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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
Mary Cassatt Young Mother SewingEdward Hopper People In The SunFrederic Edwin Church The IcebergsFrederic Edwin Church Twilight in the Wilderness
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
Henri Matisse Moorish ScreenHenri Matisse Luxe IHenri Matisse La mouladeHenri Matisse Interior with Phonograph
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.'
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Edgar Degas At the Milliners
Edgar Degas At the MillinersFrida Kahlo Without HopeFrida Kahlo Thinking about Death
doing the folk dancing on your nights off, Nobby?'
'Yes, Fred. We're practising "Gathering Sweet Lilacs" this week. There is a very complicated double crossover-step.'
'You're definitely a man of many parts, Nobby.'
'Only if I couldn't cut the rings off, Fred.'
'What I mean is, you presents an intriguing dichotomy.'
Nobby took a kick at a small scruffy dog.
'You been reading books again, Fred?'
'Got to improve my mind, Nobby. It's these new recruits. Carrot's got his nose in a book half the time, Angua knows words I has things. Not because he was clever. A clever Watchman was a contradiction in terms. But sheer randomness might cause trouble. The gonne lay on the table. 'What shall I do about Vimes?' Kill him.
Angua woke up. It was almostto look up, even the shortarse is brighter'n me. They keep on extracting the urine. I'm definitely a bit under-endowed in the head department.''You're brighter than Detritus,' said Nobby.'That's what I tell myself. I say, "Fred, whatever happens, you're brighter than Detritus." But then I say, "Fred – so's yeast.'" He turned away from the window.So. The damn Watch!That damn Vimes! Exactly the wrong man in the wrong place. Why didn't people learn from history? Treachery was in his very genes! How could a city run properly with someone like that, poking around? That wasn't what a Watch was for. Watchmen were supposed to do what they were told, and see to it that other people did too.Someone like Vimes could upset noon, she was in her own bed at Mrs Cake's, and someone was knocking at the door.
'Mmm?' she said.
doing the folk dancing on your nights off, Nobby?'
'Yes, Fred. We're practising "Gathering Sweet Lilacs" this week. There is a very complicated double crossover-step.'
'You're definitely a man of many parts, Nobby.'
'Only if I couldn't cut the rings off, Fred.'
'What I mean is, you presents an intriguing dichotomy.'
Nobby took a kick at a small scruffy dog.
'You been reading books again, Fred?'
'Got to improve my mind, Nobby. It's these new recruits. Carrot's got his nose in a book half the time, Angua knows words I has things. Not because he was clever. A clever Watchman was a contradiction in terms. But sheer randomness might cause trouble. The gonne lay on the table. 'What shall I do about Vimes?' Kill him.
Angua woke up. It was almostto look up, even the shortarse is brighter'n me. They keep on extracting the urine. I'm definitely a bit under-endowed in the head department.''You're brighter than Detritus,' said Nobby.'That's what I tell myself. I say, "Fred, whatever happens, you're brighter than Detritus." But then I say, "Fred – so's yeast.'" He turned away from the window.So. The damn Watch!That damn Vimes! Exactly the wrong man in the wrong place. Why didn't people learn from history? Treachery was in his very genes! How could a city run properly with someone like that, poking around? That wasn't what a Watch was for. Watchmen were supposed to do what they were told, and see to it that other people did too.Someone like Vimes could upset noon, she was in her own bed at Mrs Cake's, and someone was knocking at the door.
'Mmm?' she said.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Caravaggio Adoration of the Shepherds
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Sorry. No offence meant.'
'None taken,' said Carrot cheerfully.
'It's not that I've got anything against dwarfs. I've always said you'd have to look very hard before you'd find a, a better bunch of highly skilled, law-abiding, hard-working—'
'—little buggers?'
'Yes. No!'
They proceeded.
'That Mrs Cake,' saidyou bloody blind or what?'
It was true that normal people couldn't hear Gaspode speak, because dogs don't speak. It's a well-known fact. It's well known at the organic level, like a lot of other well-known facts which overrule the observations of the senses. This is because if people went around noticing everything that was going on all the time, no-one would ever get anything done.[all dogs don't talk. Ones that do are merely a statistical error, and can therefore be ignored.
However, Gaspode had found he did tend to get heard on
Sorry. No offence meant.'
'None taken,' said Carrot cheerfully.
'It's not that I've got anything against dwarfs. I've always said you'd have to look very hard before you'd find a, a better bunch of highly skilled, law-abiding, hard-working—'
'—little buggers?'
'Yes. No!'
They proceeded.
'That Mrs Cake,' saidyou bloody blind or what?'
It was true that normal people couldn't hear Gaspode speak, because dogs don't speak. It's a well-known fact. It's well known at the organic level, like a lot of other well-known facts which overrule the observations of the senses. This is because if people went around noticing everything that was going on all the time, no-one would ever get anything done.[all dogs don't talk. Ones that do are merely a statistical error, and can therefore be ignored.
However, Gaspode had found he did tend to get heard on
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Pop art miles on orange
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What she told me to get,” said Nanny “Her old silver tea set. Family heirloom. I’ve only ever seen it but twice, and once was just now when I put it in the sack. I don’t think she’s ever used it. It’s got a cream jug shaped like a humorous cowGranny emerged, leading the unicorn. It walked sedately, muscles moving under its white coat like frogs in oil. And its hooves clattered on the cobbles. Ridcully couldn’t help noticing how they shone.
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It walked politely alongside the witch until she reached the center of the square. Then she turned it loose, and gave it a light slap on the rump..”More people had arrived outside the forge. The crowd stretched all the way across the square.The hammering stopped. Jason’s voice, quite close, said:“We’re coming out now.”“They’re coming out now,” said Nanny“What’d she say?”“She said they’re coming out now.”“They’re coming out now!”The crowd pulled back. The doors swung open.
What she told me to get,” said Nanny “Her old silver tea set. Family heirloom. I’ve only ever seen it but twice, and once was just now when I put it in the sack. I don’t think she’s ever used it. It’s got a cream jug shaped like a humorous cowGranny emerged, leading the unicorn. It walked sedately, muscles moving under its white coat like frogs in oil. And its hooves clattered on the cobbles. Ridcully couldn’t help noticing how they shone.
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Terry Pratchett
It walked politely alongside the witch until she reached the center of the square. Then she turned it loose, and gave it a light slap on the rump..”More people had arrived outside the forge. The crowd stretched all the way across the square.The hammering stopped. Jason’s voice, quite close, said:“We’re coming out now.”“They’re coming out now,” said Nanny“What’d she say?”“She said they’re coming out now.”“They’re coming out now!”The crowd pulled back. The doors swung open.
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