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met Hilta at the corner of the street. She was carrying her broomstick, the better to conduct an aerial search (with great stealth, however; the men of Ohulan were right behind Stay Long Ointment but drew the line at flying women). She was distraught.
"Not so much as a hint of her," said Granny.
"Have you been down to the river? She might have fallen in!"
"Then she'd have just fallen out again. Anyway, she can swim. I think she's hiding, drat her."
"What are we going to do?"
Granny gave her a withering look. "Hilta Goatfounder, I'm ashamed of you, acting like a cowin. Do I look worried?" "What for?"
"The screams or the bangs or the fireballs or whatever," Granny said vaguely. Hilta peered at her. "You do. A bit. Your lips have gone all thin." "I'm just angry, that's all." "Gypsies always come here for the fair, they might have taken her." Granny was prepared to believe anything about city folk but here she was on firmer ground. "Then they're a lot dafter than I'd give them credit for," she snapped. "Look, she's got the staff." "What good would that do?" said Hilta, who was close to tears. "I don't think you've understood anything I've told you," said Granny severely. "All we need to do is go back to your place and wait."
"That's heartless!"
Monday, 9 March 2009
Thursday, 5 March 2009
Andy Warhol Neuschwanstein
Andy Warhol NeuschwansteinAndy Warhol Knives black and whiteAndy Warhol Guns
had much sleep lately, at the fact that he wasn't thinking quite straight. But most of all he was angry with Trymon, standing there full of the magic Rincewind had always wanted but had never achieved, and doing nothing fighter, and it often worked.
It was working now, because Trymon had spent rather too much time reading ancient manuscripts and not getting enough healthy exercise and vitamins. He managed to get several blows in, which Rincewind was far too high on rage to notice, but he only used his hands while Rincewind employed knees, feet and teeth as well.
He was, in fact, winning.
This came as a shock.worthwhile with it.He sprang, striking Trymon in the stomach with his head and flinging his arms around him in desperation. Twoflower was knocked aside as they slid along the stones.Trymon snarled, and got out the first syllable of a spell before Rincewind's wildly flailing elbow caught him in the neck. A blast of randomised magic singed Rincewind's hair.Rincewind fought as he always fought, without skill or fairness or tactics but with a great deal of whirlwind effort. The strategy was to prevent an opponent getting enough time to realise that in fact Rincewind wasn't a very good or strong
had much sleep lately, at the fact that he wasn't thinking quite straight. But most of all he was angry with Trymon, standing there full of the magic Rincewind had always wanted but had never achieved, and doing nothing fighter, and it often worked.
It was working now, because Trymon had spent rather too much time reading ancient manuscripts and not getting enough healthy exercise and vitamins. He managed to get several blows in, which Rincewind was far too high on rage to notice, but he only used his hands while Rincewind employed knees, feet and teeth as well.
He was, in fact, winning.
This came as a shock.worthwhile with it.He sprang, striking Trymon in the stomach with his head and flinging his arms around him in desperation. Twoflower was knocked aside as they slid along the stones.Trymon snarled, and got out the first syllable of a spell before Rincewind's wildly flailing elbow caught him in the neck. A blast of randomised magic singed Rincewind's hair.Rincewind fought as he always fought, without skill or fairness or tactics but with a great deal of whirlwind effort. The strategy was to prevent an opponent getting enough time to realise that in fact Rincewind wasn't a very good or strong
Tuesday, 3 March 2009
Jack Vettriano The Red Room
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they looked down, they would have seen Rincewind talking urgently to a bunch of rocks.
Trolls are onereal problems if they ever awake, but the plain fact is that without the Disc's powerful and pervasive magical field trolls would have died out a long time ago.
Psychiatry hadn't been invented on the Disc. No-one had ever shoved an inkblot under Rincewind's nose to see if he had any loose toys in the attic. So the only way he'd have been able to describe the rocks turning back into rolls was by gabbling vaguely about how pictures suddenly form when you look at the fire, or clouds.
One minute there'd be a perfectly ordinary rock, and suddenly a few cracks that had been there of the oldest lifeforms in the multiverse, dating from an early attempt to get the whole life thing on the road without all that squashy protoplasm. Individual trolls live for a long time, hibernating during the summertime and sleeping during the day, since heat affects them and makes them slow. They have a fascinating geology. One could talk about tribology, one could mention the semiconductor effects of impure silicon, one could talk about the giant trolls of prehistory who make up most of the Disc's major mountain ranges and will cause some
they looked down, they would have seen Rincewind talking urgently to a bunch of rocks.
Trolls are onereal problems if they ever awake, but the plain fact is that without the Disc's powerful and pervasive magical field trolls would have died out a long time ago.
Psychiatry hadn't been invented on the Disc. No-one had ever shoved an inkblot under Rincewind's nose to see if he had any loose toys in the attic. So the only way he'd have been able to describe the rocks turning back into rolls was by gabbling vaguely about how pictures suddenly form when you look at the fire, or clouds.
One minute there'd be a perfectly ordinary rock, and suddenly a few cracks that had been there of the oldest lifeforms in the multiverse, dating from an early attempt to get the whole life thing on the road without all that squashy protoplasm. Individual trolls live for a long time, hibernating during the summertime and sleeping during the day, since heat affects them and makes them slow. They have a fascinating geology. One could talk about tribology, one could mention the semiconductor effects of impure silicon, one could talk about the giant trolls of prehistory who make up most of the Disc's major mountain ranges and will cause some
Monday, 2 March 2009
Vincent van Gogh Ladies of Arles
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Once you had made the necessary mental adjustments, the gingerbread cottage was quite a pleasant place. Residual magic kept it standing and it was shunned by such local wild animals who hadn't already died of terminal tooth decay. A bright fire of liquorice logs burned rather messily in the fireplace; Rincewind had tried gathering wood outside, but had given up. It's hard to burn wood that talks to you.
He he got from it. He only had to close his eyes to picture, in dribbling detail, the food stalls of a hundred different cultures in the market places. You could eat squishi or shark's fin soup so fresh that swimmers wouldn't go near it, and —
'Do you think I could buy this place?' said Twoflower. Rincewind hesitatedbelched.'This isn't very healthy,' he said. 'I mean, why sweets? Why not crispbread and cheese? Or salami, now – I could just do with a nice salami sofa.''Search me,' said Swires. 'Old Granny Whitlow just did sweets. You should have seen her meringues —''I have,' said Rincewind, 'I looked at the mattresses . . .''Gingerbread is more traditional,' said Twoflower.'What, for mattresses?''Don't be silly,' said Twoflower reasonably. Whoever heard of a gingerbread mattress?'Rincewind grunted. He was thinking of food – more accurately, of food in Ankh-Morpork. Funny how the old place seemed more attractive the further
Once you had made the necessary mental adjustments, the gingerbread cottage was quite a pleasant place. Residual magic kept it standing and it was shunned by such local wild animals who hadn't already died of terminal tooth decay. A bright fire of liquorice logs burned rather messily in the fireplace; Rincewind had tried gathering wood outside, but had given up. It's hard to burn wood that talks to you.
He he got from it. He only had to close his eyes to picture, in dribbling detail, the food stalls of a hundred different cultures in the market places. You could eat squishi or shark's fin soup so fresh that swimmers wouldn't go near it, and —
'Do you think I could buy this place?' said Twoflower. Rincewind hesitatedbelched.'This isn't very healthy,' he said. 'I mean, why sweets? Why not crispbread and cheese? Or salami, now – I could just do with a nice salami sofa.''Search me,' said Swires. 'Old Granny Whitlow just did sweets. You should have seen her meringues —''I have,' said Rincewind, 'I looked at the mattresses . . .''Gingerbread is more traditional,' said Twoflower.'What, for mattresses?''Don't be silly,' said Twoflower reasonably. Whoever heard of a gingerbread mattress?'Rincewind grunted. He was thinking of food – more accurately, of food in Ankh-Morpork. Funny how the old place seemed more attractive the further
Sunday, 1 March 2009
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida UNA INVESTIGACIoN
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circumference makes the edge of things."
"So does yet mobile, by a complicated arrangement of pulleys and little wooden wheels. They ran along the rope as the unseen rower propelled the craft along the very lip of the Rimfall. That explained one mystery - but what supported the rope?
Rincewind peered along its length and saw a stout wooden post sticking up out of the water a few yards ahead. As he watched the boat neared it and then passed it, the little wheels clacking neatly around it in a groove obviously cut for the purpose. Rincewind also noticed that smaller ropes hung down from the main rope at the Circumfence," said the troll."He means this," said Twoflower, pointing down Rincewind's eyes followed the finger, dreading what they might see...Hubwards of the boat was a rope suspended a few feet above the surface of the white water. The boat was attached to it, moored
circumference makes the edge of things."
"So does yet mobile, by a complicated arrangement of pulleys and little wooden wheels. They ran along the rope as the unseen rower propelled the craft along the very lip of the Rimfall. That explained one mystery - but what supported the rope?
Rincewind peered along its length and saw a stout wooden post sticking up out of the water a few yards ahead. As he watched the boat neared it and then passed it, the little wheels clacking neatly around it in a groove obviously cut for the purpose. Rincewind also noticed that smaller ropes hung down from the main rope at the Circumfence," said the troll."He means this," said Twoflower, pointing down Rincewind's eyes followed the finger, dreading what they might see...Hubwards of the boat was a rope suspended a few feet above the surface of the white water. The boat was attached to it, moored
Friday, 27 February 2009
Jack Vettriano Dancer for Money
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ROMULUS, Mich., Jan. 21 (UPI) -- Police say an 8-year-old boy seen wandering around a Romulus, Mich., apartment complex was living with the corpse of his mother, a Hurricane Katrina survivor.Relatives said Gaynell Tipado and her son moved to Michigan from Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina and losing her husband, the newspaper said. Wayne County officials said they did not suspect foul play in her death. The boy has been placed in foster care, the News said.
The boy, Trinity Tipado, went next door to a liquor store to try to buy food by using an expired credit card and his mother's drivers license, prompting the owner to call police, The Detroit News reported Wednesday.
Authorities found Gaynell Tipado, 41, dead inside the apartment. They said she had been dead for 10 days.
"I've got three kids. I had the feeling it was something bad," Romulus Liquor Store owner Layth Saco told the newspaper. "He broke down and told me, 'My mom is in a better place now.'"
"Some neighbors saw (Trinity) two or three times in the cold, in his pajamas and didn't do anything," neighbor Curtis Michael said.
ROMULUS, Mich., Jan. 21 (UPI) -- Police say an 8-year-old boy seen wandering around a Romulus, Mich., apartment complex was living with the corpse of his mother, a Hurricane Katrina survivor.Relatives said Gaynell Tipado and her son moved to Michigan from Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina and losing her husband, the newspaper said. Wayne County officials said they did not suspect foul play in her death. The boy has been placed in foster care, the News said.
The boy, Trinity Tipado, went next door to a liquor store to try to buy food by using an expired credit card and his mother's drivers license, prompting the owner to call police, The Detroit News reported Wednesday.
Authorities found Gaynell Tipado, 41, dead inside the apartment. They said she had been dead for 10 days.
"I've got three kids. I had the feeling it was something bad," Romulus Liquor Store owner Layth Saco told the newspaper. "He broke down and told me, 'My mom is in a better place now.'"
"Some neighbors saw (Trinity) two or three times in the cold, in his pajamas and didn't do anything," neighbor Curtis Michael said.
Wednesday, 25 February 2009
Winslow Homer The Herring Net
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Rincewind pounded down an alley, paying no heed to the screams of rage coming from the picture box and cleared a high wall with his frayed robe flapping around him like the feathers of a dishevelled jackdaw. He landed in the forecourt of a carpet shop, scattering the merchandise and customers dived through its rear exit trailing in his mind. It was perhaps untrue to say that he had learned it; it had learned him. The episode had led to his expulsion from Unseen University, because, for a bet, he had dared to open the pages of the last remaining copy of the creators own grimoire, The Octavo, while the University librarian was otherwise engaged.. The spell had leapt out of the page and instantly burrowed deeply into his mind, from whence even the combined talents of the Faculty of been unable to coax it. Precisely which one it was they were also unable to ascertain, except apologies, skidded down another alley and stopped, teetering dangerously, just as he was about to plunge unthinkingly into the Ankh.There are said to be some mystic rivers - one drop of which can steal a man'sAfter its turbid passage through the twin cities the Ankh could have been one of them.In the distance the cries of rage took on a shrill note of terror. Rincewind looked around desperately for a boat, or a handhold up the sheer walls on either side of him.He was trapped.Unbidden, the Spell welled up
Rincewind pounded down an alley, paying no heed to the screams of rage coming from the picture box and cleared a high wall with his frayed robe flapping around him like the feathers of a dishevelled jackdaw. He landed in the forecourt of a carpet shop, scattering the merchandise and customers dived through its rear exit trailing in his mind. It was perhaps untrue to say that he had learned it; it had learned him. The episode had led to his expulsion from Unseen University, because, for a bet, he had dared to open the pages of the last remaining copy of the creators own grimoire, The Octavo, while the University librarian was otherwise engaged.. The spell had leapt out of the page and instantly burrowed deeply into his mind, from whence even the combined talents of the Faculty of been unable to coax it. Precisely which one it was they were also unable to ascertain, except apologies, skidded down another alley and stopped, teetering dangerously, just as he was about to plunge unthinkingly into the Ankh.There are said to be some mystic rivers - one drop of which can steal a man'sAfter its turbid passage through the twin cities the Ankh could have been one of them.In the distance the cries of rage took on a shrill note of terror. Rincewind looked around desperately for a boat, or a handhold up the sheer walls on either side of him.He was trapped.Unbidden, the Spell welled up
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