Claude Monet Water-Lilies 1914

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peered at the collection of stars and crescent moons and things. The badges of an enlightened craft whose new dawn was just dawning looked just like the credulous symbols of a ridiculous and outmoded belief system to him, but this was probably not the time to say so.
‘Sorry,’ he Silverfish, and hurried off.
An alchemist. Well, everyone knew that alchemists were a little bit mad, thought Victor. It was perfectly normal.
Who’d want to spend their time moving pictures? Most of them looked all right where they were.
‘Sausages inna bun! Get them while they’re hot!’ bellowed a voice by his ear. He turned.
‘Oh, hallo, Mr Dibbler,’ he said. said again. ‘Couldn’t see them clearly.’ ‘I’m an alchemist,’ said Silverfish, only slightly mollified. ‘Oh, lead into gold, that sort of thing,’ said Victor. ‘Not lead, lad. Light. It doesn’t work with lead. Light into gold . . . ‘ ‘Really?’ said Victor politely, as Silverfish started to set up a tripod in the middle of the plaza. A small crowd was collecting. A small crowd collected very easily in Ankh-Morpork. As a city, it had some of the most accomplished spectators in the universe. They’d watch anything, especially if there was any possibility of anyone getting hurt in an amusing way. ‘Why don’t you stay for the show?’ said