Thursday, May 14, 2009

Jack Vettriano Dance Me To The End Of Love

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door closed behind her.
'She was snapping her fingers as she went out, just like you said,' said Ponder.
'Wasn't the only thing that's snapped,' said Ridcully, still shuddering.
'Did you look at her shoes?'
'I think my eyes shut themselves protectively about there.'
'If it's really alive,' said said Jimbo critically. 'It's a bit like it, but it isn‑ it ain't it.'
Jimbo was Crash's best friend and wished he was one of the people.
'It's good enough to start with,' said Crash. 'So you and Noddy, you two get guitars. And Scum, you . . . you can play the drums.'Ponder, 'then it's very contagious.'This scene took place in Crash's father's coach‑house, but it was an echo of a scene evolving all around the city.Crash hadn't been christened Crash. He was the son of a rich dealer in hay and feedstuffs, but he despised his father for being dead from the neck up, totally concerned with material things, unimaginative and also for paying him a ridiculous three dollars a week allowance.Crash's father had left his horses in the coach‑house. At the moment they were both trying to squeeze into one corner, having tried fruitlessly to kick a hole in the walls.'I reckon I nearly had it that time,' said Crash, as hay dust poured down from the roof and woodworm hurried off to find a better home.'It isn't‑ I mean, it ain't like the sound we heard in the Drum,'

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Jack Vettriano The Picnic Party

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right, Dean,' said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. 'It's our civic duty. We're the city's first line of supernatural defence. Supposing ghastly 'And everyone's to buy their own drink.'
'Oh.'
Corporal (possibly) Cotton saluted in front of the fort's sergeant, who was trying to shave.
'It's the new recruit, sir,' he said. ' He won't obey orders.'
The sergeant nodded, and then looked blankly at something in his own hand.creatures started coming out of the air?''What about it?' said the Chair of Indefinite Studies.'Well, we'd be there.''Yes? That's good, is it?'Ridcully glared at his wizards. Two of them were surreptitiously tapping their feet. And several of them appeared to be twitching, very gently. The Bursar twitched gently all the time, of course, but that was only his way.Like canaries, he thought. Or lightning conductors.'All right,' he said reluctantly. 'We'll go. But we won't draw attention to ourselves.''Certainly, Archchancellor.'

Monday, May 11, 2009

Vincent van Gogh Fishing in Spring

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'Blast. Oh, well, nothing for it.'
In so far as Susan could see, the girl did not appear to be the usual sort of young woman who made her living in alleys. She had a kind quite business­like about it all, but in her limited experience people who climbed ladders to get into houses at night were Miscreants whom Plucky Gels should Apprehend. And she might at least have gone to look for a watchman, had it not been for the opening of a door further up the alley.
Two men staggered out, arm in arm, and zigzagged happily towards the main street. Susan stepped back. No‑one bothered her when she didn't want to be noticedof well‑scrubbed beefiness about her; she looked like a nurse of the sort who assist doctors whose patients occasionally get a bit confused and declare they're a bedspread.She looked familiar, too.The girl took a pair of pliers from a pocket in her dress, shinned up the ladder and climbed in through an upper window.Susan hesitated. The girl had seemed

Friday, May 8, 2009

Jean Francois Millet Man with a hoe

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sense told Imp all these things, so he marched off firmly towards Ankh‑Morpork.
As far as looks , but it had an uncanny tendency to unravel itself and spring back into its preferred shape, like Medusa's
And then there was the birthmark, if that's what it was. It only showed up if she blushed, when three faint pale lines appeared across her cheek and made it look exactly as though she'd been slappedwere concerned, Susan had always put people in mind of a dandelion on the point of telling the time. The college dressed its gels in a loose navy‑blue woollen smock that stretched from neck to just above the ankle ‑ practical, healthy and as attractive as a plank. The waistline was some­where around knee level. Susan was beginning to fill it out, however, in accordance with the ancient rules hesitantly and erratically alluded to by Miss Delcross in Biology and Hygiene. Gels left her class with the vague feeling that they were supposed to marry a rabbit. (Susan had left with the feeling that the cardboard skeleton on the hook in the corner looked like someone she'd known . . .)It was her hair that made people stop and turn to watch her. It was pure white, except for a black streak. School regulations required that it be in two plait's

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Leaving the Bath

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dog hierarchy was a simple matter. Fido had simply asked around, generally in a muffled voice because he had someone's leg in his jaws, until he located the leader of the largest gang of feral dogs in the city. People – that is, dogs -still talked about the fight between Fido and Barking Mad Arthur, a rottweiler with one eye and a very bad temper. But most 'That troll insulted that dwarf,' said Stronginthearm the dwarf.
'I heard Acting-Constable Detritus give an order to Lance-Constable . . . Hrolf Pyjama,' said Carrot. 'What about it?'
'He's a troll!'
'Well?'
'He insulted a dwarf!'animals don't fight to the death, only to the defeat, and Fido was impossible to defeat; he was simply a very small fast killing streak with a collar. He'd hung on to bits of Barking Mad Arthur until Barking Mad Arthur had given in, and then to his amazement Fido had killed him. There was something inexplicably determined about the dog – you could have sandblasted him for five minutes and what was left still wouldn't have given up and you'd better not turn your back on it.Because Big Fido had a dream.'Is there a problem?' said Carrot.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Rodney White Small Change

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'Yesterday? Yesterday? What's yesterday got to do with it?'
'Footprints still fresh,' said Detritus.
He pointed.
There were footprints in the mud.
'How long have you lived here?' said Cuddy, suddenly feeling very conspicuous in the middle of the tunnel.
'Nine-er years. That is the number of years I have lived here. Nine-er,' said Detritus, proudly. 'It only one of a large . . . number of numbers I can count to.'
'Have you ever . But the ones coming back aren't so deep as the ones going. You can see they're later ones because they're over the top of the other ones. So he was heavier going than he was coming back, yes?'
'Blight,' said Detritus.
'So that means . . .?'
'He lose weight?'
'He was carrying something, and he left it . . . up ahead somewhere.'heard of tunnels under the city?''No.''Someone knows about them, though.''Yes.''What shall we do?'The answer was inevitable. They'd chased a man into the pork futures warehouse, and nearly died. Then they'd ended up in the middle of a small war, and nearly died. Now they were in a mysterious tunnel where there were fresh footprints. If Corporal Carrot-or Sergeant Colon said, 'And what did you do then?', neither of them could face up to the thought of saying 'We came back.''The footprints go this way,' said Cuddy, 'and then they return

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Amedeo Modigliani Nude Sdraiato

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then accelerated. White smoke poured off it as it bore down on an innocent cluster of red balls.
Silverfish shook his head.
'Unstable,' he said. 'Everybody down!'
Everyone in the bout of coughing. Silverfish appeared through the oily smoke and, with a shaking hand, moved the score point one notch with the burning end of his cue.
'One,' he said. 'Oh well. Back to the crucible. Someone order another billiard table—'
' 'Scuse me,' said Cuddy, prodding him in the knee.
'Who's there?'
'Down here!'
Silverfish looked down.
'Oh. Are you a dwarf?'room ducked, except for the two Watchmen, one of whom was in a sense pre-ducked and the other of whom was several minutes behind events.The black ball took off on a column of flame, whiffled past Detritus' face trailing black smoke and then shattered a window. The green ball was staying in one spot but spinning furiously. The other balls cannoned back and forth, occasionally bursting into flame or caroming off the walls.A red one hit Detritus between the eyes, curved back on to the table, holed itself in the middle pocket and then blew up.There was silence, except for the occasional