Bernhard Gutmann Nude with DraperyPaul Klee The Rose GardenPaul Klee Red BallonPaul Klee Park of Idols
wizards who got along with one another about as easily as cats in a sack, and now the gloves were off anyone who tried to interfere was going to end up severely scratched. This wasn't the old, gentle, rather silly magic that the Dischaze high in the air.
'It's raw magic settling out of the atmosphere,' he said. 'It's saturated.'
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twen-
'Surely there's-’ Conina began.
'There isn't,' said Rincewind flatly, but with just the faintest twinge of satisfaction. 'The wizards will fight each other until there's one victor. There isn't anything anyone else was used to; this was magic war, white-hot and searing.Rincewind wasn't very good at precognition; in fact he could barely see into the present. But he knew with weary certainty that at some point in the very near future, like thirty seconds or so, someone would say: 'Surely there's something we could do?'The desert passed below them, lit by the low rays of the setting sun.'There don't seem to be many stars,' said Nijel. 'Perhaps they're scared to come out.'Rincewind looked up. There was a silver
Friday, April 10, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Caravaggio Beheading of Saint John the Baptist
Caravaggio Beheading of Saint John the BaptistJohannes Vermeer Woman with a Pearl NecklaceJohannes Vermeer Saint Praxidis
Rincewind, of course, couldn't smell any of this. Adaptation is a wonderful thing, and most Morporkians would be hard put to smell a burning feather mattress at five feet.
'Where to next?' he said. 'Somewhere out of the wind?'
'My father said. 'After you said we should be attacked I seemed to hear a ranging in my ears.'
'Well, we want to meet the criminal element, don't we?'
'Not exactly want,' said Rincewind. 'That wasn't the phrase I would have chosen.'
'How would you put it, then?'
'Er. I think the phrase "not want" sums it up pretty spent some time in Khali when he was hunting for the Lost City of Ee,' said Conina. 'And I seem to remember he spoke very highly of the soak. It's a kind of bazaar.''I suppose we just go and look for the second-hand hat stalls,' said Rincewind. 'Because the whole idea is totally-’'What I was hoping was that maybe we could be attacked. That seems the most sensible idea. My father said that very few strangers who entered the soak ever came out again. Some very murderous types hang out there, he said.'Rincewind gave this due consideration.'Just run that by me again, will you?' he
Rincewind, of course, couldn't smell any of this. Adaptation is a wonderful thing, and most Morporkians would be hard put to smell a burning feather mattress at five feet.
'Where to next?' he said. 'Somewhere out of the wind?'
'My father said. 'After you said we should be attacked I seemed to hear a ranging in my ears.'
'Well, we want to meet the criminal element, don't we?'
'Not exactly want,' said Rincewind. 'That wasn't the phrase I would have chosen.'
'How would you put it, then?'
'Er. I think the phrase "not want" sums it up pretty spent some time in Khali when he was hunting for the Lost City of Ee,' said Conina. 'And I seem to remember he spoke very highly of the soak. It's a kind of bazaar.''I suppose we just go and look for the second-hand hat stalls,' said Rincewind. 'Because the whole idea is totally-’'What I was hoping was that maybe we could be attacked. That seems the most sensible idea. My father said that very few strangers who entered the soak ever came out again. Some very murderous types hang out there, he said.'Rincewind gave this due consideration.'Just run that by me again, will you?' he
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Titian The Three Ages of Man
Titian The Three Ages of ManLorenzo Lotto Lotto ArchitectTitian Venus with Organist and Cupid
'Come on, I said!'
'Oook.'
'I'll buy you a drink,' said Rincewind desperately.
The But it wasn't the sight of the cockroaches that was so upsetting. It was the fact that they were marching in step, a hundred abreast. Of course, like all the informal inhabitants of the University the roaches were a little unusual, but there was something particularly unpleasant about the sound of billions of very small feet hitting the stones in perfect time.Librarian unfolded like a four-legged spider. 'Oook?'Rincewind half-dragged the ape from his nest and out through the door. He didn't head for the main gates but for an otherwise undistinguished area of wall where a few loose stones had, for two thousand years, offered students an unobtrusive way in after lights-out. Then he stopped so suddenly that the Librarian cannoned into him and the Luggage ran into both of them.'Oook!''Oh, gods,' he said. 'Look at that!''Oook?'There was a shiny black tide flowing out of a grating near the kitchens. Early evening starlight glinted off millions of little black backs.
'Come on, I said!'
'Oook.'
'I'll buy you a drink,' said Rincewind desperately.
The But it wasn't the sight of the cockroaches that was so upsetting. It was the fact that they were marching in step, a hundred abreast. Of course, like all the informal inhabitants of the University the roaches were a little unusual, but there was something particularly unpleasant about the sound of billions of very small feet hitting the stones in perfect time.Librarian unfolded like a four-legged spider. 'Oook?'Rincewind half-dragged the ape from his nest and out through the door. He didn't head for the main gates but for an otherwise undistinguished area of wall where a few loose stones had, for two thousand years, offered students an unobtrusive way in after lights-out. Then he stopped so suddenly that the Librarian cannoned into him and the Luggage ran into both of them.'Oook!''Oh, gods,' he said. 'Look at that!''Oook?'There was a shiny black tide flowing out of a grating near the kitchens. Early evening starlight glinted off millions of little black backs.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Robert Duval Emotional Dance
Robert Duval Emotional DanceSteve Thoms Field of Red and GoldPedro Alvarez Tango Argentino
MISS FLITWORTH? RENATA?
‘I - I didn’t know what to do and you said it wasn’t difficult and -‘ Death walked into the barn. When he came out, he was wearing his black robe.
She was still standing there.
‘I . ‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ said Windle. They reached the moving stairs. He looked up. Trolleys clustered around the top of the upward stair, but the way to the floor below looked clear.
‘Perhaps we could find another way up?’ said Ludmilla hopefully. They shuffled on to the moving stair. Behind them, the trolleys moved in to block their return.
The wizards were on the floor below. They weredidn’t know what to do,’ she repeated, possibly not to him.’What happened? Is it all over?’Death looked around. The grey shapes were pouring into the yard. POSSIBLY NOT, he said.More trolleys appeared behind the row of soldiers. They looked like the small silvery workers with the occasional pale golden gleam of a warrior. ‘We should retreat back to the stairs,’ said Doreen.‘I think that’s where they want us to go,’ said Windle. ‘Then that’s fine by me. Anyway, I vouldn’t think those wheels could manage steps, could they?’‘And you can’t exactly fight to the death,’ said Ludmilla. Lupine was keeping close to her, yellow eyes fixed on the slowly advancing wheels
MISS FLITWORTH? RENATA?
‘I - I didn’t know what to do and you said it wasn’t difficult and -‘ Death walked into the barn. When he came out, he was wearing his black robe.
She was still standing there.
‘I . ‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ said Windle. They reached the moving stairs. He looked up. Trolleys clustered around the top of the upward stair, but the way to the floor below looked clear.
‘Perhaps we could find another way up?’ said Ludmilla hopefully. They shuffled on to the moving stair. Behind them, the trolleys moved in to block their return.
The wizards were on the floor below. They weredidn’t know what to do,’ she repeated, possibly not to him.’What happened? Is it all over?’Death looked around. The grey shapes were pouring into the yard. POSSIBLY NOT, he said.More trolleys appeared behind the row of soldiers. They looked like the small silvery workers with the occasional pale golden gleam of a warrior. ‘We should retreat back to the stairs,’ said Doreen.‘I think that’s where they want us to go,’ said Windle. ‘Then that’s fine by me. Anyway, I vouldn’t think those wheels could manage steps, could they?’‘And you can’t exactly fight to the death,’ said Ludmilla. Lupine was keeping close to her, yellow eyes fixed on the slowly advancing wheels
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Paul Klee Fish Magic
Paul Klee Fish MagicPaul Klee Around the FishPaul Klee Ancient Sound
Bill Door glanced at the rimward horizon and then, speculatively, at the little hill behind the house.
He jerked forward, legs clicking over the ground.
The new interface between night and day. If one of them had been carried thousands of miles inland on the dawn. he might have seen, as the light thundered over the high plains, a stick figure toiling up a low hill in the path of the morning. It reached the top a moment before the light arrived, took a breath, and then spun around in a crouch, grinning.
It held a long blade upright between extended arms.daylight sloshed on to the world. Discworld light is old, slow and heavy; it roared across the landscape like a cavalry charge. The occasional valley slowed it for a moment and. here and there, a mountain range banked it up until it poured over the top and down the far slope. It moved across a sea, surged up the beach and accelerated over the plains, driven by the lash of the sun.On the fabled hidden continent of Xxxx, somewhere near the rim, there is a lost colony of wizards who wear corks around their pointy hats and live on nothing but prawns. There, the light is still wild and fresh as it rolls in from space, and the~~urf on the boiling
Bill Door glanced at the rimward horizon and then, speculatively, at the little hill behind the house.
He jerked forward, legs clicking over the ground.
The new interface between night and day. If one of them had been carried thousands of miles inland on the dawn. he might have seen, as the light thundered over the high plains, a stick figure toiling up a low hill in the path of the morning. It reached the top a moment before the light arrived, took a breath, and then spun around in a crouch, grinning.
It held a long blade upright between extended arms.daylight sloshed on to the world. Discworld light is old, slow and heavy; it roared across the landscape like a cavalry charge. The occasional valley slowed it for a moment and. here and there, a mountain range banked it up until it poured over the top and down the far slope. It moved across a sea, surged up the beach and accelerated over the plains, driven by the lash of the sun.On the fabled hidden continent of Xxxx, somewhere near the rim, there is a lost colony of wizards who wear corks around their pointy hats and live on nothing but prawns. There, the light is still wild and fresh as it rolls in from space, and the~~urf on the boiling
Pierre Auguste Renoir The Umbrellas
Pierre Auguste Renoir The UmbrellasPierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneusesPierre Auguste Renoir By the Seashore
was told, We apologise for the recent lapse in standards. ‘Lapse?’ said the Archchancellor, now totally mystified.’Well, uh. I’m not sure there’s been a . . . I mean, of course the fella was always knockin’ around, but most of the time we hardly . . .’
He was told, life effects. The figure wavered and began to fade.
The Archchancellor waved his hands desperately.
‘Wait!’ he said.’You can’t just go like that! I command you to stay! What service? What does it all mean? Who are you?’
The hood turned back towards him and said, We are nothing.
‘That’s no help! What is your name?’
We are oblivion.
The figure vanished.It has all been most irregular.‘It has? Has it? Oh, well, can’t have irregularity,’said the Archchancellor.He was told, It must have been terrible.‘Well, I . . . that is . . . I suppose we . . . I’m not sure . . . must it?’ He was told, But now the burden is removed. Rejoice. That is all. There will be a short transitional period before a suitable candidate presents itself, and then normal service will be resumed. In the meantime, we apologise for any unavoidable inconvenience caused by superfluous
was told, We apologise for the recent lapse in standards. ‘Lapse?’ said the Archchancellor, now totally mystified.’Well, uh. I’m not sure there’s been a . . . I mean, of course the fella was always knockin’ around, but most of the time we hardly . . .’
He was told, life effects. The figure wavered and began to fade.
The Archchancellor waved his hands desperately.
‘Wait!’ he said.’You can’t just go like that! I command you to stay! What service? What does it all mean? Who are you?’
The hood turned back towards him and said, We are nothing.
‘That’s no help! What is your name?’
We are oblivion.
The figure vanished.It has all been most irregular.‘It has? Has it? Oh, well, can’t have irregularity,’said the Archchancellor.He was told, It must have been terrible.‘Well, I . . . that is . . . I suppose we . . . I’m not sure . . . must it?’ He was told, But now the burden is removed. Rejoice. That is all. There will be a short transitional period before a suitable candidate presents itself, and then normal service will be resumed. In the meantime, we apologise for any unavoidable inconvenience caused by superfluous
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Amedeo Modigliani Landscape
Amedeo Modigliani LandscapeAlphonse Maria Mucha The Judgement of ParisAlphonse Maria Mucha Savonnerie de BagnoletAlphonse Maria Mucha North StarAlphonse Maria Mucha Moet and Chandon White Star
on all the time, ‘ said Ridcully, ignoring him.
?Most? of things die all the time. Even vegetables.’
?You? won’told ones?’ said Ridcully, interested despite himself.
‘Dunno. They just float around in the air, I suppose, until they get attached to someone else.’
The Archchancellor looked affronted.
‘What, even wizards?’
‘Oh, yes. Everyone. It’s part of the miracle of existence.’ ‘Is it? Sounds like bad hygiene to me,’ said the Archchancellor.’I suppose there’s no way of stopping ?it? think Death ever came for a potato,’ ?said? Dean doubtfully.‘Death comes for everything,’ said the Archchancellor, firmly. The wizards nodded sagely.After a while the Senior Wrangler said, ‘Do you know, I read the other day that every atom in your body is changed every seven years? New ones keep getting attached and old ones keep on dropping off. It goes on all the time. Marvellous, really.’ ?e_? The Senior Wrangler could do to a conversation ?that? it takes quite thick treacle to do to the pedals of a precision watch. ‘Yes? What happens to the
on all the time, ‘ said Ridcully, ignoring him.
?Most? of things die all the time. Even vegetables.’
?You? won’told ones?’ said Ridcully, interested despite himself.
‘Dunno. They just float around in the air, I suppose, until they get attached to someone else.’
The Archchancellor looked affronted.
‘What, even wizards?’
‘Oh, yes. Everyone. It’s part of the miracle of existence.’ ‘Is it? Sounds like bad hygiene to me,’ said the Archchancellor.’I suppose there’s no way of stopping ?it? think Death ever came for a potato,’ ?said? Dean doubtfully.‘Death comes for everything,’ said the Archchancellor, firmly. The wizards nodded sagely.After a while the Senior Wrangler said, ‘Do you know, I read the other day that every atom in your body is changed every seven years? New ones keep getting attached and old ones keep on dropping off. It goes on all the time. Marvellous, really.’ ?e_? The Senior Wrangler could do to a conversation ?that? it takes quite thick treacle to do to the pedals of a precision watch. ‘Yes? What happens to the
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