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winning by sheer weight of numbers, using nets and ropes to tangle the struggling crew. They worked in absolute silence, clubbing and dodging, avoiding the use of swords wherever possible.
'Musn't damage the merchandise,' said Conina. Rincewind watched in horror as the captain went down under a press of dark shapes, screaming, 'Green fire! Green fire!'
Rincewind The battle already seemed to be over. Five of the raiders stalked up the ladder to the afterdeck, leaving most of their colleagues to round up the defeated crew below. The leader pulled down his mask and leered briefly and swarthily at Conina; and then he turned backed away. He wasn't any good at magic, but he'd had a hundred per cent success at staying alive up to now and didn't want to spoil the record. All he needed to do was to learn how to swim in the time it took to dive into the sea. It was worth a try.'What are you waiting for? Let's go while they're occupied,' he said to Conina.'I need a sword,' she said.'You'll be spoilt for choice in a minute.''One will be enough.'Rincewind kicked the Luggage.'Come on,' he snarled. 'You've got a lot of floating to do.'The Luggage extended its little legs with exaggerated nonchalance, turned slowly, and settled down beside the girl.'Traitor,' said Rincewind to its hinges.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Vincent van Gogh Houses at Auvers
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I wish you every success in your search,' he said, 'Id help you myself, only I'm not going to.'
'What?'
'Sorry. I don't been totally changed, and in fact would also have been considerably shorter, but he would have got a good night's sleep although, of course, it would have been on the floor.
The future held its breath, waiting for Rincewind to walk away.
He didn't do this for three reasons. One was alcohol. One was the tiny flame of pride that flickers in the heart of even the most careful coward. But the third was the voice.know why, but the prospect of certain death in unknown lands at the claws of exotic monsters isn't for me. I've tried it, and I couldn't get the hang of it. Each to their own, that's what I say, and I was cut out for boredom.' He rammed his hat on his head and stood up a little unsteadily.He'd reached the foot of the steps leading up into the street when a voice behind him said: 'A real wizard would have accepted.'He could have kept going. He could have walked up the stairs, out into the street, got a pizza at the Klatchian takeaway in Sniggs Alley, and gone to bed. History would have
I wish you every success in your search,' he said, 'Id help you myself, only I'm not going to.'
'What?'
'Sorry. I don't been totally changed, and in fact would also have been considerably shorter, but he would have got a good night's sleep although, of course, it would have been on the floor.
The future held its breath, waiting for Rincewind to walk away.
He didn't do this for three reasons. One was alcohol. One was the tiny flame of pride that flickers in the heart of even the most careful coward. But the third was the voice.know why, but the prospect of certain death in unknown lands at the claws of exotic monsters isn't for me. I've tried it, and I couldn't get the hang of it. Each to their own, that's what I say, and I was cut out for boredom.' He rammed his hat on his head and stood up a little unsteadily.He'd reached the foot of the steps leading up into the street when a voice behind him said: 'A real wizard would have accepted.'He could have kept going. He could have walked up the stairs, out into the street, got a pizza at the Klatchian takeaway in Sniggs Alley, and gone to bed. History would have
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Vincent van Gogh Fishing Boats on the Beach
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Archchancellor?’
‘The comment I made recently about the Y-word . . .’
‘Yes? Yes?’
‘You can definitely include Yee-haw, too.’
The Dean hung his head.
‘Oh. And then the floor erupted ahead of them.
And then, behind them.
The thing that arose from the shattered tiles was either formless or many forms at once. It writhed angrily, snapping its tubing at them. The trolley skewed to a halt.
‘Got any more magic, Dean?’Yes. Archchancellor.’‘And why hasn’t everythin’ gone boom?’‘I put a slight delay on it, Archchancellor. I thought perhaps we ought to get out before things happened.’‘Good thinking, that man.’‘Soon have you out, Windle,’ said Reg Shoe. ‘We don’t leave our people in there. Isn’t this -‘
‘Er . . . no, Archchancellor.’
Archchancellor?’
‘The comment I made recently about the Y-word . . .’
‘Yes? Yes?’
‘You can definitely include Yee-haw, too.’
The Dean hung his head.
‘Oh. And then the floor erupted ahead of them.
And then, behind them.
The thing that arose from the shattered tiles was either formless or many forms at once. It writhed angrily, snapping its tubing at them. The trolley skewed to a halt.
‘Got any more magic, Dean?’Yes. Archchancellor.’‘And why hasn’t everythin’ gone boom?’‘I put a slight delay on it, Archchancellor. I thought perhaps we ought to get out before things happened.’‘Good thinking, that man.’‘Soon have you out, Windle,’ said Reg Shoe. ‘We don’t leave our people in there. Isn’t this -‘
‘Er . . . no, Archchancellor.’
Monday, April 6, 2009
John William Waterhouse The Siren
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craned his neck to see around the kitchen, just in case jewels and treasure were hanging out of the dresser drawers. Miss FIitworth eclipsed his view.
‘I’m sure you did. Thank you. Now I expect you’ll be wanting to be off home.’
‘lf there’s anything we can do -‘
‘I know ‘I ain’t surprised. He makes it up in the woods. Apples isn’t the half of it.’
I HAVE NEVER FELT ILL BEFORE. OR TIRED.
‘lt’s all part of being alive.’
AND HOW DO HUMANS STAND IT?
‘Well, fermented apple juice can help.’
Bill Door sat staring gloomily at the floor.where you live. And you ain’t paid no rent there for five years, too. Goodbye. Mr Spigot.’She ushered them to the door and shut it in their faces, then she turned around.‘What the hell have you been doing, Mr So-Called Bill ?I AM TIRED AND IT WON’T STOP.Bill Door clutched at his skull.ALSO SPIGOT GAVE ME A HUMOROUS APPLE JUICE FERMENTED DRINK BECAUSE OF THE HEAT AND NOW I FEEL ILL.
craned his neck to see around the kitchen, just in case jewels and treasure were hanging out of the dresser drawers. Miss FIitworth eclipsed his view.
‘I’m sure you did. Thank you. Now I expect you’ll be wanting to be off home.’
‘lf there’s anything we can do -‘
‘I know ‘I ain’t surprised. He makes it up in the woods. Apples isn’t the half of it.’
I HAVE NEVER FELT ILL BEFORE. OR TIRED.
‘lt’s all part of being alive.’
AND HOW DO HUMANS STAND IT?
‘Well, fermented apple juice can help.’
Bill Door sat staring gloomily at the floor.where you live. And you ain’t paid no rent there for five years, too. Goodbye. Mr Spigot.’She ushered them to the door and shut it in their faces, then she turned around.‘What the hell have you been doing, Mr So-Called Bill ?I AM TIRED AND IT WON’T STOP.Bill Door clutched at his skull.ALSO SPIGOT GAVE ME A HUMOROUS APPLE JUICE FERMENTED DRINK BECAUSE OF THE HEAT AND NOW I FEEL ILL.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
John William Waterhouse Pandora
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professional to another. Bill Door said: AND YOU ARE -?
The Death of Rats nodded.
SQUEAK.
I REMEMBER, said Bill Door, WHEN YOU WERE A PART OF ME.
The Death of Rats squeaked again.
Bill Door fumbled in the pockets of his overall. He’d put some of his lunch in there. Ah, yes.
I at their flight in and out of the high barred windows. Death had wondered, at the time, why anyone would do something like that.
I WON’T DELAY YOU, he said. I EXPECT YOU’VE GOT THINGS TO DO.
RATS TO SEE. I KNOW HOW IT IS.
And now he understood.EXPECT, he said, THAT YOU COULD MURDER A PIECE OF CHEESE?The Death of Rats took it graciously.Bill Door remembered visiting an old man once - only once - who had spent almost his entire life locked in a cell in a tower for some alleged crime little birds for company during his life sentence. They crapped on his bedding and ate his food, but he tolerated them and smiled
professional to another. Bill Door said: AND YOU ARE -?
The Death of Rats nodded.
SQUEAK.
I REMEMBER, said Bill Door, WHEN YOU WERE A PART OF ME.
The Death of Rats squeaked again.
Bill Door fumbled in the pockets of his overall. He’d put some of his lunch in there. Ah, yes.
I at their flight in and out of the high barred windows. Death had wondered, at the time, why anyone would do something like that.
I WON’T DELAY YOU, he said. I EXPECT YOU’VE GOT THINGS TO DO.
RATS TO SEE. I KNOW HOW IT IS.
And now he understood.EXPECT, he said, THAT YOU COULD MURDER A PIECE OF CHEESE?The Death of Rats took it graciously.Bill Door remembered visiting an old man once - only once - who had spent almost his entire life locked in a cell in a tower for some alleged crime little birds for company during his life sentence. They crapped on his bedding and ate his food, but he tolerated them and smiled
Gustav Klimt Hygieia (II)
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there’s a crescent moon in the sky and a crust on the snow and the hills go on for ever . . . and the other wolves, well, fill up as the population of Ankh-Morpork began its informal shift change between the night people and the day people. All of them avoided Windle. People didn’t bump into a zombie if they could help it.
He reached the University gates. which were now open, and made his way to his bedroom.
He’d need money, if he was moving out. He’d saved quite a lot over the years. Had he made a will? He’d they feel what it’s like, of course, but they don’t know like I do. To feel and know at the same time. No-one else knows what that’s like. No-one else in the whole world could know what that’s like. Windle became aware of teetering on the edge of a pit of sorrows. He never knew what to say in moments like this.Lupine brightened up. ‘Come to that . . . what’s it like, being a zombie?’‘It’s OK. It’s not too bad.’Lupine nodded.‘See you around,’ he said, and strode off.The streets were beginning to
there’s a crescent moon in the sky and a crust on the snow and the hills go on for ever . . . and the other wolves, well, fill up as the population of Ankh-Morpork began its informal shift change between the night people and the day people. All of them avoided Windle. People didn’t bump into a zombie if they could help it.
He reached the University gates. which were now open, and made his way to his bedroom.
He’d need money, if he was moving out. He’d saved quite a lot over the years. Had he made a will? He’d they feel what it’s like, of course, but they don’t know like I do. To feel and know at the same time. No-one else knows what that’s like. No-one else in the whole world could know what that’s like. Windle became aware of teetering on the edge of a pit of sorrows. He never knew what to say in moments like this.Lupine brightened up. ‘Come to that . . . what’s it like, being a zombie?’‘It’s OK. It’s not too bad.’Lupine nodded.‘See you around,’ he said, and strode off.The streets were beginning to
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Frederic Edwin Church Sunset
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the other curtain!’
‘One, two, three . . . now!’
Windle blinked in the invasive sunlight.
The wizards held their breath.
‘I ‘m sorry,’ he said.’It doesn’t seem to work.’
They sagged again.
‘, Windle, is not doing you any good,’ he said, and slammed the door behind him.
After a few seconds the four screws holding the door handle very slowly unscrewed themselves. They rose up and orbited near the ceiling for a while, and then fell.
Windle thought about this for a while.
Memories. He had lots of them. One hundred and thirty years of memories. When he was alDon’t you feel anything?’ said Ridcully.‘No sensation of crumbling into dust and blowing away?’ said the Senior Wrangler hopefully.‘My nose tends to peel if I ‘m out in the sun too long,’ said Windle.’I don ‘t know if that’s any help.’ He tried to smile.The wizards looked at one another and shrugged.‘Get out,’ said the Archchancellor. They trooped out. Ridcully followed them. He paused at the door and waved a finger at Windle.‘This uncooperative attitudeive he hadn’t been able to remember one-hundredth of the things he knew but now he was dead
the other curtain!’
‘One, two, three . . . now!’
Windle blinked in the invasive sunlight.
The wizards held their breath.
‘I ‘m sorry,’ he said.’It doesn’t seem to work.’
They sagged again.
‘, Windle, is not doing you any good,’ he said, and slammed the door behind him.
After a few seconds the four screws holding the door handle very slowly unscrewed themselves. They rose up and orbited near the ceiling for a while, and then fell.
Windle thought about this for a while.
Memories. He had lots of them. One hundred and thirty years of memories. When he was alDon’t you feel anything?’ said Ridcully.‘No sensation of crumbling into dust and blowing away?’ said the Senior Wrangler hopefully.‘My nose tends to peel if I ‘m out in the sun too long,’ said Windle.’I don ‘t know if that’s any help.’ He tried to smile.The wizards looked at one another and shrugged.‘Get out,’ said the Archchancellor. They trooped out. Ridcully followed them. He paused at the door and waved a finger at Windle.‘This uncooperative attitudeive he hadn’t been able to remember one-hundredth of the things he knew but now he was dead
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