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'That'll be all, will it, Master?' he said.
THANK YOU, ALBERT. YES.
Albert left again, more slowly than normal. He kept looking over his shoulder.
'He doesn't change, does he?' said Susan. 'Of course, that's the point about this place–’
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT CATS?
'Sorry?'
CATS. DO YOU LIKE 'EM?
'They're . . .' of the Discworld.
MORPHIC RESONANCE, he said, not looking at Susan. DAMN. PEOPLE DON'T BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND IT. SOUL HARMONICS. IT'S RESPONSIBLE FOR SO MANY THINGS.
Susan pulled out Imp's lifetimer. Blue smoke was still pouring through the pinch.
'Can you help me with this?' she said.Susan hesitated, 'all right. But a cat's just a cat.'CHOCOLATE, said Death. DO YOU LIKE CHOCOLATE?‘I think it's possible to have too much,' said Susan.YOU CERTAINLY DON'T TAKE AFTER YSABELL.Susan nodded. Her mother's favourite dish had been Genocide by Chocolate.AND YOUR MEMORY? YOU HAVE A GOOD MEMORY?'Oh, yes. I . . . remember things. About how to be Death. About how it's all supposed to work. Look, just then you said you remembered about the rat, and it hasn't even happ–'Death stood up and strode across to the model
Death spun around.
I SHOULD NEVER HAVE ADOPTED YOUR MOTHER.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Mary Cassatt Young Mother Sewing
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a rummage through the drawers. This must have been her mother's room. There was a lot of pink. Susan had nothing against pink in around in approval. Once again, she felt she'd passed some sort of test.
She followed it out into the hall and then into the smoky cavern of the kitchen. Albert was bent over the stove.
'Morning,' he said, out of habit rather than any acknowledgement of the time of day. 'You want fried bread with your sausages? There's porridge to follow.'
Susan looked at the mess sizzling in the huge fryingpan. It wasn't a sight moderation, but this wasn't it; she put on her old school dress.The important thing, she decided, was to stay calm. There was always a logical explanation for everything, even if you had to make it up.SQEAUFF.The Death of Rats landed on the dressing table, claws scrabbling for a purchase. He removed the tiny scythe from his jaws.'I think,' said Susan carefully, 'that I would like to go home now, thank you.'The little rat nodded, and leapt.It landed on the edge of the pink carpet and scurried away across the dark floor beyond.When Susan stepped off the carpet the rat stopped and looked
a rummage through the drawers. This must have been her mother's room. There was a lot of pink. Susan had nothing against pink in around in approval. Once again, she felt she'd passed some sort of test.
She followed it out into the hall and then into the smoky cavern of the kitchen. Albert was bent over the stove.
'Morning,' he said, out of habit rather than any acknowledgement of the time of day. 'You want fried bread with your sausages? There's porridge to follow.'
Susan looked at the mess sizzling in the huge fryingpan. It wasn't a sight moderation, but this wasn't it; she put on her old school dress.The important thing, she decided, was to stay calm. There was always a logical explanation for everything, even if you had to make it up.SQEAUFF.The Death of Rats landed on the dressing table, claws scrabbling for a purchase. He removed the tiny scythe from his jaws.'I think,' said Susan carefully, 'that I would like to go home now, thank you.'The little rat nodded, and leapt.It landed on the edge of the pink carpet and scurried away across the dark floor beyond.When Susan stepped off the carpet the rat stopped and looked
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Henri Matisse Moorish Screen
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towards W-hour. Lady Sybil was devoting to her wedding all the directness of thought she'd normally apply to breeding out a tendency towards floppy ears in swamp dragons. Half a dozen cooks had been busy in the kitchens for three days. They .
'You all right, sir? You look like you could do with some sleep.'
Ten o'clock, or various attempts thereof, began to boom around the city. Carrot turned away from the window.
'I've been out looking,' he said.
'Three more recruits this morning already,' said Colon. They'd asked to join 'Mr Carrot's army'. He was slightly worried about that.were roasting a whole ox and doing amazing stuff with rare fruit. Hitherto Sam Vimes' idea of a good meal was liver without tubes. Haute cuisine had been bits of cheese on sticks stuck into half a grapefruit.He was vaguely aware that prospective grooms were not supposed to see putative brides on the morning of the wedding, possibly in case they took to their heels. That was unfortunate. He'd have liked to have talked to someone. If he could talk to someone, it might all make sense.He picked up the razor, and looked in the mirror at the face of Captain Samuel Vimes. Colon saluted, and then peered at Carrot
towards W-hour. Lady Sybil was devoting to her wedding all the directness of thought she'd normally apply to breeding out a tendency towards floppy ears in swamp dragons. Half a dozen cooks had been busy in the kitchens for three days. They .
'You all right, sir? You look like you could do with some sleep.'
Ten o'clock, or various attempts thereof, began to boom around the city. Carrot turned away from the window.
'I've been out looking,' he said.
'Three more recruits this morning already,' said Colon. They'd asked to join 'Mr Carrot's army'. He was slightly worried about that.were roasting a whole ox and doing amazing stuff with rare fruit. Hitherto Sam Vimes' idea of a good meal was liver without tubes. Haute cuisine had been bits of cheese on sticks stuck into half a grapefruit.He was vaguely aware that prospective grooms were not supposed to see putative brides on the morning of the wedding, possibly in case they took to their heels. That was unfortunate. He'd have liked to have talked to someone. If he could talk to someone, it might all make sense.He picked up the razor, and looked in the mirror at the face of Captain Samuel Vimes. Colon saluted, and then peered at Carrot
Sunday, May 3, 2009
John William Waterhouse Apollo and Daphne
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back in the warm water. The inner voice was still in there somewhere, but he tried not to pay any attention. About now, it was saying, you'd be proceeding along the Street of Small Gods, just by the bit of old city wall where you could stop and smoke aThey'd brought torches. Shadows jumped among the pillars in the big cavern, and fled along the tunnels. Whatever the possible lurking dangers, Carrot was beside himself with the joy of discovery.
'It's amazing! The Via Cloaca is mentioned in some old book I read, but everyone thought it was a lost street! Superb workmanship. Lucky for you the river was so low. It looks as though these are normally full of water.'
'That's what I said,' said Cuddy. 'Full of water, I said.'
He glanced cautiously at the dancing shadows, which made weird and worrying shapes on the far wall -strange biped animals, eldritch underground things . . .
Carrot sighed. rollup out of the wind . . .To drown it out, he started to sing at the top of his voice. The cavernous sewers under the city echoed with human and near-human voices for the first time in millennia.'Hi-ho—''—hi-ho—''Oook oook oook oook ook—''You all stupid!''I can't help it. It's my nearly-dwarfish blood. We just like singing underground. It comes naturally to us.''All right, but why him singing? Him ape.''He's a people person.'
back in the warm water. The inner voice was still in there somewhere, but he tried not to pay any attention. About now, it was saying, you'd be proceeding along the Street of Small Gods, just by the bit of old city wall where you could stop and smoke aThey'd brought torches. Shadows jumped among the pillars in the big cavern, and fled along the tunnels. Whatever the possible lurking dangers, Carrot was beside himself with the joy of discovery.
'It's amazing! The Via Cloaca is mentioned in some old book I read, but everyone thought it was a lost street! Superb workmanship. Lucky for you the river was so low. It looks as though these are normally full of water.'
'That's what I said,' said Cuddy. 'Full of water, I said.'
He glanced cautiously at the dancing shadows, which made weird and worrying shapes on the far wall -strange biped animals, eldritch underground things . . .
Carrot sighed. rollup out of the wind . . .To drown it out, he started to sing at the top of his voice. The cavernous sewers under the city echoed with human and near-human voices for the first time in millennia.'Hi-ho—''—hi-ho—''Oook oook oook oook ook—''You all stupid!''I can't help it. It's my nearly-dwarfish blood. We just like singing underground. It comes naturally to us.''All right, but why him singing? Him ape.''He's a people person.'
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