Albert Bierstadt A Quiet lakeFabian Perez Waiting for the romance to comeFabian Perez Waiting For the Romance to Come Back II
'What, not sell me?' said Rincewind, and then snorted, 'Of course, it's the wizard's robes, he wouldn't dare-’
'Um. Actually, break into a smile she sighed and said, 'Why are you wizards always nervous around women?'
Rincewind bridled at this slur. 'I like that!' he said, 'I'll have you know that - look, anyway, the point is, I get along very well with women in general, it's just women with swords that upset me.' He considered this for a while, and added, 'Everyone with swords upset me, if it comes to that.'
Conina picked industriously at the splinter. The Luggage gave a contented creak.
'I know something else that'll upset you,' she muttered.
'Hmmm?'
'The hat's gone.'he said he'd have to give you away,' said Conina, picking intently at an imaginary splinter on the Luggage's lid.'Give me away?''Yes. Um. Sort of like, one free wizard with every concubine sold? Um.''I don't see what vegetables have got to do with it.'Conina gave him a long, hard stare, and when he didn't
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tom Thomson Woodland Waterfall
Tom Thomson Woodland WaterfallTom Thomson The PoolTom Thomson the jack pine
Carding rubbed the side of his nose thoughtfully.
'The boy has a 'no. Of course not.' He looked at Carding's innocent smile and coughed loudly. 'Certainly not, of course. Billias was very foolish. However, some prudent caution is surely-'
'Then let us all be cautious in the morning,' said Carding cheerfully. 'Brothers, let us adjourn this meeting. The boy sleeps, and in that at least he is showing us the way. This will look better in the light.'
'I have seen things that didn't,' said Gravie darkly, who didn't trust Youthstaff,' he said. 'Who gave it to him? Did you ask?''No,' said Spelter, still glowering at the almanackical interjector.Carding started to look at his fingernails in what Spelter considered to be a meaningful way.Well, whatever the problem, I feel sure it can wait until morning,' he said in what Spelter felt was an ostentatiously bored voice.'Ye gods, he blew Billias away!' said Gravie. 'And they say there's nothing in Virrid's room but soot!''They were perhaps rather foolish,' said Carding smoothly. 'I am sure, my good brother, that you would not be defeated in affairs of the Art by a mere stripling?'Gravie hesitated. 'Well, er,' he said,
Carding rubbed the side of his nose thoughtfully.
'The boy has a 'no. Of course not.' He looked at Carding's innocent smile and coughed loudly. 'Certainly not, of course. Billias was very foolish. However, some prudent caution is surely-'
'Then let us all be cautious in the morning,' said Carding cheerfully. 'Brothers, let us adjourn this meeting. The boy sleeps, and in that at least he is showing us the way. This will look better in the light.'
'I have seen things that didn't,' said Gravie darkly, who didn't trust Youthstaff,' he said. 'Who gave it to him? Did you ask?''No,' said Spelter, still glowering at the almanackical interjector.Carding started to look at his fingernails in what Spelter considered to be a meaningful way.Well, whatever the problem, I feel sure it can wait until morning,' he said in what Spelter felt was an ostentatiously bored voice.'Ye gods, he blew Billias away!' said Gravie. 'And they say there's nothing in Virrid's room but soot!''They were perhaps rather foolish,' said Carding smoothly. 'I am sure, my good brother, that you would not be defeated in affairs of the Art by a mere stripling?'Gravie hesitated. 'Well, er,' he said,
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Lord Frederick Leighton Nausicaa
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Well . . .’ said Mrs Cake uncertainly.
‘But he’s -‘ Reg Shoe began, and then saw Windle’s expression. ‘I must admit it’d be a relief to have a dog around the place,’ said Mrs Cake. ‘I’m always worrying about Ludmilla. There’s a lot of strange people you’re saying is that when he -‘ Doreen nudged him viciously.
‘Oh,’ said Reg. ‘Sorry. Don’t mind me. I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t sewn on.’
Windle leaned back, and shut his eyes. He could hear the occasional scrap of conversation. He could hear Arthur Winkings asking the Archchancellor who did his decorating, and where the University got its vegetablesaround.’‘But your dau -‘ Reg began again.‘Shut up, Reg,’ said Doreen.‘That’s all settled, then,’ said Windle.’And have you got any trousers?’‘What?’‘Any trousers in the house?’‘Well, I suppose I’ve got some that belonged to the late Mr Cake, but why -‘‘Sorry,’ said Windle. ‘My mind was wandering. Don’t know what I ‘m saying, half the time.’‘Ah,’ said Reg, brightly, ‘I see. What
Well . . .’ said Mrs Cake uncertainly.
‘But he’s -‘ Reg Shoe began, and then saw Windle’s expression. ‘I must admit it’d be a relief to have a dog around the place,’ said Mrs Cake. ‘I’m always worrying about Ludmilla. There’s a lot of strange people you’re saying is that when he -‘ Doreen nudged him viciously.
‘Oh,’ said Reg. ‘Sorry. Don’t mind me. I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t sewn on.’
Windle leaned back, and shut his eyes. He could hear the occasional scrap of conversation. He could hear Arthur Winkings asking the Archchancellor who did his decorating, and where the University got its vegetablesaround.’‘But your dau -‘ Reg began again.‘Shut up, Reg,’ said Doreen.‘That’s all settled, then,’ said Windle.’And have you got any trousers?’‘What?’‘Any trousers in the house?’‘Well, I suppose I’ve got some that belonged to the late Mr Cake, but why -‘‘Sorry,’ said Windle. ‘My mind was wandering. Don’t know what I ‘m saying, half the time.’‘Ah,’ said Reg, brightly, ‘I see. What
Monday, April 6, 2009
Andy Warhol Flowers 1964
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swarm of curses. ‘What the hell was that?’
A smaller thing flashed into existence by his ear.
Ridcully The Bursar crawled dazed out of the tangled wreckage of the wire trolley. He found his pointy hat, dusted it off, tried it on, frowned, and took a wheel out of it. His colleagues didn’t seem to be paying him much attentionsnatched at his hat.‘Damn!’ - the swarm increased by one - ‘Something just bit me!’ A squadron of newly-hatched Blasteds made a valiant bid for freedom. He swatted at them ineffectually.‘Get away, you b -‘ he began.‘Don’t say it!’ said the Senior Wrangler.’Shut up!’ People never told the Archchancellor to shut up. Shutting up was something that happened to other people. He shut up out of shock. ‘I mean, every time you swear it comes alive,’ said the Senior Wrangler hurriedly. ‘Ghastly little winged things pop out of the air.’ ‘Bloody hellfire!’ said the Archchancellor.Pop. Pop.
swarm of curses. ‘What the hell was that?’
A smaller thing flashed into existence by his ear.
Ridcully The Bursar crawled dazed out of the tangled wreckage of the wire trolley. He found his pointy hat, dusted it off, tried it on, frowned, and took a wheel out of it. His colleagues didn’t seem to be paying him much attentionsnatched at his hat.‘Damn!’ - the swarm increased by one - ‘Something just bit me!’ A squadron of newly-hatched Blasteds made a valiant bid for freedom. He swatted at them ineffectually.‘Get away, you b -‘ he began.‘Don’t say it!’ said the Senior Wrangler.’Shut up!’ People never told the Archchancellor to shut up. Shutting up was something that happened to other people. He shut up out of shock. ‘I mean, every time you swear it comes alive,’ said the Senior Wrangler hurriedly. ‘Ghastly little winged things pop out of the air.’ ‘Bloody hellfire!’ said the Archchancellor.Pop. Pop.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Juan Gris The Guitar
Juan Gris The GuitarJuan Gris BreakfastGeorge Bellows Stag at Sharkey's
door edged cautiously along the path. As it passed Modo it pivoted awkwardly, as if whoever was carrying it was trying to keep as much behind it as possible.
‘found it by the compost heaps. My wheelbarrow’d broke, and I looked up, and there -‘ ‘I’ve never seen anything like it before,’ said Windle.’Who’d want to make a big basket out of wire? And those wheels don’t look big enough.’ ‘But it pushes along well by the handle, ‘ said Modo. ‘I’m amazed that anyone would want to throw it away. Why would anyone want to throw away something like this, Mr Poons?’
Windle stared at the trolley. He couldn’t escape the feeling that it was watching him.
He heard himself say, ‘Maybe it got there by itself.’ ‘That’s right, Mr Poons! It wanted a bit of peace, I expect!’ said Modo.’You are a one!’It’s a kind of security door, ‘ said Windle.He paused. There was something wrong. Hecouldn’t quite be certain what it was, but there was suddenly a lot of wrongness about, like hearing one note out of tune in an orchestra. He audited the view in front of him.‘What’s that you’re putting the weeds into?’ he said.Modo glanced at the thing beside him.‘Good, isn’t it?’ he said.’I
door edged cautiously along the path. As it passed Modo it pivoted awkwardly, as if whoever was carrying it was trying to keep as much behind it as possible.
‘found it by the compost heaps. My wheelbarrow’d broke, and I looked up, and there -‘ ‘I’ve never seen anything like it before,’ said Windle.’Who’d want to make a big basket out of wire? And those wheels don’t look big enough.’ ‘But it pushes along well by the handle, ‘ said Modo. ‘I’m amazed that anyone would want to throw it away. Why would anyone want to throw away something like this, Mr Poons?’
Windle stared at the trolley. He couldn’t escape the feeling that it was watching him.
He heard himself say, ‘Maybe it got there by itself.’ ‘That’s right, Mr Poons! It wanted a bit of peace, I expect!’ said Modo.’You are a one!’It’s a kind of security door, ‘ said Windle.He paused. There was something wrong. Hecouldn’t quite be certain what it was, but there was suddenly a lot of wrongness about, like hearing one note out of tune in an orchestra. He audited the view in front of him.‘What’s that you’re putting the weeds into?’ he said.Modo glanced at the thing beside him.‘Good, isn’t it?’ he said.’I
Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman
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he’ll come after you. Won’t you, Windle?’
‘Eh? Oh, yes. That’s right. Like a shot, ‘ said Windle, unhappily. ‘Now run along, there’s a good chap. OK?’
‘OggAy,’ said the prospective mugger. He was thinking: ‘Is eyes! Ike imlets!’
Lupine let don’t have this trouble. They just shut their eyes and wake up being born as someone else, or in some sort of heaven or, I suppose, possibly some sort of hell. Or they go and feast with the gods in their hall, which has never seemed a particularly great idea - gods are all right in their way, but not the kind of people a decent man would want to have a meal with. The Yen buddhists think you just become very rich. Some of the Klatchian religions say you go to a lovely garden full of young women, which doesn’t sound vgo. The man hit the cobbles, gave Windle one last terrified glance, and ran for it.‘Er, what do zombies do to people?’ said Windle. ‘I suppose I’d better know.’‘They tear them apart like a sheet of dry paper, ‘ said Lupine.‘Oh? Right,’ said Windle. They strolled on in silence. Windle was thinking: why me? Hundreds of people must die in this city every day. I bet they ery religious to me . . .
Windle found himself wondering how you applied for Klatchian nationality after death.
he’ll come after you. Won’t you, Windle?’
‘Eh? Oh, yes. That’s right. Like a shot, ‘ said Windle, unhappily. ‘Now run along, there’s a good chap. OK?’
‘OggAy,’ said the prospective mugger. He was thinking: ‘Is eyes! Ike imlets!’
Lupine let don’t have this trouble. They just shut their eyes and wake up being born as someone else, or in some sort of heaven or, I suppose, possibly some sort of hell. Or they go and feast with the gods in their hall, which has never seemed a particularly great idea - gods are all right in their way, but not the kind of people a decent man would want to have a meal with. The Yen buddhists think you just become very rich. Some of the Klatchian religions say you go to a lovely garden full of young women, which doesn’t sound vgo. The man hit the cobbles, gave Windle one last terrified glance, and ran for it.‘Er, what do zombies do to people?’ said Windle. ‘I suppose I’d better know.’‘They tear them apart like a sheet of dry paper, ‘ said Lupine.‘Oh? Right,’ said Windle. They strolled on in silence. Windle was thinking: why me? Hundreds of people must die in this city every day. I bet they ery religious to me . . .
Windle found himself wondering how you applied for Klatchian nationality after death.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Alexandre Cabanel Fallen Angel
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Discworld. * It was just that they normally had more point, or at least were a bit more interesting.
Nothing else seemed to be about to move. Windle relaxed, and went back to organising his memories. There was stuff in there he’d completely forgotten about.
There was a brief whispering outside, and then the door burst open - ‘Get his legs! Get his legs!’
‘Hold his ‘Yes?’ he said, helpfully.
l Rains of fish. for example, were so common in the little landlocked village of Pine Dressers that it had a flourishing smoking, canning and kipper-filleting industry. And in the mountain regions of Syrrit many sheep, left out in the fields all night, would be found in the morning to be facing the other ulay, without the apparent intervention of any human agency.
arms!’Windle tried to sit up.’Oh, hallo, everyone, ‘ he said. ‘What’s the matter?’ The Archchancellor, standing at the foot of the bed, fumbled in a sack and produced a large, heavy object.He held it aloft.‘Ah-ha!’ he said.Windle peered at it.
Discworld. * It was just that they normally had more point, or at least were a bit more interesting.
Nothing else seemed to be about to move. Windle relaxed, and went back to organising his memories. There was stuff in there he’d completely forgotten about.
There was a brief whispering outside, and then the door burst open - ‘Get his legs! Get his legs!’
‘Hold his ‘Yes?’ he said, helpfully.
l Rains of fish. for example, were so common in the little landlocked village of Pine Dressers that it had a flourishing smoking, canning and kipper-filleting industry. And in the mountain regions of Syrrit many sheep, left out in the fields all night, would be found in the morning to be facing the other ulay, without the apparent intervention of any human agency.
arms!’Windle tried to sit up.’Oh, hallo, everyone, ‘ he said. ‘What’s the matter?’ The Archchancellor, standing at the foot of the bed, fumbled in a sack and produced a large, heavy object.He held it aloft.‘Ah-ha!’ he said.Windle peered at it.
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