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to edge with prime lean pork, with none oft hose spacious areas of good fresh air under the lid that represented his own profit margin. It was the kind of pie piglets hope to be when they grew up.
His heart sank. His ruin was floating in front of him with short-crust pastry on it.
'Want a taste?' him out of a dreadful dream in which a hundred masked women were attempting to trim his hair with broadswords and cutting it very fine indeed. Some people, having a nightmare like that, would dismiss it as castration anxiety, but Rincewind's subconscious knew being-cut-to-tiny-bits-mortal dread when it saw it. It saw it most of the time.
He sat up.said the wizard. 'There's plenty more where that came from.''Wherever it came from,' said Ardrothy.He looked past the shiny pastry to the face of the wizard, and in the manic gleam of those eyes he saw the world turning upside down.He turned away, a broken man, and set out for the nearest city gate.As if it wasn't bad enough that wizards were killing people, he thought bitterly, they were taking away their livelihood as well. A bucket of water splashed into Rincewind's face, jerking
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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didn't blush!'
'Precisely,' said Carding, 'my point.'
'All right,' Spelter conceded. 'But you think you know something else.'
The fat wizard shrugged. 'A mere suspicion of a hunch,' he said. 'But why should I ally,' he rolled the unfamiliar word around The two spells cannoned into one another, turned into a ball of green fire and exploded, filling the room with fine yellow crystals.
The wizards exchanged the kind of long, slow glare you could roast chestnuts on.
Bluntly, Carding was surprised. He shouldn't have been. Eighth-level wizards are seldom faced with challenging tests of magical skill. In theory there are only sevenhis tongue, 'with you, a mere fifth level? I could more certainly obtain the information by rendering down your living brain. I mean no offence, you understand, I ask only for knowledge.'The events of the next few seconds happened far too fast to be understood by non-wizards, but went approximately like this:Spelter had been drawing the signs of Megrim's Accelerator in the air under cover of the table. Now he muttered a syllable under his breath and fired the spell along the tabletop, where it left a smoking path in the varnish and met, about halfway, the silver snakes of Brother Hushmaster's Potent Asp-Spray as they spewed from Carding's fingertips.
didn't blush!'
'Precisely,' said Carding, 'my point.'
'All right,' Spelter conceded. 'But you think you know something else.'
The fat wizard shrugged. 'A mere suspicion of a hunch,' he said. 'But why should I ally,' he rolled the unfamiliar word around The two spells cannoned into one another, turned into a ball of green fire and exploded, filling the room with fine yellow crystals.
The wizards exchanged the kind of long, slow glare you could roast chestnuts on.
Bluntly, Carding was surprised. He shouldn't have been. Eighth-level wizards are seldom faced with challenging tests of magical skill. In theory there are only sevenhis tongue, 'with you, a mere fifth level? I could more certainly obtain the information by rendering down your living brain. I mean no offence, you understand, I ask only for knowledge.'The events of the next few seconds happened far too fast to be understood by non-wizards, but went approximately like this:Spelter had been drawing the signs of Megrim's Accelerator in the air under cover of the table. Now he muttered a syllable under his breath and fired the spell along the tabletop, where it left a smoking path in the varnish and met, about halfway, the silver snakes of Brother Hushmaster's Potent Asp-Spray as they spewed from Carding's fingertips.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Guido Reni Salome with the head of St John the Baptist
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Yes, I do. And I think, somehow, that they do too.’ but he’ll become a wolfman.
‘Yes. And she’ll become a wolfwoman.’ all Tight, but what kind of relationship can people have one week in four? ‘Maybe at least as good a chance of happiness as most people get. Life isn’t perfect, One-Man-Bucket.’ you’re telling me?
‘Now, can I ask you a personal question?’ said Windle. ‘I mean I’ve just got to know . . .’ huh.
‘After allout ten seconds before me to give him his name. Windle Poons thought about it.
‘Don’t tell me, let me guess,’ he said. ‘Two-Dogs-Fighting?’
Two-Dogs-Fighting a Two-Dogs-Fighting? said One-Man-Bucket. Wow, he’d have given his right arm to be called Two-Dogs-Fighting.
It was later that the story of Windle Poons really came to an end, if “story, you’ve got the astral plane to yourself again.’ oh, all right.‘Why are you called One -‘ is that all? I thought you could work that one out, a clever man like you. in my tribe we’re traditionally named after the First thing the mother sees when she looks out of the teepee after the birth. it’s short for One-Man-Pouring-a-Bucket-of- Water-over-Two-Dogs.‘That’s pretty unfortunate, ‘ said Windle. it’s not too bad, said One-Man-Bucket. it was my twin brother you had to feel sorry for. she looked
Yes, I do. And I think, somehow, that they do too.’ but he’ll become a wolfman.
‘Yes. And she’ll become a wolfwoman.’ all Tight, but what kind of relationship can people have one week in four? ‘Maybe at least as good a chance of happiness as most people get. Life isn’t perfect, One-Man-Bucket.’ you’re telling me?
‘Now, can I ask you a personal question?’ said Windle. ‘I mean I’ve just got to know . . .’ huh.
‘After allout ten seconds before me to give him his name. Windle Poons thought about it.
‘Don’t tell me, let me guess,’ he said. ‘Two-Dogs-Fighting?’
Two-Dogs-Fighting a Two-Dogs-Fighting? said One-Man-Bucket. Wow, he’d have given his right arm to be called Two-Dogs-Fighting.
It was later that the story of Windle Poons really came to an end, if “story, you’ve got the astral plane to yourself again.’ oh, all right.‘Why are you called One -‘ is that all? I thought you could work that one out, a clever man like you. in my tribe we’re traditionally named after the First thing the mother sees when she looks out of the teepee after the birth. it’s short for One-Man-Pouring-a-Bucket-of- Water-over-Two-Dogs.‘That’s pretty unfortunate, ‘ said Windle. it’s not too bad, said One-Man-Bucket. it was my twin brother you had to feel sorry for. she looked
Monday, April 6, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Pinocchio Wishes Upon a Star
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The mobile stage,’ breathed Windle Poons.
The wire basket tried to inch backwards without appearing to move.
Lupine growled.
‘Is that what would be something that would be handy, and get everywhere, and no-one would ever think it had got there by itself. But it’s all happening at the wrong time!’
‘But how can a city be alive? It’s only made up of dead parts !’ said Ludmilla.
‘So’re people. Take it from me. I know. But you are right, I think. This shouldn’t be happening. It’s all this extra life force. It’s . . . it’s tipping the balance. It’s turning something that isn’t really real into a reality. And it’s happening too early, and it’s happening too ‘Oh, the poor thing! Look at him!’
Ludmilla rushed across the floor and knelt down by the stricken wolf.One-Man-Bucket was talking about?’ said Ludmilla. The trolley vanished. The Librarian grunted, and went after it. ‘Oh, yes. Something that would make itself useful,’ said Windle, suddenly almost maniacally cheerful. ‘That’s how it’d work. First, something that you’d want to keep, and put away somewhere. Thousands wouldn’t get the right conditions, but that wouldn’t matter, because there would be thousands. And then the next stage
The mobile stage,’ breathed Windle Poons.
The wire basket tried to inch backwards without appearing to move.
Lupine growled.
‘Is that what would be something that would be handy, and get everywhere, and no-one would ever think it had got there by itself. But it’s all happening at the wrong time!’
‘But how can a city be alive? It’s only made up of dead parts !’ said Ludmilla.
‘So’re people. Take it from me. I know. But you are right, I think. This shouldn’t be happening. It’s all this extra life force. It’s . . . it’s tipping the balance. It’s turning something that isn’t really real into a reality. And it’s happening too early, and it’s happening too ‘Oh, the poor thing! Look at him!’
Ludmilla rushed across the floor and knelt down by the stricken wolf.One-Man-Bucket was talking about?’ said Ludmilla. The trolley vanished. The Librarian grunted, and went after it. ‘Oh, yes. Something that would make itself useful,’ said Windle, suddenly almost maniacally cheerful. ‘That’s how it’d work. First, something that you’d want to keep, and put away somewhere. Thousands wouldn’t get the right conditions, but that wouldn’t matter, because there would be thousands. And then the next stage
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Madonna Litta
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The girl’s still in there,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘Is that what he said?’
YES.
Flames curtained every upper window.
‘There’s got to at her knuckles.
‘You leave my farm tonight, Mr Bill Door,’ she growled. ‘Understand?’
Then she turned on her heel and ran towards the pump. Some of the men had brought long hooks to drag the burning thatch off the roof. Miss Flitworth organised a team to get a ladder up to one of the bedroom windows but, by the time a man was persuaded to climb it behind the steaming protection of a damp blanket, the top of the be some way,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘Maybe we could find a ladder -‘ WE SHOULD NOT.‘What? We’ve got to try. We can’t leave people in there!’ YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, said Bill Door. TO TINKER WITH THE FATE OF ONE INDIVIDUAL COULD DESTROY THE WHOLE WORLD.Miss FIitworth looked at him as if he had gone mad.‘What kind of garbage is that?’I MEAN THAT THERE IS A TIME FOR EVERYONE TO DIE.She stared. Then she drew her hand back. and gave him a ringing slap across the face.He was harder than she’d expected. She yelped and sucked
The girl’s still in there,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘Is that what he said?’
YES.
Flames curtained every upper window.
‘There’s got to at her knuckles.
‘You leave my farm tonight, Mr Bill Door,’ she growled. ‘Understand?’
Then she turned on her heel and ran towards the pump. Some of the men had brought long hooks to drag the burning thatch off the roof. Miss Flitworth organised a team to get a ladder up to one of the bedroom windows but, by the time a man was persuaded to climb it behind the steaming protection of a damp blanket, the top of the be some way,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘Maybe we could find a ladder -‘ WE SHOULD NOT.‘What? We’ve got to try. We can’t leave people in there!’ YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, said Bill Door. TO TINKER WITH THE FATE OF ONE INDIVIDUAL COULD DESTROY THE WHOLE WORLD.Miss FIitworth looked at him as if he had gone mad.‘What kind of garbage is that?’I MEAN THAT THERE IS A TIME FOR EVERYONE TO DIE.She stared. Then she drew her hand back. and gave him a ringing slap across the face.He was harder than she’d expected. She yelped and sucked
Salvador Dali Mirage
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stared at them, mystified. He shook them, and watched the tiny snowfalls. He read the writing, noting how it wasn’t so door.
‘Hallo?’ he said.
A deep, rumbling, but very diffident voice said,
‘S’only me, Mr Poons.’
Windle wrinkled his forehead with the effort of recollection.
‘Schleppel?’ he said.much writing as a drawing of writing. He reached down and picked up the third object; it was a little bent metal wheel. Just one little metal wheel. And, beside it, a broken sphere.Windle stared at them.Of course, he had been a bit non-compos mentis in his last thirty years or so, and maybe he’d worn his underwear outside his clothes and dribbled a bit, but . . . he’d collected souvenirs? And little wheels? There was a cough behind him.Windle dropped the mysterious objects back into the hole and looked around. The room was empty, but there seemed to be a shadow behind the open
stared at them, mystified. He shook them, and watched the tiny snowfalls. He read the writing, noting how it wasn’t so door.
‘Hallo?’ he said.
A deep, rumbling, but very diffident voice said,
‘S’only me, Mr Poons.’
Windle wrinkled his forehead with the effort of recollection.
‘Schleppel?’ he said.much writing as a drawing of writing. He reached down and picked up the third object; it was a little bent metal wheel. Just one little metal wheel. And, beside it, a broken sphere.Windle stared at them.Of course, he had been a bit non-compos mentis in his last thirty years or so, and maybe he’d worn his underwear outside his clothes and dribbled a bit, but . . . he’d collected souvenirs? And little wheels? There was a cough behind him.Windle dropped the mysterious objects back into the hole and looked around. The room was empty, but there seemed to be a shadow behind the open
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Louis Aston Knight A Riverside Cottage
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.’Take your time from me. One...two...’
Modo the gardener was trundling a barrow load of hedge trimmings to a bonfire behind the new High Energy Magic research building when about half a dozen wizards went past at, for wizards, high speed. Windle Poons was being borne aloft between them.
Modo again and pushed it thoughtfully towards the secluded area where he kept his bonfire, his compost heaps, his leaf-mould pile, and the little shed he sat in when it rained.
He used to be assistant gardener at the palace, but this job was a lot more interesting. You really got to see life.
Ankh-Morpork society is street society. There is always something interesting going on. At the moment, the driver of a two-horse fruit wagon was holding the Dean six inches in the air by the scruff of the heard him to say, ‘Really, Archchancellor, are you quite sure this one will work -?’‘We’ve got your best interests at heart,’ said Ridcully.‘I’m sure, but -‘‘We’ll soon have you feeling your old self again,’ said the Bursar.‘No, we won’t,’ hissed the Dean.’That’s the whole point!’ ‘We’ll soon have you not feeling your old self again, that’s the whole point,’ stuttered the Bursar, as they rounded the corner. Modo picked up the handles of the barrow
.’Take your time from me. One...two...’
Modo the gardener was trundling a barrow load of hedge trimmings to a bonfire behind the new High Energy Magic research building when about half a dozen wizards went past at, for wizards, high speed. Windle Poons was being borne aloft between them.
Modo again and pushed it thoughtfully towards the secluded area where he kept his bonfire, his compost heaps, his leaf-mould pile, and the little shed he sat in when it rained.
He used to be assistant gardener at the palace, but this job was a lot more interesting. You really got to see life.
Ankh-Morpork society is street society. There is always something interesting going on. At the moment, the driver of a two-horse fruit wagon was holding the Dean six inches in the air by the scruff of the heard him to say, ‘Really, Archchancellor, are you quite sure this one will work -?’‘We’ve got your best interests at heart,’ said Ridcully.‘I’m sure, but -‘‘We’ll soon have you feeling your old self again,’ said the Bursar.‘No, we won’t,’ hissed the Dean.’That’s the whole point!’ ‘We’ll soon have you not feeling your old self again, that’s the whole point,’ stuttered the Bursar, as they rounded the corner. Modo picked up the handles of the barrow
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