Caravaggio The Inspiration of Saint Matthew

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they were full of the nervous excitement of those who have found an unexpected fortune in their bank account and don’t know whether to draw people’s attention to it or simply take the lot and run.
‘The wizards aren’t going to like it,’ said one of them, a thin, hesitant man called Lully. ‘They’re going to call it magic. . You know what they’re like.’
The alchemists nodded gloomily.
‘They’re reactionaries,’ said Sendivoge, the Guild secretary. ‘Bloated thaumocrats. And the other Guilds, too. What do they know about the march of progress? What do they care? They could have been doing something like this for years, but did they? Not them! Just think how we can make people’s lives so much . . . well, better. The possibilities are immense.’
‘Educational,’ said Silverfish.
‘Historical,’ said Lully. You know they get really pissed if they think you’re doing magic and you’re not a wizard.’ ‘There isn’t any magic involved,’ said Thomas Silverfish, the president of the Guild. ‘There’s the imps.’ ‘That’s not magic. That’s just ordinary occult.’ ‘Well, there’s the salamanders.’ ‘Perfectly normal natural history. Nothing wrong with that.’ ‘Well, all right. But they’ll call it magic