Jack Vettriano Only the deepest Red IIJack Vettriano Only the deepest Red IJack Vettriano One Moment in Time
then . . . and then . . . it wasn't a din any more.
It was like that nonsense about white light that the young wizards in the High Energy Magic Building went on about. They said that all the colours together made up white, which was bloody nonsense as far as Ridcully was concerned, because everyoneit with his other foot.
Then he watched the troll carry the beat and hammer the rocks until the walls shook. The Librarian's fingers swooped along the keyboard. Then his toes did the same. And all the time the guitar hooted and screamed and sang out the melody.
The wizards were bouncing in their seats and twirling their fingers in the air.
Ridcully leaned over to the Bursar and screamed at him.
'What?' shouted the Bursar.
'I said, they've all gone mad except me and you!'
'What?'
'It's the music!' knew that if you mixed up all the colours you could get your hands on, you got a sort of greeny‑brown mess which certainly wasn't any kind of white. But now he had a vague idea what they meant.All this noise, this mess of music, suddenly came together and there was a new music inside it.The Dean's quiff was quivering.The whole crowd was moving.Ridcully realized his foot was tapping. He stamped on
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Caravaggio St Jerome
Caravaggio St JeromeCaravaggio NarcissusCaravaggio Madonna di LoretoThomas Moran Grand Canyon
'Don't, I mean DON'T ASK ME,' said Susan.
The Valkyrie reached down and hauled the warrior across her saddle.
'Just keep quiet, 'What,' said Susan, 'was all that about?'
There was a flurry of wings. The raven alighted on the head of the recently departed Volf.
'Well, these guys believe that if you die in battle some big fat singing horned women carry you off to a sort of giant feast hall where you gobble yourself silly for the rest of eternity,' said the raven. It belched genteelly. 'Damn stupid idea, really.'
'But it just happened!'there's a good chap,' she said.She stared thoughtfully at Susan.'Are you a soprano?' she said.'Pardon?''Can you sing at all, gel? Only we could do with another soprano. Far too many mezzo‑sopranos around these days.''I'm not very musical, I'm sorry.''Oh, well. Just a thought. Must be going.' She threw back her head. The mighty breastplate heaved. 'Hi‑jo‑to! Ho!'The horse reared, and galloped into the sky. Before it reached the clouds it shrank to a gleaming pinpoint, which winked.
'Don't, I mean DON'T ASK ME,' said Susan.
The Valkyrie reached down and hauled the warrior across her saddle.
'Just keep quiet, 'What,' said Susan, 'was all that about?'
There was a flurry of wings. The raven alighted on the head of the recently departed Volf.
'Well, these guys believe that if you die in battle some big fat singing horned women carry you off to a sort of giant feast hall where you gobble yourself silly for the rest of eternity,' said the raven. It belched genteelly. 'Damn stupid idea, really.'
'But it just happened!'there's a good chap,' she said.She stared thoughtfully at Susan.'Are you a soprano?' she said.'Pardon?''Can you sing at all, gel? Only we could do with another soprano. Far too many mezzo‑sopranos around these days.''I'm not very musical, I'm sorry.''Oh, well. Just a thought. Must be going.' She threw back her head. The mighty breastplate heaved. 'Hi‑jo‑to! Ho!'The horse reared, and galloped into the sky. Before it reached the clouds it shrank to a gleaming pinpoint, which winked.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Gustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger La Fille De Ferme
Gustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger La Fille De FermeSalvador Dali Living Still LifePeder Mork Monsted A River Landscape in SpringtimeGuillaume Seignac The Awakening of Psyche
think of everything, don't you?'
'I hope so, sir.'
Lord Vetinari read the letter. He smiled once or twice. Then he picked up his pen, signed at the bottom, and handed it back.
'And is that the last of your dema— requests?'
Carrot scratched his ear.
'There is one, 'But there was some talk of . . . evidence?'
'No-one seems to know where it is, sir.'
'When I spoke to Captain . . . to Commander Vimes he said you'd got it.'
'Then I must have put it down somewhere. I'm sure I couldn't say where, sir.'
'My word, I hope you absent-mindedly put it down somewhere safe.'
'I'm sure it's . . . well guarded, sir.'actually. I need a home for a small dog. It must have a large garden, a warm spot by the fire, and happy laughing children.''Good heavens. Really? Well, I suppose we can find one.''Thank you, sir. That's all, I think.'The Patrician stood up and limped over to the window. It was dusk. Lights were being lit all over the city.With his back to Carrot he said, 'Tell me, captain . . . this business about there being an heir to the throne . . . What do you think about it?''I don't think .about it, sir. That's all sword-in-a-stone nonsense. Kings don't come out of nowhere, waving a sword and putting everything right. Everyone knows that.'
think of everything, don't you?'
'I hope so, sir.'
Lord Vetinari read the letter. He smiled once or twice. Then he picked up his pen, signed at the bottom, and handed it back.
'And is that the last of your dema— requests?'
Carrot scratched his ear.
'There is one, 'But there was some talk of . . . evidence?'
'No-one seems to know where it is, sir.'
'When I spoke to Captain . . . to Commander Vimes he said you'd got it.'
'Then I must have put it down somewhere. I'm sure I couldn't say where, sir.'
'My word, I hope you absent-mindedly put it down somewhere safe.'
'I'm sure it's . . . well guarded, sir.'actually. I need a home for a small dog. It must have a large garden, a warm spot by the fire, and happy laughing children.''Good heavens. Really? Well, I suppose we can find one.''Thank you, sir. That's all, I think.'The Patrician stood up and limped over to the window. It was dusk. Lights were being lit all over the city.With his back to Carrot he said, 'Tell me, captain . . . this business about there being an heir to the throne . . . What do you think about it?''I don't think .about it, sir. That's all sword-in-a-stone nonsense. Kings don't come out of nowhere, waving a sword and putting everything right. Everyone knows that.'
Monday, May 4, 2009
Cao Yong GARDEN BEAUTIES
Cao Yong GARDEN BEAUTIESCao Yong FRIENDSCao Yong Freedom
to see it. A good copper should always be open to new experiences,' said Carrot.
They made it to the gate. No vengeful pies floated out of the darkness.
Angua leaned against the wall outside. The air smelled sweeter here, which was an unusual thing to say about Ankh-Morpork air. But seen. He realized there's only a thin wall between the two Guilds. He had a room. All he had to do was find out who lived on the other side. Later he killed Beano, and he took his wig and his nose. His real nose. That's how clowns think. Make-up wouldn't have been hard. You can get that anywhere. He walked into the Guild made up to look like Beano. He cut through the wall. Then he strolled down to the quad outside the museum, only this time he was dressed as an Assassin.at least out here people could laugh without getting paid for it.'You didn't show me what frightened him,' she said.'I showed him a murderer,' said Carrot. 'I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd take it like that. I suppose they're all a bit wound up right now. And it's like dwarfs and tools. Everyone thinks in their own ways.''You found the murderer's face in there?''Yes.'Carrot opened his hand.It contained a bare egg.'He looks like this,' he said.'He didn't have a face?''No, you're thinking like a clown. I am very simple,' said Carrot, 'but I think what happened was this. Someone in the Assassins wanted a way of getting in and out without being
to see it. A good copper should always be open to new experiences,' said Carrot.
They made it to the gate. No vengeful pies floated out of the darkness.
Angua leaned against the wall outside. The air smelled sweeter here, which was an unusual thing to say about Ankh-Morpork air. But seen. He realized there's only a thin wall between the two Guilds. He had a room. All he had to do was find out who lived on the other side. Later he killed Beano, and he took his wig and his nose. His real nose. That's how clowns think. Make-up wouldn't have been hard. You can get that anywhere. He walked into the Guild made up to look like Beano. He cut through the wall. Then he strolled down to the quad outside the museum, only this time he was dressed as an Assassin.at least out here people could laugh without getting paid for it.'You didn't show me what frightened him,' she said.'I showed him a murderer,' said Carrot. 'I'm sorry. I didn't think he'd take it like that. I suppose they're all a bit wound up right now. And it's like dwarfs and tools. Everyone thinks in their own ways.''You found the murderer's face in there?''Yes.'Carrot opened his hand.It contained a bare egg.'He looks like this,' he said.'He didn't have a face?''No, you're thinking like a clown. I am very simple,' said Carrot, 'but I think what happened was this. Someone in the Assassins wanted a way of getting in and out without being
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Titian Venus with Organist and Cupid
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and heavily constructed.
'Where are we?' whispered Cuddy.
'Don't know,' said Detritus. 'Back of the docks somewhere.'
Cuddy pushed open the door with his sword.
'Cuddy?'
'Yeah?'
'We walked seven-ty-nine steps!'
'That's nice.'
Cold air rushed past them.
'Meat store,' whispered Cuddy. 'Someone picked the lock.'
He slipped through andcomes in here for months. Till pork exists.'
Cuddy shivered.
'You in here!' he shouted. 'It's the Watch! Step out now!'
A dark figure appeared from between a couple of pre-pigs.
'Now what we do?' said Detritus.
The distant figure raised what looked like a stick, holding it like a crossbow. into a high, gloomy room, as large as a temple, which in some ways it resembled. Faint light crept through the high, ice-covered windows. From rack upon rack, all the way to the ceiling, hung meat carcasses.They were semi-transparent and so very cold Cuddy's breath turned to crystals in the air.'Oh, my,' said Detritus. 'I think this the pork futures warehouse in Morpork Road.''What?''Used to work here,' said the troll. 'Used to work everywhere. Go away, you stupid troll, you too thick,' he added, gloomily.'Is there any way out?''The main door is in Morpork Street. But no-one
And fired. The first shot zinged off Cuddy's helmet
and heavily constructed.
'Where are we?' whispered Cuddy.
'Don't know,' said Detritus. 'Back of the docks somewhere.'
Cuddy pushed open the door with his sword.
'Cuddy?'
'Yeah?'
'We walked seven-ty-nine steps!'
'That's nice.'
Cold air rushed past them.
'Meat store,' whispered Cuddy. 'Someone picked the lock.'
He slipped through andcomes in here for months. Till pork exists.'
Cuddy shivered.
'You in here!' he shouted. 'It's the Watch! Step out now!'
A dark figure appeared from between a couple of pre-pigs.
'Now what we do?' said Detritus.
The distant figure raised what looked like a stick, holding it like a crossbow. into a high, gloomy room, as large as a temple, which in some ways it resembled. Faint light crept through the high, ice-covered windows. From rack upon rack, all the way to the ceiling, hung meat carcasses.They were semi-transparent and so very cold Cuddy's breath turned to crystals in the air.'Oh, my,' said Detritus. 'I think this the pork futures warehouse in Morpork Road.''What?''Used to work here,' said the troll. 'Used to work everywhere. Go away, you stupid troll, you too thick,' he added, gloomily.'Is there any way out?''The main door is in Morpork Street. But no-one
And fired. The first shot zinged off Cuddy's helmet
Sandro Botticelli The Cestello Annunciation
Sandro Botticelli The Cestello AnnunciationSandro Botticelli Pallas and the CentaurSandro Botticelli Madonna in Glory with SeraphimJean Beraud La Rue de la Paix 1907
WAS THERE ANYTHING AMUSING IN THE STATEMENT I JUST MADE?
'Uh. No. No . . . I don't think so.'
IT WAS A PUN, OR PLAY ON WORDS. BJORN AGAIN.
'Yes?'
DID YOU NOTICE IT?
'I can't say I did.'
OH.
'Sorry.'
I'VE BEEN TOLD I SHOULD TRY TO MAKE THE OCCASION A LITTLE MORE ENJOYABLE.
'Bjorn again.'
YES.
'I'll think about it?
THANK 'Excuse me, sergeant?'
'What is it, Lance-Constable Angua?'
'How exactly do we sleep with it, sir?'
'Well, I . . . I meant . . . Corporal Nobbs, stop that sniggering right now!' Colon adjusted his breastplate and decided to strike out in a new .direction.
'Now, hwat we have 'ere is a puppet, mommet or heffigy' – indicating a vaguely humanoid shape made of leather and stuffed with straw, mounted on a stake -'called by the hnickname of Harthur, weapons training, for the use hof. Forward, Lance-Constable Angua. Tell me, Lance-Constable, do you
WAS THERE ANYTHING AMUSING IN THE STATEMENT I JUST MADE?
'Uh. No. No . . . I don't think so.'
IT WAS A PUN, OR PLAY ON WORDS. BJORN AGAIN.
'Yes?'
DID YOU NOTICE IT?
'I can't say I did.'
OH.
'Sorry.'
I'VE BEEN TOLD I SHOULD TRY TO MAKE THE OCCASION A LITTLE MORE ENJOYABLE.
'Bjorn again.'
YES.
'I'll think about it?
THANK 'Excuse me, sergeant?'
'What is it, Lance-Constable Angua?'
'How exactly do we sleep with it, sir?'
'Well, I . . . I meant . . . Corporal Nobbs, stop that sniggering right now!' Colon adjusted his breastplate and decided to strike out in a new .direction.
'Now, hwat we have 'ere is a puppet, mommet or heffigy' – indicating a vaguely humanoid shape made of leather and stuffed with straw, mounted on a stake -'called by the hnickname of Harthur, weapons training, for the use hof. Forward, Lance-Constable Angua. Tell me, Lance-Constable, do you
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Andy Warhol daisy 1982
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We've certainly had some . . . difficult ones. Anyone remember Homicidal Lord Winder?'
'Deranged Lord Harmoni,' said Lord Monflathers.
'Laughing Lord They perceptibly jumped as the last Lord d'Eath thrust himself out of his chair.
'Will you listen to yourselves? Please? Look at you. What man among you has not seen his family name degraded since the days of the kings? Can't you remember the men your forefathers were?' He strode rapidly around the table, so that they had to turn to watch him. He pointed an angry finger.
'You, Lord Rust! Your ancestor was cr-eated a Baron after single-handedly killing thirty-seven Klatchians while armed with nothing more than a p-in, isn't that so?'Scapula,' said Lady Selachii. 'A man with a very pointed sense of humour.''Mind you, Vetinari . . . there's something not entirely . . .' Lord Rust began.'I know what you mean,' said Viscount Skater. 'I don't like the way he always knows what you're thinking before you think it.''Everyone knows the Assassins have set his fee at a million dollars,' said Lady Selachii. 'That's how much it would cost to have him killed.''One can't help feeling,' said Lord Rust, 'that it would cost a lot more than that to make sure he stayed dead.''Ye gods! What happened to pride? What happened to honour?'
We've certainly had some . . . difficult ones. Anyone remember Homicidal Lord Winder?'
'Deranged Lord Harmoni,' said Lord Monflathers.
'Laughing Lord They perceptibly jumped as the last Lord d'Eath thrust himself out of his chair.
'Will you listen to yourselves? Please? Look at you. What man among you has not seen his family name degraded since the days of the kings? Can't you remember the men your forefathers were?' He strode rapidly around the table, so that they had to turn to watch him. He pointed an angry finger.
'You, Lord Rust! Your ancestor was cr-eated a Baron after single-handedly killing thirty-seven Klatchians while armed with nothing more than a p-in, isn't that so?'Scapula,' said Lady Selachii. 'A man with a very pointed sense of humour.''Mind you, Vetinari . . . there's something not entirely . . .' Lord Rust began.'I know what you mean,' said Viscount Skater. 'I don't like the way he always knows what you're thinking before you think it.''Everyone knows the Assassins have set his fee at a million dollars,' said Lady Selachii. 'That's how much it would cost to have him killed.''One can't help feeling,' said Lord Rust, 'that it would cost a lot more than that to make sure he stayed dead.''Ye gods! What happened to pride? What happened to honour?'
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