Lord Frederick Leighton WeddedLord Frederick Leighton The Fisherman and the SyrenJean Auguste Dominique Ingres Perseus and Andromeda
thinking philosophers because it did not explain, among other things, signposts. After years of wrangling the whole thing was then turned over to Ly Tin Wheedle, arguably the Disc's greatest philosopher[22], who after some Well, everything, for a start. It was unthinkable that the Library should be burned. It was the largest accumulation of magic on the Disc. It underpinned wizardry. Every spell ever used was written down in it somewhere. Burning them was, was, was ...
There weren't any ashes. Plenty of wood ashes, lots of chains, lots of blackened stone, lots of mess. But thousands of books don't burn easily. They would leave bits of cover and piles of feathery ash. And there wasn't any.thought proclaimed that although it was indeed true that all places were one place, that place was very large.And so psychic order was restored. Distance is, however, an entirely subjective phenomenon and creatures of magic can adjust it to suit themselves.They are not necessarily very good at it. Rincewind sat dejectedly in the blackened ruins of the Library, trying to put his finger on what was wrong with them.
Friday, 10 April 2009
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
Andrea Mantegna Adoration of the Shepherds
Andrea Mantegna Adoration of the ShepherdsAndrea Mantegna Adoration of the MagiThomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, Venice
'I mean, I wouldn't like to cause offence.'
Well?'
'It's just that I can't help noticing-’
'Hmmm?'
'You have this certain way with strangers.' Rincewind ducked, but nothing happened.
What are you doing down there?' said Conina, testily.
,Sorry.,a father,' she added. 'Even you, I imagine.'
She peered around a corner.
'All clear. Come on,' she said, and then when they were striding along the damp cobbles she 'I know what you're thinking. I can't help it, I take after my father.'Who was he, then? Cohen the Barbarian?' Rincewind grinned to show it was a joke. At least, his lips moved in a desperate crescent.'No need to laugh about it, wizard.''What?''It's not my fault.'Rincewind's lips moved soundlessly. 'Sorry,' he said. 'Have I got this right? Your father really is Cohen the Barbarian?''Yes.' The girl scowled at Rincewind. 'Everyone has to have 'I shouldn't think so,' said Rincewind. 'Wizardry isn't allowed to run in families
'I mean, I wouldn't like to cause offence.'
Well?'
'It's just that I can't help noticing-’
'Hmmm?'
'You have this certain way with strangers.' Rincewind ducked, but nothing happened.
What are you doing down there?' said Conina, testily.
,Sorry.,a father,' she added. 'Even you, I imagine.'
She peered around a corner.
'All clear. Come on,' she said, and then when they were striding along the damp cobbles she 'I know what you're thinking. I can't help it, I take after my father.'Who was he, then? Cohen the Barbarian?' Rincewind grinned to show it was a joke. At least, his lips moved in a desperate crescent.'No need to laugh about it, wizard.''What?''It's not my fault.'Rincewind's lips moved soundlessly. 'Sorry,' he said. 'Have I got this right? Your father really is Cohen the Barbarian?''Yes.' The girl scowled at Rincewind. 'Everyone has to have 'I shouldn't think so,' said Rincewind. 'Wizardry isn't allowed to run in families
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
Alphonse Maria Mucha Morning Star
Alphonse Maria Mucha Morning StarAlphonse Maria Mucha Monaco Monte CarloAlphonse Maria Mucha Medee
low priest threw down his cards.
‘Double Onion’ he said.
The High Priest looked down suspiciously.
The low priest consulted a scrap of paper.
‘That’s three hundred thousand, nine hundred and sixty-four pebbles you owe me,’ he said.
There was the sound of footsteps.
The priests exchanged glances.
‘Haven’t had one for poisoned dart alley for quite some time,’ said the High Priest.
‘Five says he makes it,’ said the low priest.
‘You’re on.’
There was a faint clatter of metal points on stone.
‘It’s ‘Hey,’ said the one who was not High. ‘You don’t think it could be -‘ ‘Here? Oh, come on. We’re in the middle of a godsdamn jungle.’ The High Priest tried to smile. ‘There’s no way it could be -‘ The footsteps got nearer.a shame to take your pebbles.’There were footsteps again.‘All right, but there’s still the -‘ a creak, a splash ‘ - the crocodile tank.’There were footsteps.‘No-one’s ever got past the dreaded guardian of the portals -‘ The priests looked into one another’s horrified faces.
The priests clutched at one another in terror.
low priest threw down his cards.
‘Double Onion’ he said.
The High Priest looked down suspiciously.
The low priest consulted a scrap of paper.
‘That’s three hundred thousand, nine hundred and sixty-four pebbles you owe me,’ he said.
There was the sound of footsteps.
The priests exchanged glances.
‘Haven’t had one for poisoned dart alley for quite some time,’ said the High Priest.
‘Five says he makes it,’ said the low priest.
‘You’re on.’
There was a faint clatter of metal points on stone.
‘It’s ‘Hey,’ said the one who was not High. ‘You don’t think it could be -‘ ‘Here? Oh, come on. We’re in the middle of a godsdamn jungle.’ The High Priest tried to smile. ‘There’s no way it could be -‘ The footsteps got nearer.a shame to take your pebbles.’There were footsteps again.‘All right, but there’s still the -‘ a creak, a splash ‘ - the crocodile tank.’There were footsteps.‘No-one’s ever got past the dreaded guardian of the portals -‘ The priests looked into one another’s horrified faces.
The priests clutched at one another in terror.
Monday, 6 April 2009
Caravaggio Sleeping Cupid
Caravaggio Sleeping CupidCaravaggio Lute PlayerCaravaggio Adoration of the Shepherds
Still fast asleep,’ she said.
Carey’s Fire,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘It’s an omen.’
AN OMEN OF WHAT?
‘What? Oh, don’t ask me. Just an omen, I suppose. Just basic omenery.
Where are we going?’
INTO THE TOWN.
‘To be near the scythe?’
YES.
He disappeared into the barn. After a while he came out leading Binky, saddled and harnessed. He mounted up, then leaned down and pulled both her and the sleeping child on to the horse in front of him. IF I’M WRONG, he added, THIS HORSE WILL TAKTHAT’S NOT SLEEP.The rain had stopped, but the storm still marched around the hills. The air sizzled, still seemed oven-hot.Bill Door led the way past the henhouse, where Cyril and his elderly harem were crouched back in the darkness, all trying to occupy the same few inches of perch.There was a pale green glow hovering around the farmhouse chimney.‘We call that Mother E YOU WHEREVER YOU WANT
Still fast asleep,’ she said.
Carey’s Fire,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘It’s an omen.’
AN OMEN OF WHAT?
‘What? Oh, don’t ask me. Just an omen, I suppose. Just basic omenery.
Where are we going?’
INTO THE TOWN.
‘To be near the scythe?’
YES.
He disappeared into the barn. After a while he came out leading Binky, saddled and harnessed. He mounted up, then leaned down and pulled both her and the sleeping child on to the horse in front of him. IF I’M WRONG, he added, THIS HORSE WILL TAKTHAT’S NOT SLEEP.The rain had stopped, but the storm still marched around the hills. The air sizzled, still seemed oven-hot.Bill Door led the way past the henhouse, where Cyril and his elderly harem were crouched back in the darkness, all trying to occupy the same few inches of perch.There was a pale green glow hovering around the farmhouse chimney.‘We call that Mother E YOU WHEREVER YOU WANT
Friday, 3 April 2009
John William Waterhouse Hylas and the Nymphs
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knocking. ‘I know you’re in there,’ came the voice of Windle Poons.’You must let us in. It’s vitally important.’
‘Oook.’
‘You won’t open the doors?’
‘Oook!’
‘Then you a noticeable effect on a person’s rate of progress, but Windle wore him like a collar.
‘I think we need Ancient History,’ he said. ‘I wonder, could you stop trying to twist my head off?’
The Librarian looked around wildly. It was a technique that normally never failed.
Then his nostrils flared.
The Librarian hadn’t always been an ape. A magical library is a dangerous leave me no choice . . .’Ancient blocks of masonry moved aside slowly.Mortar crumbled. Then part of the wall fell in, leaving Windle Poons standing in a Windle Poons-shaped hole. He coughed on the dust. ‘I hate having to do that,’ he said. ‘I can’t help feeling it’s pandering to popular prejudice.’The Librarian landed on his shoulders. To the orangutan’s surprise, this made very little difference.A 300-pound orangutan usually had
knocking. ‘I know you’re in there,’ came the voice of Windle Poons.’You must let us in. It’s vitally important.’
‘Oook.’
‘You won’t open the doors?’
‘Oook!’
‘Then you a noticeable effect on a person’s rate of progress, but Windle wore him like a collar.
‘I think we need Ancient History,’ he said. ‘I wonder, could you stop trying to twist my head off?’
The Librarian looked around wildly. It was a technique that normally never failed.
Then his nostrils flared.
The Librarian hadn’t always been an ape. A magical library is a dangerous leave me no choice . . .’Ancient blocks of masonry moved aside slowly.Mortar crumbled. Then part of the wall fell in, leaving Windle Poons standing in a Windle Poons-shaped hole. He coughed on the dust. ‘I hate having to do that,’ he said. ‘I can’t help feeling it’s pandering to popular prejudice.’The Librarian landed on his shoulders. To the orangutan’s surprise, this made very little difference.A 300-pound orangutan usually had
Thursday, 2 April 2009
Georges Seurat Le Chahut
Georges Seurat Le ChahutWilliam Blake NebuchadnezzarWilliam Blake Jacob's Ladder
That man is a skelington,’ and had turned to see a small child in a nightdress watching him over the top of the bar, without terror but with a sort of fascinated horror.
The in their senses, which they filled in some- where inside their heads with something they preferred to encounter. But the adults’ inability to see him clearly wasn’t proof against this sort of insistent declaration, and he could feel the puzzlement around him. Then, just in time, its mother had come in from the back room and had taken the child away. There’d been muffled complaints on the lines of ‘ - a skelington, with all bones on -‘ disappearing around the bend in the stairs. And all the time the ancient clock over the fireplace had been ticking, ticking, chopping seconds off his life. There’d seemed so many of them, not long ago . . .
landlord, who by now Bill Door knew to be called Lifton, had laughed nervously and apologised.‘That’s just her fancy,’ he said.’The things children say, eh? Get on with you back to bed, Sal. And say you’re sorry to Mr Door.’ ‘He’s a skelington with clothes on,’ said the child.’Why doesn’t all the drink fall through?’He’d almost panicked. His intrinsic powers were fading, then. People could not normally see him - he occupied a blind spot
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That man is a skelington,’ and had turned to see a small child in a nightdress watching him over the top of the bar, without terror but with a sort of fascinated horror.
The in their senses, which they filled in some- where inside their heads with something they preferred to encounter. But the adults’ inability to see him clearly wasn’t proof against this sort of insistent declaration, and he could feel the puzzlement around him. Then, just in time, its mother had come in from the back room and had taken the child away. There’d been muffled complaints on the lines of ‘ - a skelington, with all bones on -‘ disappearing around the bend in the stairs. And all the time the ancient clock over the fireplace had been ticking, ticking, chopping seconds off his life. There’d seemed so many of them, not long ago . . .
landlord, who by now Bill Door knew to be called Lifton, had laughed nervously and apologised.‘That’s just her fancy,’ he said.’The things children say, eh? Get on with you back to bed, Sal. And say you’re sorry to Mr Door.’ ‘He’s a skelington with clothes on,’ said the child.’Why doesn’t all the drink fall through?’He’d almost panicked. His intrinsic powers were fading, then. People could not normally see him - he occupied a blind spot
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Wednesday, 1 April 2009
Pino DANCING IN BARCELONA
Pino DANCING IN BARCELONAPino close to my heartUnknown Artist Albert Edelfelt VirginieUnknown Artist Albert Edelfelt male nude 1George Stubbs Lion Devouring a Horse
there is any more of this,’ growled Ridcully, ‘anymore at all, d’you hear, I shall get very angry!’
He was dropped to the floor at the same time as the big doors opened. One of the college porters bustled in, curiously around the hall. The students were all cowering down the far end. Splashed food covered most of the walls to ceiling height. Bits of furniture lay around the wreckage of the chandelier like trees around ground zero of a meteor strike. Then he spoke with all the distaste of someone whose own further education had stopped at age nine, but who’d heard stories . . . ‘Indulging in a bit of youthful high spirits, were we?’ he said.’Throwin’ a few bread rolls around, that kind of thing?’
‘May I ask the meaning of this intrusion?’ said Ridcully, coldly.
The guard captain leaned on his spear.followed by a squad of the Patrician’s palace guard.The guard captain looked the Archchancellor up and down with the expression of one to whom theword ‘civilian’ is pronounced in the same general tones as ‘cockroach’.‘You the head chap?’ he said.The Archchancellor smoothed his robe and tried to straighten his beard.‘I am the Archchancellor of this university, yes,’ he said.The guard captain looked
there is any more of this,’ growled Ridcully, ‘anymore at all, d’you hear, I shall get very angry!’
He was dropped to the floor at the same time as the big doors opened. One of the college porters bustled in, curiously around the hall. The students were all cowering down the far end. Splashed food covered most of the walls to ceiling height. Bits of furniture lay around the wreckage of the chandelier like trees around ground zero of a meteor strike. Then he spoke with all the distaste of someone whose own further education had stopped at age nine, but who’d heard stories . . . ‘Indulging in a bit of youthful high spirits, were we?’ he said.’Throwin’ a few bread rolls around, that kind of thing?’
‘May I ask the meaning of this intrusion?’ said Ridcully, coldly.
The guard captain leaned on his spear.followed by a squad of the Patrician’s palace guard.The guard captain looked the Archchancellor up and down with the expression of one to whom theword ‘civilian’ is pronounced in the same general tones as ‘cockroach’.‘You the head chap?’ he said.The Archchancellor smoothed his robe and tried to straighten his beard.‘I am the Archchancellor of this university, yes,’ he said.The guard captain looked
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