sybil Ramkin lived quite comfortably from day to day by spending, Vimes estimated, about half as much as he did. But she spent a lot more on dragons.The Sunshine Sanctuary for Sick
point was that Sybil Ramkin hardly ever had to buy anything. The mansion was full of this big, solid furniture, bought by Dragons was built with very, very thick walls and a very, very lightweight roof, an idiosyncrasy of architecture normally only found elsewhere in firework factories.
And this is because the natural condition of the common swamp dragon is to be chronically ill, and the natural state of an unhealthy dragon is to be laminated across the walls, floor and ceiling of whatever room it is in. A swamp dragon is a badly run, dangerously unstable chemical factory one step from disaster. One quite small step.
It has been speculated that its habit of exploding violently when angry, excitedher ancestors. It never wore out. She had whole boxes full of jewellery which just seemed to have accumulated over the centuries. Vimes had seen a wine cellar that a regiment of speleologists could get so happily drunk in that they wouldn't mind that they'd got lost without trace.Lady Sybil Ramkin lived quite comfortably from day to day by spending, Vimes estimated, about half as much as he did. But she spent a lot more on dragons.The Sunshine Sanctuary for Sick
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