Jack Vettriano Olympia portrait of Zara PhilipsJack Vettriano Night PreparationsJack Vettriano night Negotiations
same amount of moonlight, although minds like Mr Clete's deplored this state of affairs.
The sergeantsurreptitiously at some writing on his wrist, '. . . a raving madman! I've been watching you all day! You haven't even groaned! I can't sit in my . . . thing, you sit in it, there's papers and things . . .'
OFFICE.
'. . . working, with you outside like this! I can't bear it!'
Beau Nidle glanced upwards. He felt it was time for a strolled across the packed sand of the parade ground. He stopped, sat down, and produced a cheroot. Then he pulled out a match, reached down and struck it on something sticking out of the sand, which said:GOOD EVENING.'I expect you've had enough, eh, soldier?' said the sergeant.ENOUGH WHAT, SERGEANT?'Two days in the sun, no food, no water . . . I expect you're delirious with thirst and are just begging to be dug out, eh?'YES. IT IS CERTAINLY VERY DULL.'Dull?'I AM AFRAID SO.'Dull? It's not meant to be dull! It's the Pit! It's meant to be a horrible physical and mental torture! After one day of it you're supposed to by a . . .' The sergeant glanced
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
Monday, 11 May 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Yarnwinder
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'That's all right, then, is it?' The raven landed on her shoulder.
'What're you doing here?'
'Rat Death here said I could have a lift. I've got an appointment.'
SQUEAK.up station between the horse's ears, tiny robe flapping in the wind.
Binky cantered low over a battlefield. It wasn't a major war, just an inter‑tribal scuffle. Nor were there any obvious armies ‑ the fighters seemed to be two groups of individuals, some on horseback, who happened coincidentally to be on the same side. Everyone was dressed in the same sort of furs and exciting leatherwear, and Susan was at a loss to know how they told friend from foe. People just seemed to shout a lot and swing huge swords and battleaxes at random. On the other The Death of Rats poked its nose out of the saddlebag.'Are we a cab service?' said Susan coldly.The rat shrugged and pushed a lifetimer into her hand.Susan read the name etched on the glass.'Volf Volfssonssonssonsson? Sounds a bit Hublandish to me.'SQUEAK.The Death of Rats clambered up Binky's mane and took
'That's all right, then, is it?' The raven landed on her shoulder.
'What're you doing here?'
'Rat Death here said I could have a lift. I've got an appointment.'
SQUEAK.up station between the horse's ears, tiny robe flapping in the wind.
Binky cantered low over a battlefield. It wasn't a major war, just an inter‑tribal scuffle. Nor were there any obvious armies ‑ the fighters seemed to be two groups of individuals, some on horseback, who happened coincidentally to be on the same side. Everyone was dressed in the same sort of furs and exciting leatherwear, and Susan was at a loss to know how they told friend from foe. People just seemed to shout a lot and swing huge swords and battleaxes at random. On the other The Death of Rats poked its nose out of the saddlebag.'Are we a cab service?' said Susan coldly.The rat shrugged and pushed a lifetimer into her hand.Susan read the name etched on the glass.'Volf Volfssonssonssonsson? Sounds a bit Hublandish to me.'SQUEAK.The Death of Rats clambered up Binky's mane and took
Thursday, 7 May 2009
Albert Bierstadt The Mountain Brook
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Carrot stared straight ahead of him with the glistening air of one busting with duty and efficiency and an absolute resolve to duck and dodge any direct questions put to him.
'I—' Vimes picked up the paper again, put it down, picked it up, and then passed it over to Sybil.
'My word!' ignorance.
There was another dangerous silence.
'But, of course,' said Vimes, 'there's no possible way I could oversee this sort of thing.'
'What do you mean, sir?' said Carrot.she said. 'A knighthood? Not a moment too soon, either!''Oh, no! Not me! You know what I think about the so-called aristocrats in this city – apart from you, Sybil, of course.''Perhaps it's about time the general stock was improved, then,' said Lady Ramkin.'His lordship did say,' said Carrot, 'that no part of the package was negotiable, sir. I mean, it's all or nothing, if you understand me.''All . . .?''Yessir.''. . . or nothing.''Yessir.'Vimes drummed his ringers on the table.'You've won, haven't you?' he said. 'You've won.''Sir? Don't understand, sir,' said Carrot, radiating honest
Carrot stared straight ahead of him with the glistening air of one busting with duty and efficiency and an absolute resolve to duck and dodge any direct questions put to him.
'I—' Vimes picked up the paper again, put it down, picked it up, and then passed it over to Sybil.
'My word!' ignorance.
There was another dangerous silence.
'But, of course,' said Vimes, 'there's no possible way I could oversee this sort of thing.'
'What do you mean, sir?' said Carrot.she said. 'A knighthood? Not a moment too soon, either!''Oh, no! Not me! You know what I think about the so-called aristocrats in this city – apart from you, Sybil, of course.''Perhaps it's about time the general stock was improved, then,' said Lady Ramkin.'His lordship did say,' said Carrot, 'that no part of the package was negotiable, sir. I mean, it's all or nothing, if you understand me.''All . . .?''Yessir.''. . . or nothing.''Yessir.'Vimes drummed his ringers on the table.'You've won, haven't you?' he said. 'You've won.''Sir? Don't understand, sir,' said Carrot, radiating honest
Monday, 4 May 2009
Pop art miles davis no.8
Pop art miles davis no.8Pop art miles 1960Pop art miles 1960, on rust
right,' said it?'
'How should I know? I don't know how much money humans generally have.'
Nobby subsided.
'There's one thing that's true at least,' he said. 'You dwarfs really love gold, don't you?'
'Of course we don't. Don't be silly.'
'Well—'Nobby. He glanced at the trolls, then leaned across to Cuddy and whispered in the approximate region of his ear.Cuddy nodded.'Oh, is that all?''Yes. Er . . . is it true?''What? Oh, yes. Of course. It's nat'ral for a dwarf. Some have got more than others, of course.''That's the case all round,' said Nobby.'I myself, for example, have saved more than seventy-eight dollars.''No! I mean, no. I mean, I don't mean well-endowed with money. I mean . . .' Nobby whispered again. Cuddy's expression didn't change.Nobby waggled his eyebrows. 'True, is was in a clown's bedroom. Colon had occasionally wondered what clowns did in private, and it was all here – the overlarge shoe tree, the very wide trouser press, the mirror with all the candles round it, some industrial-sized sticks of make-up . . . and a bed which looked like nothing more complicated than a blanket on the floor, because that's what it was. Clowns and fools weren't encouraged to live the soft life. Humour was a serious business.
There was also a hole in the wall, just big enough to admit a man. A little pile of crumbling bricks was heaped next to it.
There was darkness on the other side.
On the other side, people killed other people for money.
right,' said it?'
'How should I know? I don't know how much money humans generally have.'
Nobby subsided.
'There's one thing that's true at least,' he said. 'You dwarfs really love gold, don't you?'
'Of course we don't. Don't be silly.'
'Well—'Nobby. He glanced at the trolls, then leaned across to Cuddy and whispered in the approximate region of his ear.Cuddy nodded.'Oh, is that all?''Yes. Er . . . is it true?''What? Oh, yes. Of course. It's nat'ral for a dwarf. Some have got more than others, of course.''That's the case all round,' said Nobby.'I myself, for example, have saved more than seventy-eight dollars.''No! I mean, no. I mean, I don't mean well-endowed with money. I mean . . .' Nobby whispered again. Cuddy's expression didn't change.Nobby waggled his eyebrows. 'True, is was in a clown's bedroom. Colon had occasionally wondered what clowns did in private, and it was all here – the overlarge shoe tree, the very wide trouser press, the mirror with all the candles round it, some industrial-sized sticks of make-up . . . and a bed which looked like nothing more complicated than a blanket on the floor, because that's what it was. Clowns and fools weren't encouraged to live the soft life. Humour was a serious business.
There was also a hole in the wall, just big enough to admit a man. A little pile of crumbling bricks was heaped next to it.
There was darkness on the other side.
On the other side, people killed other people for money.
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Red Hat
Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Red HatDiane Romanello WindsongDiego Rivera The Flower Seller
there,' said Carrot. 'Behind that little bit of cotton wool.'
'Oh.'
'I'm afraid that for Mr Johnson accurate measurements were something that happened to other people.'
Mr Scant dosed the lid.
'He also did thewas full of interesting facts about Ankh-Morpork. Angua felt she was floating uneasily on a sea of them. Walking along a street with Carrot was like having three guided tours rolled into one.
'Now here,' said Carrot, 'is the Beggars' Guild. They're the oldest of the Guilds. Not many people know that.'
'Is that so?' Quirm Memorial, the Hanging Gardens of Ankh, and the Colossus of Morpork,' said Carrot.'The Colossus of Morpork?' said Angua.Mr Scant held up a skinny finger. Ah,' he said. 'Don't go away.' He started to pat his pockets. 'Got 'im 'ere somewhere.''Didn't the man ever design anything useful?''Well, he did design an ornamental cruet set for Mad Lord Snapcase,' said Carrot, as they strolled away.'He got that right?''Not exactly. But here's an interesting fact, four families live in a salt shaker and we use the pepper pot for storing grain.'Angua smiled. Interesting facts. Carrot
there,' said Carrot. 'Behind that little bit of cotton wool.'
'Oh.'
'I'm afraid that for Mr Johnson accurate measurements were something that happened to other people.'
Mr Scant dosed the lid.
'He also did thewas full of interesting facts about Ankh-Morpork. Angua felt she was floating uneasily on a sea of them. Walking along a street with Carrot was like having three guided tours rolled into one.
'Now here,' said Carrot, 'is the Beggars' Guild. They're the oldest of the Guilds. Not many people know that.'
'Is that so?' Quirm Memorial, the Hanging Gardens of Ankh, and the Colossus of Morpork,' said Carrot.'The Colossus of Morpork?' said Angua.Mr Scant held up a skinny finger. Ah,' he said. 'Don't go away.' He started to pat his pockets. 'Got 'im 'ere somewhere.''Didn't the man ever design anything useful?''Well, he did design an ornamental cruet set for Mad Lord Snapcase,' said Carrot, as they strolled away.'He got that right?''Not exactly. But here's an interesting fact, four families live in a salt shaker and we use the pepper pot for storing grain.'Angua smiled. Interesting facts. Carrot
Claude Monet Water-Lilies 1914
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– he'd got polite, noncommittal answers. No, she'd locked his workshop and seemed to have mislaid the key. Thank you..
'Where are you staying?' said Carrot.
'Just down there.' She pointed.
'Elm Street? Not Mrs Cake's?'
'Yes. Why not? I just wanted a clean place, reasonably priced. What's wrong with that?'He'd tried to indicate as subtly as possible that a wholesale march on Quarry Lane would be frowned upon by the guard (probably from a vantage point at a safe distance) but hadn't the face to spell it out. He couldn't say: don't take matters into your own hands for the guard are mightily in pursuit of the wrongdoer, because he didn't have a clue where to start. Had your husband any enemies? Yes, someone put a huge great hole in him, but apart from that, did he have any enemies?So he'd extracted himself with as much dignity as possible, which wasn't very much, and after a battle with himself which he'd lost, he'd picked up half a bottle of Bearhugger's Old Persnickety and wandered into the night. Carrot and Angua reached the end of Gleam Street
– he'd got polite, noncommittal answers. No, she'd locked his workshop and seemed to have mislaid the key. Thank you..
'Where are you staying?' said Carrot.
'Just down there.' She pointed.
'Elm Street? Not Mrs Cake's?'
'Yes. Why not? I just wanted a clean place, reasonably priced. What's wrong with that?'He'd tried to indicate as subtly as possible that a wholesale march on Quarry Lane would be frowned upon by the guard (probably from a vantage point at a safe distance) but hadn't the face to spell it out. He couldn't say: don't take matters into your own hands for the guard are mightily in pursuit of the wrongdoer, because he didn't have a clue where to start. Had your husband any enemies? Yes, someone put a huge great hole in him, but apart from that, did he have any enemies?So he'd extracted himself with as much dignity as possible, which wasn't very much, and after a battle with himself which he'd lost, he'd picked up half a bottle of Bearhugger's Old Persnickety and wandered into the night. Carrot and Angua reached the end of Gleam Street
Sunday, 26 April 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Yarnwinder
Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with YarnwinderLeonardo da Vinci Madonna LittaLeonardo da Vinci Female Head
Actually, visitors don't often say this. They usually say things like 'Which way to the, you know, the . . . er . . . you know, the young ladies, right?'
But if they started thinking with their brains for a little while, that's what they'd be thinking.
'Sir?' Captain Vimes, while in the presence of the ruler of the city, always concentrated his gaze on a point one foot above and six inches to the left of the man's head.
'And of course you will be quite a rich man, captain.'
'Yes, sir.'
'I hope you have thought about that. You will have new responsibilities:'
'Yes, sir.'The Patrician of Ankh-Morpork sat back on his austere chair with the sudden bright smile of a very busy person at the end of a crowded day who's suddenly found in his schedule a reminder saying: 7.00-7.05, Be Cheerful and Relaxed and a People Person.'Well, of course I was very saddened to receive your letter, captain . . .''Yes, sir,' said Vimes, still as wooden as a furniture warehouse.'Please sit down, captain.''Yes, sir.' Vimes remained standing. It was a matter of pride.'But of course I quite understand. The Ramkin country estates are very extensive, I believe. I'm sure Lady Ramkin will appreciate your strong right hand.'
Actually, visitors don't often say this. They usually say things like 'Which way to the, you know, the . . . er . . . you know, the young ladies, right?'
But if they started thinking with their brains for a little while, that's what they'd be thinking.
'Sir?' Captain Vimes, while in the presence of the ruler of the city, always concentrated his gaze on a point one foot above and six inches to the left of the man's head.
'And of course you will be quite a rich man, captain.'
'Yes, sir.'
'I hope you have thought about that. You will have new responsibilities:'
'Yes, sir.'The Patrician of Ankh-Morpork sat back on his austere chair with the sudden bright smile of a very busy person at the end of a crowded day who's suddenly found in his schedule a reminder saying: 7.00-7.05, Be Cheerful and Relaxed and a People Person.'Well, of course I was very saddened to receive your letter, captain . . .''Yes, sir,' said Vimes, still as wooden as a furniture warehouse.'Please sit down, captain.''Yes, sir.' Vimes remained standing. It was a matter of pride.'But of course I quite understand. The Ramkin country estates are very extensive, I believe. I'm sure Lady Ramkin will appreciate your strong right hand.'
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