Jack Vettriano The Last Great RomanticJack Vettriano The InnocentsJack Vettriano The Great Poet
dwarf. You have to know how to deal with people in this game.'
He came back and sat down beside the Librarian. The ape put a smaller bend in the pipe.
'What're you making?' said Glod.
'Gook‑oook‑OOKpicked up a piece of wood, gripped one end and began to strum.
'Ook?'
'That's right,' said Glod. 'The boy with the guitar.'
‘Eeek.'
The Librarian did a back somersault.
'Oookoook‑ooka‑ooka‑OOOka‑OOK!'
'I can see you're in the swing of it already,' said Glod.!''My cousin Modo is the gardener here,' said Glod. 'He says you're a mean keyboard player.' He stared at the hands, busy in the pipebending. They were big. And of course there were four of them. 'He was certainly partly right,' he added.The ape picked up a length of driftwood and tasted it.‘We thought you might like to play pianoforte with us at the Drum tonight,' said Glod. 'Me and Cliff and Buddy, that is.'The Librarian rolled a brown eye towards him, then
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Raphael The Sistine Madonna
Raphael The Sistine MadonnaWilliam Bouguereau BiblisWilliam Bouguereau Nymphs and Satyr.
up‑market. This was the only available direction.
There had been the Quizzing Device, a three‑ton water‑driven monstrosity based on a recently discovered design by Leonard of any day now. The Librarian, one of the tavern's regulars, had been collecting pennies in readiness.
There was a small stage at one end of the bar. The owner had tried a lunch‑time stripper, but only once. At the sight of a large orang-utan in the front row with a big innocent grin, a big bag of penny pieces and a big banana the poor girl had fled. Yet another entertainment Guild had blacklisted the Drum.
The new owner's name was Hibiscus Dunelm. It wasn't his fault. He really wanted to make the Drum, he said, a fun place. For two pins he'd have put stripy umbrellas Quirm. It had been a bad idea. Captain Carrot of the Watch, who had a mind like a needle under his open smiling face, had surreptitiously substituted a new roll of questions like: Were you nere Vortin's Diamond Warehouse on the Nite of the 15th? and: Who was the Third Man Who did the Blagging At Bearhugger's Distillery Larst wee‑k? and had arrested three customers before they caught on.The owner had promised another machine
up‑market. This was the only available direction.
There had been the Quizzing Device, a three‑ton water‑driven monstrosity based on a recently discovered design by Leonard of any day now. The Librarian, one of the tavern's regulars, had been collecting pennies in readiness.
There was a small stage at one end of the bar. The owner had tried a lunch‑time stripper, but only once. At the sight of a large orang-utan in the front row with a big innocent grin, a big bag of penny pieces and a big banana the poor girl had fled. Yet another entertainment Guild had blacklisted the Drum.
The new owner's name was Hibiscus Dunelm. It wasn't his fault. He really wanted to make the Drum, he said, a fun place. For two pins he'd have put stripy umbrellas Quirm. It had been a bad idea. Captain Carrot of the Watch, who had a mind like a needle under his open smiling face, had surreptitiously substituted a new roll of questions like: Were you nere Vortin's Diamond Warehouse on the Nite of the 15th? and: Who was the Third Man Who did the Blagging At Bearhugger's Distillery Larst wee‑k? and had arrested three customers before they caught on.The owner had promised another machine
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Bernhard Gutmann Study of a Woman in Black
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'Don't say anything,' she said. And it might be all right.'
After a while the to himself, had never been quite sure, as it were, where he fitted in.
This was probably not something he was going to write to his parents about. They almost certainly knew.
He slid out of bed. The room was stifling hot with the curtains drawn.
Behind him, he heard Angua roll over into the hollow left bedsprings went glink.And shortly after that, for Corporal Carrot, the Disc-world moved. And didn't even bother to stop to cancel the bread and newspapers. Corporal Carrot awoke around four a.m., that secret hour known only to the night people, such as criminals, policemen and other misfits. He lay on his half of the narrow bed and stared at the wall.It had definitely been an interesting night.Although he was indeed simple, he wasn't stupid, and he'd always been aware of what might be called the mechanics. He'd been acquainted with several young ladies, and had taken them on many invigorating walks to see fascinating ironwork and interesting civic buildings until they'd unaccountably lost interest. He'd patrolled the Whore Pits often enough, although Mrs Palm and the Guild of Seamstresses were trying to persuade the Patrician to rename the area The Street of Negotiable Affection. But he'd never seen them in relation
'Don't say anything,' she said. And it might be all right.'
After a while the to himself, had never been quite sure, as it were, where he fitted in.
This was probably not something he was going to write to his parents about. They almost certainly knew.
He slid out of bed. The room was stifling hot with the curtains drawn.
Behind him, he heard Angua roll over into the hollow left bedsprings went glink.And shortly after that, for Corporal Carrot, the Disc-world moved. And didn't even bother to stop to cancel the bread and newspapers. Corporal Carrot awoke around four a.m., that secret hour known only to the night people, such as criminals, policemen and other misfits. He lay on his half of the narrow bed and stared at the wall.It had definitely been an interesting night.Although he was indeed simple, he wasn't stupid, and he'd always been aware of what might be called the mechanics. He'd been acquainted with several young ladies, and had taken them on many invigorating walks to see fascinating ironwork and interesting civic buildings until they'd unaccountably lost interest. He'd patrolled the Whore Pits often enough, although Mrs Palm and the Guild of Seamstresses were trying to persuade the Patrician to rename the area The Street of Negotiable Affection. But he'd never seen them in relation
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Salvador Dali Galatea of the Spheres
Salvador Dali Galatea of the SpheresSalvador Dali GalarinaSalvador Dali Figure at a Window ISalvador Dali Corpus Hypercubus
sergeant and everyone,' said Cuddy.
'No . . . not even them. If d make everyone very . . . jumpy.'
'Just as you say, Corporal Carrot.'
'We're dealing with a sick mind here, men.'
Underground
Vimes dried himself off. Willikins had also laid out a dressing gown with brocade on the sleeves. He put it on, and wandered into his dressing room.
That was another new thing. The rich even had rooms for dressing in, and clothes light dawned on Cuddy.'Ah,' he said. 'You suspect Corporal Nobbs, sir?''This is worse. Come on, let's get back up.' He looked back towards the big pillar-barred cavern. 'Any idea where we are, Cuddy?''Could be under the Palace, sir.''That's what I reckoned. Of course, the tunnels go everywhere . . .'Carrot's worried train of thought faltered away on some distant track.There was water in the sewers, even in this drought. Springs flowed into them, or water filtered down from far above. Everywhere was the drip and splash of water. And cool, cool air.It would almost be pleasant were it not for the sad, hunched corpse of someone that looked for all the world like Beano the clown.
sergeant and everyone,' said Cuddy.
'No . . . not even them. If d make everyone very . . . jumpy.'
'Just as you say, Corporal Carrot.'
'We're dealing with a sick mind here, men.'
Underground
Vimes dried himself off. Willikins had also laid out a dressing gown with brocade on the sleeves. He put it on, and wandered into his dressing room.
That was another new thing. The rich even had rooms for dressing in, and clothes light dawned on Cuddy.'Ah,' he said. 'You suspect Corporal Nobbs, sir?''This is worse. Come on, let's get back up.' He looked back towards the big pillar-barred cavern. 'Any idea where we are, Cuddy?''Could be under the Palace, sir.''That's what I reckoned. Of course, the tunnels go everywhere . . .'Carrot's worried train of thought faltered away on some distant track.There was water in the sewers, even in this drought. Springs flowed into them, or water filtered down from far above. Everywhere was the drip and splash of water. And cool, cool air.It would almost be pleasant were it not for the sad, hunched corpse of someone that looked for all the world like Beano the clown.
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