Jack Vettriano Setting New StandardsJack Vettriano Seaside SharksJack Vettriano Scarlet Ribbons Lovely Ribbons
afterwards. It's mythology. You're not supposed to ask that kind of question.
On the other hand, beer has a flavour all its own; it's something to do with the water. Some people say it's like consommé, but they are wrong. Consommé is cooler.
Ridcully smacked his lips happily.
'Ah, we certainly know what goes into good beer in AnkhMorpork,' he said.
The wizards nodded. They certainly did. That's why they were drinking gin and tonic.
Ridcully looked around. Normally at this time of night there was a fight going on somewhereRidcully believed that everything had come into being by chance or, in the particular case of the Dean, out of spite.Senior wizards didn't usually drink in the Mended Drum except when they were off duty. They were aware that they were here tonight in some sort of ill‑defined official capacity, and were seated rather primly in front of their drinks.There was a ring of empty seats around them, but it was not very big because the Drum was unusually crowded.'Lot of ambience in here,' said Ridcully, looking around. 'Ah, I see they do Real Ale again. I'll have a pint of Turbot's Really Odd, please.'The wizards watched him as he drained the mug. Ankh‑Morpork
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Franz Marc Stables
Franz Marc StablesFranz Marc FoxesFranz Marc fighting formsFranz Marc Fate of the Animals
man doesn't even mean to kill him. It's so sloppy. That's not how things should go. Someone ought to do something about it.
She stealing the silver.
It was music that went down to the feet by way of the pelvis without paying a call on Mr Brain.
The troll picked up his hammers, looked blankly at his stones, and then began to beat out a rhythmreached over to grab the axe handle.SQUEAK!'Shut up!'Whaaauum.Imp stood like a discus thrower as the chord filled across the noisy room.It rang like an iron bar dropped on a library floor at midnight.Echoes bounced back from the corners of the room. Each one bore its own load of harmonics.It was an explosion of sound in the same way that a Hogswatchnight rocket explodes, each falling spark exploding again . . .Imp's fingers caressed the strings, picking out three more chords. The axe‑thrower lowered his axe.This was music that had not only escaped but had robbed a bank on the way out. It was music with its sleeves rolled up and its top button undone, raising its hat and grinning and
man doesn't even mean to kill him. It's so sloppy. That's not how things should go. Someone ought to do something about it.
She stealing the silver.
It was music that went down to the feet by way of the pelvis without paying a call on Mr Brain.
The troll picked up his hammers, looked blankly at his stones, and then began to beat out a rhythmreached over to grab the axe handle.SQUEAK!'Shut up!'Whaaauum.Imp stood like a discus thrower as the chord filled across the noisy room.It rang like an iron bar dropped on a library floor at midnight.Echoes bounced back from the corners of the room. Each one bore its own load of harmonics.It was an explosion of sound in the same way that a Hogswatchnight rocket explodes, each falling spark exploding again . . .Imp's fingers caressed the strings, picking out three more chords. The axe‑thrower lowered his axe.This was music that had not only escaped but had robbed a bank on the way out. It was music with its sleeves rolled up and its top button undone, raising its hat and grinning and
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Claude Monet Terrace at St Adresse
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Carrot shook the drops off his leather rain cape and exchanged salutes with the troll on guard. He strolled through the clerks in the outer rooms and knocked respectfully on the door of the Oblong Office.
'Come.'
Carrot entered,'A new dartboard, sir. It helps the men relax after their shift, sir.'
Vetinari recovered a little.
'Another one? But you had one only last year!'
'It's the Librarian, sir. Nobby lets him play and he just leans a bit and hammers the darts in with his fist. It ruins the board. Anyway, Detritus threw one through it. Through the wall behind it, too.'
'Very well. And?'
'Well . . . Acting-Constable Detritus needs to be let off havin marched to the desk, saluted and stood at ease.Lord Vetinari tensed, very slightly.'Oh, yes,' he said. 'Corporal Carrot. I was expecting . . . something like this. I'm sure you've come to ask me for . . . something?'Carrot unfolded a piece of grubby paper, and cleared his throat.'Well, sir . . . we could do with a new dartboard. You know. For when we're off duty?'The Patrician blinked. It was not often that he blinked.'I beg your pardon?'
Carrot shook the drops off his leather rain cape and exchanged salutes with the troll on guard. He strolled through the clerks in the outer rooms and knocked respectfully on the door of the Oblong Office.
'Come.'
Carrot entered,'A new dartboard, sir. It helps the men relax after their shift, sir.'
Vetinari recovered a little.
'Another one? But you had one only last year!'
'It's the Librarian, sir. Nobby lets him play and he just leans a bit and hammers the darts in with his fist. It ruins the board. Anyway, Detritus threw one through it. Through the wall behind it, too.'
'Very well. And?'
'Well . . . Acting-Constable Detritus needs to be let off havin marched to the desk, saluted and stood at ease.Lord Vetinari tensed, very slightly.'Oh, yes,' he said. 'Corporal Carrot. I was expecting . . . something like this. I'm sure you've come to ask me for . . . something?'Carrot unfolded a piece of grubby paper, and cleared his throat.'Well, sir . . . we could do with a new dartboard. You know. For when we're off duty?'The Patrician blinked. It was not often that he blinked.'I beg your pardon?'
Monday, May 4, 2009
Juan Gris Guitar and Music Pape
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Sergeant Colon saluted when Carrot came back, frowning in thought.
'We can go home now, sir?' he suggested.
'What? Why?'
'Now it's all sorted out?'
'I just said bearing down on him with its mouth open, although admittedly he'd had to change his underwear afterwards. But that had been simple. A great big fire-breathing dragon was straightforward. There it was, right in front of you, about to broil you alive. That was all you had to worry about. Admittedly, it was a lot to worry about, but it was . . . simple. It wasn't any kind of mystery.
'We're going to have to sort it out?' he said.
'Yes.'that to waylay suspicion,' said Carrot.'Ah. Very clever,' said the sergeant quickly. 'That's what I thought. He's saying that to waylay suspicion, I thought.''There's still a murderer out there somewhere. Or something worse.'Carrot ran his gaze over the ill-assorted soldiery.'But right now I think we're going to have to sort out this business with the Day Watch,' he said.'Er. People say it's practically a riot up there,' said Colon.'That's why we've got to sort it out.'Colon bit his lip. He was not, as such, a coward. Last year the city had been invaded by a dragon and he'd actually stood on a rooftop and fired arrows at it while it was
Sergeant Colon saluted when Carrot came back, frowning in thought.
'We can go home now, sir?' he suggested.
'What? Why?'
'Now it's all sorted out?'
'I just said bearing down on him with its mouth open, although admittedly he'd had to change his underwear afterwards. But that had been simple. A great big fire-breathing dragon was straightforward. There it was, right in front of you, about to broil you alive. That was all you had to worry about. Admittedly, it was a lot to worry about, but it was . . . simple. It wasn't any kind of mystery.
'We're going to have to sort it out?' he said.
'Yes.'that to waylay suspicion,' said Carrot.'Ah. Very clever,' said the sergeant quickly. 'That's what I thought. He's saying that to waylay suspicion, I thought.''There's still a murderer out there somewhere. Or something worse.'Carrot ran his gaze over the ill-assorted soldiery.'But right now I think we're going to have to sort out this business with the Day Watch,' he said.'Er. People say it's practically a riot up there,' said Colon.'That's why we've got to sort it out.'Colon bit his lip. He was not, as such, a coward. Last year the city had been invaded by a dragon and he'd actually stood on a rooftop and fired arrows at it while it was
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Alexandre Cabanel Phedre
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like a short set of Pan pipes, provided Pan was restricted to six notes, all of them the same. They were made of steel, welded together. There, the reason being, the stiff was dead at least two days, Cpl C. W. St. J. Nobbs agrees, so someone is telling meat pies, never trust anyone who falls on his arse for a living. Whereupon Dr Whiteface met us, and, damn near gave us the derriere velocite out of the place. It seemed to us, viz, me and Cpl C. W. St. J. Nobbs, that the Fools are worried that it might have been the Assassins, but we don't know why. Also, clown Boffo went on about us looking for Beano's nose, but he had a nose on when we saw him here, so we said to clown Boffo, did he mean a false nose, he said, no, a real one, bugger off. Whereupon we come back here.'
was a strip of serrated metal along one side, like a flattened-out cogwheel, and the whole thing reeked of fireworks.He laid it carefully beside his plate.He read Sergeant Colon's report. Fred Colon had spent some time on it, probably with a dictionary. It went as follows: 'Report of Sgt F. Colon. Approx. 10am today, Auguste 15, I proseeded in the company of Corporal, C. W. St. J. Nobbs, to the Guild of Fools and Joculators in God Street, whereupon we conversed with clown Boffo who said, down Beano, the corpus derelicti, was definitely seen by him, down Boffo, leaving the Guild the previous morning just after the explosion. This is dead bent in my opinion
like a short set of Pan pipes, provided Pan was restricted to six notes, all of them the same. They were made of steel, welded together. There, the reason being, the stiff was dead at least two days, Cpl C. W. St. J. Nobbs agrees, so someone is telling meat pies, never trust anyone who falls on his arse for a living. Whereupon Dr Whiteface met us, and, damn near gave us the derriere velocite out of the place. It seemed to us, viz, me and Cpl C. W. St. J. Nobbs, that the Fools are worried that it might have been the Assassins, but we don't know why. Also, clown Boffo went on about us looking for Beano's nose, but he had a nose on when we saw him here, so we said to clown Boffo, did he mean a false nose, he said, no, a real one, bugger off. Whereupon we come back here.'
was a strip of serrated metal along one side, like a flattened-out cogwheel, and the whole thing reeked of fireworks.He laid it carefully beside his plate.He read Sergeant Colon's report. Fred Colon had spent some time on it, probably with a dictionary. It went as follows: 'Report of Sgt F. Colon. Approx. 10am today, Auguste 15, I proseeded in the company of Corporal, C. W. St. J. Nobbs, to the Guild of Fools and Joculators in God Street, whereupon we conversed with clown Boffo who said, down Beano, the corpus derelicti, was definitely seen by him, down Boffo, leaving the Guild the previous morning just after the explosion. This is dead bent in my opinion
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