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
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'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
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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
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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—'
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