Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Jack Vettriano Sometimes It's A Man's World

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Hibiscus bustled up. 'You boys ready, then?' he said.
'Hold on a minute,' said Cliff. 'We ain't discussed our pay.'
'I said six his arm around Glod's head and led him to a corner of the room.
Buddy watched the Librarian examine the piano. He'd never seen a musician begin by trying to eat his instrument. Then the ape lifted the lid and regarded the keyboard. He tried a few notes, apparently for taste.
Glod returned, rubbing his hands.
'That's sorted him out,' he said. 'Hah!'
'How much?' said Cliff.
'Six dollars!' said Glod.dollars,' said Hibiscus. 'What d'you ex­pect? You aren't Guild, and the Guild rate is eight dollars.'‘We wouldn't ask you for eight dollars,' said Glod.'Right!''We'll take sixteen.''Sixteen? You can't do that! That's almost twice Guild rate!''But there's a lot of people out there,' said Glod. 'I bet you're renting a lot of beer. We don't mind going home.''Let's talk about this,' said Hibiscus. He put

Monday, May 11, 2009

Franz Marc fate animals

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dwarf took a deep breath, and extracted from the horn a deep, throbbing sound.
People drummed their fingers on the edge of the tables. The orang was sitting with a huge rapt grin on his face, as though he'd swallowed a banana sideways.
Susan looked down at the hourglass marked Imp y Celyn.
The top bulb The Librarian's hair was standing on end, all over his body. The ends crackled.
It made you want to kick down walls and ascend the sky on steps of fire. It made you want to pull all the switches and throw all the levers and stick your fingers in the electric socket was now quite empty of sand, but something blue flickered in there.She felt tiny pin‑like claws scrabble up her back and find purchase on her shoulder.The Death of Rats looked down at the glass.SQUEAK, it said, quietly.Susan still wasn't good on Rat but she thought she knew 'uh‑oh' when she heard it.Imp's fingers danced over the strings, but the sound that came from them was no relative to the tones of harp or lute. The guitar screamed like an angel who had just discovered why it was on the wrong side. Sparks glittered on the strings.Imp himself had his eyes shut and was holding the instrument close to his chest, like a soldier holding a spear at the port. It was hard to know who was playing what.And still the music flooded out.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Dirck Bouts Resurrection

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gather that you and, er, Constable Angua are getting along well?'
'We have a very good Understanding, sir. Of course, there will be minor difficulties,' said Carrot, 'but, to look on the positive side, I've,' said Lady Ramkin, from her side of the dining table. 'We must get you on that. And the Country Landowners' Association. And the Friendly Flamethrowers' League. Cheer up. You'll find your time will just fill up like nobody's business.'
'Yes, dear,' said Vimes. The days stretched ahead of him, just filling up like nobody's business got someone who's always ready for a walk around the city.'As Carrot had his hand on the door handle Lord Vetinari called out to him.'Yes, sir?'Carrot looked back at the tall thin man, standing in the big bare room beside the golden throne filled with decay.'You're a man interested in words, captain. I'd just invite you to consider something your predecessor never fully grasped.''Sir?''Have you ever wondered where the word "politician" comes from?' said the Patrician. And then there's the committee of the Sunshine Sanctuary

Monday, May 4, 2009


said Carrot. 'Ordinary hens' eggs. What you do is, you get a hen's egg, and you make a hole in either end and you blow the egg stuff out,ones had faded almost to nothing. She put it down and unconsciously wiped her hand on her tunic.
'What happens if a clown wants to use another clown's face?' she said.
'Oh, we compare all the new eggs with the ones on the shelves,' said Boffo. 'It's not allowed.'
They walked between aisles of faces. Angua fanded she could hear the squelch of a million custard-filled trousers and the echoes of a thousand honking noses and a million and then a clown paints his make-up on the egg and that's his official make-up and no other clown can use it. That's very important. Some faces have been in the same family for generations, you know. Very valuable thing, a clown's face. Isn't that so, Boffo?'The clown was staring at him.'How do you know all that?''I read it in a book.'Angua picked up an ancient egg. There was a label attached to it, and on the label were a dozen names, all crossed out except the last one. The ink on the earlier

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

William Merritt Chase Idle Hours

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a dead end.'
The two Watchmen lumbered to a halt.
Cuddy knew that he was currently the brains of the partnership, even though Detritus was presently counting, his face name was fortunately lost in the celebrated mists of time, but it had come to be deserved. It had turned into a kind of tunnel as upper storeys were built out and over it, leaving a few inches of sky.
Cuddy peered around the corner, into the gloom.
Click. Click.
It came from deep in the darkness.
'Did he have any weapons?'beaming with pride, the stones in the wall beside him.Why had they chased someone halfway across the dry ? Because they'd run away. No-one ran away from the Watch. Thieves just flashed their licences. Unlicensed thieves had nothing to fear from the Watch, since they'd saved up all their fear for the Thieves' Guild. Assassins always obeyed the letter of the law. And honest men didn't run away from the WatchRunning away from the Watch was downright suspicious.The origin of Grope Alley's

Thomas Gainsborough The Watering Place

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was lucky!' he said. 'Could have been a nasty accident there.'
He triedto you, you were among the first to know.
His visitor grabbed the device from the bench and rammed it into a cloth bag. Then he looked around wildly, picked up the corpse of Mr Hammerhock, and dragged it through the door towards the river.
There was a distant splash, or as close to a splash as you could get from the Ankh.
'Oh dear,' said Bjorn. 'And I can't swim, either.'
Bjorn looked at him.
'You're a lot shorter than I thought you'd be,' he said. to fan some of the smoke away, and then reached for the file again.His hand went through it.AHEM.Bjorn tried again.The file was as insubstantial as the smoke.'What?'AHEM.The owner of the strange device was staring in horror at something on the floor. Bjorn followed his gaze.'Oh,' he said. Realization, which had been hovering on the edge of Bjorn's consciousness, finally dawned. That was the thing about death. When it happened

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Andy Warhol Sunset

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embarrassing disease he'd died of.
They had just eaten a not-very-good meal which had, however, included some ancient and worthwhile wines. They'd attended because they'd all known Edward's father, and the d'Eaths were a fine old family, if now in very reduced circumstances.
'So you see,' would be somewhat watered down by now, don't you think?'
'The royal b-lood cannot be wa-tered down!'
Ah, thought Lord Rust. So he's that kind. Young Edward thinks the touch of a king can cure scrofula, as if royalty was the equivalent of a sulphur ointment. Young Edward thinks that there is no lake of blood too big to wade through to put a rightful king on a throne, no deed too base in defence of a crown. A romantic, in fact.said Edward proudly, 'the evidence is overwhelming. We have a king!'His audience tried to avoid looking at one another's faces.'I thought you'd be pl-eased,' said Edward.Finally, Lord Rust voiced the unspoken consensus. There was no room in those true-blue eyes for pity, which was not a survival trait, but sometimes it was possible to risk a little kindness.'Edward,' he said, 'the last king of Ankh-Morpork died centuries ago.''Executed by t-raitors!''Even if a descendant could still be found, the royal blood