Amedeo Modigliani Nude Sdraiato

Amedeo Modigliani Nude SdraiatoAmedeo Modigliani Caryatid 1Alphonse Maria Mucha Winter
given that most prospective worshippers were impaled, squashed, poisoned or sliced by booby-traps even before making it as far as the little box and the jolly drawing of a thermometer’ outside the vestry. They were playing Cripple Mr Onion on the high altar, beneath the very shadow of the jewel-encrusted statue of Offler Himself, when they heard the distant creak of the main door.
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‘Right.’ The High Priest peered at his cards.’OK, I’ll see your two peb-‘ There was the faint sound of footsteps.
‘Chap with a whip got as far as the big sharp spikes last week,’ said the low priest.
There was a sound like the flushing of a very old dry lavatory. The footsteps stopped.
The High Priest smiled to himself.
‘Right,’ he said.’See your two pebbles and raise you two pebblesPriest didn’t look up.“Lost Jewelled Temple Roof Repair Fund! Only 6,000 gold pieces to go!! ‘Heyup.’ he said. ‘Another one for the big rolling ball, then.’ There was a thump and a rumbling, grinding sound. And then a very final bang.‘Now,’ said the High Priest. ‘What was the stake?’‘Two pebbles,’ said the low priest