Paul Gauguin Woman with a FlowerPaul Gauguin The Seed of AreoiPaul Gauguin The Moon and the EarthPaul Gauguin The Loss of Virginity
Colon began, 'now, as you—'
'You men, you listen up good right now!' Detritus boomed.
'Thank you, Acting-Constable Detritus,' said Colon wearily. 'Captain Vimes is getting married today. We're going to provide a guard of honour. That's what we always used to do in the old days when a Watchman got wed. So I want helmets and breastplates bright and shiny. And cohorts gleaming. Not a speck of muck . . . where's Corporal Nobbs?'
There was a dink as clockwork thinking helmet.'
Cuddy coughed. 'These big bits are cooling fins, see? Painted black. I glommed a clockwork engine off my cousin, and this fan here blows air over—' He stopped when he saw Colon's expression.
'That's what you've been working on all night, is it?'
'Yes, because I reckon troll brains get too—'Acting-Constable Detritus' hand bounced off his new helmet.'Hasn't been seen for hours, sir!' he reported.Colon rolled his eyes.'And some of you will . . . Where's Lance-Constable Angua?'Dink. 'No-one's seen her since last night, sir.''All right. We got through the night, we're going to get through the day. Corporal Carrot says we're to look sharp.'Dink. 'Yes, sir!''Acting-Constable Detritus?''Sir?''What's that you've got on your head?'Dink. 'Acting-Constable Cuddy made it for me, sir. Special
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Johannes Vermeer Woman with a Pearl Necklace
Johannes Vermeer Woman with a Pearl NecklaceJohannes Vermeer Saint PraxidisJohannes Vermeer Lady Standing at a VirginalJohannes Vermeer A Lady Writing a Letter
mighty brass taps and then into an enamelled tub. There were things laid out on a fluffy towel beside it -huge scrubbing brushes, three kinds of soap, a loofah.
Willikins was standing patiently beside the bath, like a barely heated towel rail.
'Yes?' said Vimes.
'His lordship . . . that is, her ladyship's father . . . he required to have his back scrubbed,' said Willikins.
'You go and help theThere was a thung noise and Cuddy's helmet came free.
Cuddy emerged, blinking, into the light. He focused on the Librarian, and growled.
'He hit me on the head!'
'Oook.'
'He says you came up through the floor,' said Carrot.
'That's no reason to hit me on the head.'
'Some of the things that come up th old geyser stoke the furnace,' said Vimes firmly.Left alone, he struggled out of his breastplate and threw it in the corner. The chainmail shirt followed it, and the helmet, and the money pouch, and various leather and cotton oddments that came between a Watchman and the world.And then he sank, gingerly at first, into the suds. 'Try soap. Soap'11 work,' said Detritus.'Hold still, will you?' said Carrot.'You're twisting my head off!''Go on, soap him head.''Soap your own head!'rough the floor at Unseen University don't even have a head,' said Carrot.
'Oook!'
mighty brass taps and then into an enamelled tub. There were things laid out on a fluffy towel beside it -huge scrubbing brushes, three kinds of soap, a loofah.
Willikins was standing patiently beside the bath, like a barely heated towel rail.
'Yes?' said Vimes.
'His lordship . . . that is, her ladyship's father . . . he required to have his back scrubbed,' said Willikins.
'You go and help theThere was a thung noise and Cuddy's helmet came free.
Cuddy emerged, blinking, into the light. He focused on the Librarian, and growled.
'He hit me on the head!'
'Oook.'
'He says you came up through the floor,' said Carrot.
'That's no reason to hit me on the head.'
'Some of the things that come up th old geyser stoke the furnace,' said Vimes firmly.Left alone, he struggled out of his breastplate and threw it in the corner. The chainmail shirt followed it, and the helmet, and the money pouch, and various leather and cotton oddments that came between a Watchman and the world.And then he sank, gingerly at first, into the suds. 'Try soap. Soap'11 work,' said Detritus.'Hold still, will you?' said Carrot.'You're twisting my head off!''Go on, soap him head.''Soap your own head!'rough the floor at Unseen University don't even have a head,' said Carrot.
'Oook!'
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Frida Kahlo Memory
Frida Kahlo MemoryFrida Kahlo Me and My ParrotsFrida Kahlo Me and My DollFrida Kahlo Luther Burbank
looks like gravel to me, Mrs Cake.'
'Orthopaedic, see?'
Carrot was standing respectfully on the doorstep with his helmet under his arm and a very embarrassed expression on his face.
'Well?' said Angua, not unkindly.
'Er. Good 'Har, har,' said a voice, full of withering cynicism.
She looked down. Gaspode was sitting behind Carrot, trying to glare while scratching himself furiously.
'Last night we chased a cat up a tree,' said Gaspode.
'You and me, eh? We could make it. Fate has thrown us together, style of fing.'
'Go away.'
'Sorry?' said Carrot.
'Not you. That dog.'
Carrot turned.
'Him? Is he bothering you now? He's a nice little chapmorning. I thought, you know, perhaps, you not knowing very much about the city, really. I could, if you like, if you don't mind, not having to go on duty for a while . . . show you some of it. . .?'For a moment Angua thought she'd contracted pre-science from Mrs Cake. Various futures flitted across her imagination.'I haven't had breakfast,' she said.'They make a very good breakfast in Gimlet's dwarf delicatessen in Cable Street.''It's lunchtime.''It's breakfast time for the Night Watch.''I'm practically vegetarian.''He does a soya rat.'She gave in. 'I'll fetch my coat.'
looks like gravel to me, Mrs Cake.'
'Orthopaedic, see?'
Carrot was standing respectfully on the doorstep with his helmet under his arm and a very embarrassed expression on his face.
'Well?' said Angua, not unkindly.
'Er. Good 'Har, har,' said a voice, full of withering cynicism.
She looked down. Gaspode was sitting behind Carrot, trying to glare while scratching himself furiously.
'Last night we chased a cat up a tree,' said Gaspode.
'You and me, eh? We could make it. Fate has thrown us together, style of fing.'
'Go away.'
'Sorry?' said Carrot.
'Not you. That dog.'
Carrot turned.
'Him? Is he bothering you now? He's a nice little chapmorning. I thought, you know, perhaps, you not knowing very much about the city, really. I could, if you like, if you don't mind, not having to go on duty for a while . . . show you some of it. . .?'For a moment Angua thought she'd contracted pre-science from Mrs Cake. Various futures flitted across her imagination.'I haven't had breakfast,' she said.'They make a very good breakfast in Gimlet's dwarf delicatessen in Cable Street.''It's lunchtime.''It's breakfast time for the Night Watch.''I'm practically vegetarian.''He does a soya rat.'She gave in. 'I'll fetch my coat.'
Herbert James Draper Ulysses and the Sirens
Herbert James Draper Ulysses and the SirensHerbert James Draper LamiaHerbert James Draper Lament for Icarus
finished taking his The Patrician was not a gardens kind of person. But some of his predecessors had been, and Lord Vetinari never changed or destroyed anything if there was no logical reason to do so. He maintained the little zoo, and the racehorse stable, and even recognized that the gardens themselves were of extreme historic interest because this was so obviously the case.
They had been laid out by Bloody Stupid Johnson.
Many great landscape gardeners have gone down in history and been remembered in a very solid way by the magnificent parks and gardens that they designed with almost god-like power and foresightexercise and, besides, it gave the whole thing a pleasing symmetry.He called it 'the-turning-the-wheel-with-pedals-and-another-wheel-machine'. Lord Vetinari was also at work.Normally, he was in the Oblong Office or seated in his plain wooden chair at the foot of the steps in the palace of Ankh-Morpork; there was an ornate throne at the top of the steps, covered with dust. It was the throne of Ankh-Morpork and was, indeed, made of gold. He'd never dreamed of sitting on it.But it was a nice day, so he was working in the garden.Visitors to Ankh-Morpork were often surprised to find that there were some interesting gardens attached to the Patrician's Palace.
finished taking his The Patrician was not a gardens kind of person. But some of his predecessors had been, and Lord Vetinari never changed or destroyed anything if there was no logical reason to do so. He maintained the little zoo, and the racehorse stable, and even recognized that the gardens themselves were of extreme historic interest because this was so obviously the case.
They had been laid out by Bloody Stupid Johnson.
Many great landscape gardeners have gone down in history and been remembered in a very solid way by the magnificent parks and gardens that they designed with almost god-like power and foresightexercise and, besides, it gave the whole thing a pleasing symmetry.He called it 'the-turning-the-wheel-with-pedals-and-another-wheel-machine'. Lord Vetinari was also at work.Normally, he was in the Oblong Office or seated in his plain wooden chair at the foot of the steps in the palace of Ankh-Morpork; there was an ornate throne at the top of the steps, covered with dust. It was the throne of Ankh-Morpork and was, indeed, made of gold. He'd never dreamed of sitting on it.But it was a nice day, so he was working in the garden.Visitors to Ankh-Morpork were often surprised to find that there were some interesting gardens attached to the Patrician's Palace.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Cao Yong WINDS OF LOVE
Cao Yong WINDS OF LOVECao Yong Walk In GardenCao Yong VILLA ENCANTADACao Yong TWILIGHT BY THE FOUNTAINCao Yong TRANSAMERICA PYRAMID
least you’ll be so good as to run up to my place and bring everything that’s in the bottom of the dresser.”
“Yes, Esme.”
“But before that you’ll call in at your Jason’s and tell him to get the forge good and hot.”
Nanny Ogg unwound down to her waist when she shook her head a cou-ple of times.
Nanny watched in paralyzed fascination as she reached up again and broke a single hair at its root.
Granny Weatherwax’s hands made a complicated motion in the air as she made a noose out of something almost too thin to see. She ignored the thrashing horn and dropped it over the unicorn’s neck. Then she pulled.
Struggling, its unshod hooves kicking up great clods of mud, the unicorn struggled to its feet.
“That’ll never hold it,” said Nanny, sidling around the tree.
“I could hold it with a cobweb, Gytha Ogg. With a cob-web. Now go about your business.”
“Yes, Esme.”stared down at the struggling unicorn. It507Terry Pratchettseemed to be stuck, terrified of Granny but at the same time quite unable to escape.“Oh, Esme, you’re never going to ask our Jason to—““I won’t ask him to do anything. And I ain’t asking you, neither.”Granny Weather-wax removed her hat, skimming it into the bushes. Then, her eyes never leaving the animal, she reached up to the iron-gray bun of her hair and removed a few crucial pins.The bun uncoiled a waking snake of fine hair, which
least you’ll be so good as to run up to my place and bring everything that’s in the bottom of the dresser.”
“Yes, Esme.”
“But before that you’ll call in at your Jason’s and tell him to get the forge good and hot.”
Nanny Ogg unwound down to her waist when she shook her head a cou-ple of times.
Nanny watched in paralyzed fascination as she reached up again and broke a single hair at its root.
Granny Weatherwax’s hands made a complicated motion in the air as she made a noose out of something almost too thin to see. She ignored the thrashing horn and dropped it over the unicorn’s neck. Then she pulled.
Struggling, its unshod hooves kicking up great clods of mud, the unicorn struggled to its feet.
“That’ll never hold it,” said Nanny, sidling around the tree.
“I could hold it with a cobweb, Gytha Ogg. With a cob-web. Now go about your business.”
“Yes, Esme.”stared down at the struggling unicorn. It507Terry Pratchettseemed to be stuck, terrified of Granny but at the same time quite unable to escape.“Oh, Esme, you’re never going to ask our Jason to—““I won’t ask him to do anything. And I ain’t asking you, neither.”Granny Weather-wax removed her hat, skimming it into the bushes. Then, her eyes never leaving the animal, she reached up to the iron-gray bun of her hair and removed a few crucial pins.The bun uncoiled a waking snake of fine hair, which
Friday, April 24, 2009
Franz Marc fate animals
Franz Marc fate animalsFranz Marc Blue HorseMarc Chagall The Three CandlesMarc Chagall Paris Through the Window
pointed out their responsibility as loyal subjects. He point-ed out that other people currently not here but at home hiding under the bed would, after the glorious victory, wish they’d been there too instead of under the aforesaid bed which they were hiding uh. Please?
The silence that followed was broken by Nanny Ogg, who said, “They’re probably considering it a bit, Shawn. Why don’t you take Mr. Wizard here up to his room and help him with his crossbow?”
She nodded meaningfully in the direction of the stairs.
Shawn wavered, but not for long. He’d seen the glint in his mother’s eye.under, you know, the bed he’d just mentioned. In fact it was better that there were so few here to face the enemy, because that meant that there would be a higher percentage of honor per surviving head. He used the word “glory” three times. He said that in times to come people would look back on this day, whatever the date was, and proudly show their scars, at least those who’d survived would show their scars, and be very proud and probably have drinks bought for them. He advised people to imitate the action of the Lancre Reciprocating Fox and stiffen some sinews while leaving them flexible enough so’s they could move their arms and legs, in fact, probably it’d be better to relax them a bit now and stiffen them properly when the time came. He suggested that Lancre expected everyone to do their duty. And urn. And
pointed out their responsibility as loyal subjects. He point-ed out that other people currently not here but at home hiding under the bed would, after the glorious victory, wish they’d been there too instead of under the aforesaid bed which they were hiding uh. Please?
The silence that followed was broken by Nanny Ogg, who said, “They’re probably considering it a bit, Shawn. Why don’t you take Mr. Wizard here up to his room and help him with his crossbow?”
She nodded meaningfully in the direction of the stairs.
Shawn wavered, but not for long. He’d seen the glint in his mother’s eye.under, you know, the bed he’d just mentioned. In fact it was better that there were so few here to face the enemy, because that meant that there would be a higher percentage of honor per surviving head. He used the word “glory” three times. He said that in times to come people would look back on this day, whatever the date was, and proudly show their scars, at least those who’d survived would show their scars, and be very proud and probably have drinks bought for them. He advised people to imitate the action of the Lancre Reciprocating Fox and stiffen some sinews while leaving them flexible enough so’s they could move their arms and legs, in fact, probably it’d be better to relax them a bit now and stiffen them properly when the time came. He suggested that Lancre expected everyone to do their duty. And urn. And
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Andrea Mantegna Madonna with Sleeping Child
Andrea Mantegna Madonna with Sleeping ChildAlbert Bierstadt California SpringAlbert Bierstadt The Mountain Brook
then.”
“Then how will anyone know I’m a wizard?”
“I’ll be sure to tell them!”
Granny Weatherwax strands of If bunch together to pass through the Now, then certain things leak across. Tiny signals, perhaps, but audible to a receiver skilled enough.
In her head were the faint, insistent thoughts of a thou-sand Esme Weatherwaxes.
Magrat wasn’t sure what to pack. Most of her original
clothes seemed to have evaporated since she’d been in the
castle, and it was hardly good manners to take the oneswas getting rattled. She was also, despite everything that she’d said, getting lost. But the point was that you couldn’t get lost between the weir at the bot-tom of the Lancre rapids and Lancre town itself. It was uphill all the way Besides, she’d walked through the local forests all her life. They were her forests.She was pretty sure they’d passed the same tree twice.There was a bit of Ridcully’s robe hanging on it.It was like getting lost in her own garden.She was also sure she’d seen the unicorn a couple of times. It was tracking them. She’d tried to get into its mind. She might as well have tried to climb an ice wall.It wasn’t as if her own mind was tranquil. But now at least she knew she was sane.When the walls between the universes are thin, when the parallel
then.”
“Then how will anyone know I’m a wizard?”
“I’ll be sure to tell them!”
Granny Weatherwax strands of If bunch together to pass through the Now, then certain things leak across. Tiny signals, perhaps, but audible to a receiver skilled enough.
In her head were the faint, insistent thoughts of a thou-sand Esme Weatherwaxes.
Magrat wasn’t sure what to pack. Most of her original
clothes seemed to have evaporated since she’d been in the
castle, and it was hardly good manners to take the oneswas getting rattled. She was also, despite everything that she’d said, getting lost. But the point was that you couldn’t get lost between the weir at the bot-tom of the Lancre rapids and Lancre town itself. It was uphill all the way Besides, she’d walked through the local forests all her life. They were her forests.She was pretty sure they’d passed the same tree twice.There was a bit of Ridcully’s robe hanging on it.It was like getting lost in her own garden.She was also sure she’d seen the unicorn a couple of times. It was tracking them. She’d tried to get into its mind. She might as well have tried to climb an ice wall.It wasn’t as if her own mind was tranquil. But now at least she knew she was sane.When the walls between the universes are thin, when the parallel
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