Jack Vettriano The AssessmentJack Vettriano The ArrangementJack Vettriano The Apprentice
HUMANS CLOUDS THE THINKING. TAKE IT FROM ME. DON'T GET INVOLVED.
'But I am a human.'
I DIDN'T SAY MYSELF SOME FLICKER OF EMOTION IN THE RECENT PAST, said Death, BUT I CAN GIVE IT UP ANY TIME I LIKE.
He held up the hourglass again.
IT'S AN INTERESTING FACT THAT MUSIC, BEING OF ITS NATURE IMMORTAL, CAN SOMETIMES PROLONG THE LIFE OF THOSE INTIMATELY ASSOCIATED WITH IT, he said. I'VE NOTICED THAT FAMOUS COMPOSERS IN PARTICULAR HANG ON FOR A LONG TIME. DEAF AS POSTS, MOST OF THEM, WHEN I COME CALLING. I EXPECT SOME GOD SOMEWHERE FINDS THAT VERY AMUSING. Death contrived to look disdainful.
IT'S THEIR KIND OF JOKE.IT WAS GOING TO BE EASY, DID I? DON'T THINK ABOUT IT. DON'T FEEL.'You're an expert, are you?' said Susan hotly.I MAY HAVE ALLOWED
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Salvador Dali Dream Caused by the Flight of a Bee around a Pomegranate
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no skin off my nose what you believe, madam,' he said.
'You really mean the tall figure with the scythe and everything?'
'Yes.''I remember when you got brought here,' he said. 'He'd kept on asking, you see. He was curious. He likes kids. Sees a lot of them really, but . . . not to get to know, if you see what I mean. Your mum and dad didn't want to, but they gave in and brought you all here for tea one day just to keep him quiet. They didn't like to do it because they thought you'd be scared and scream the place down. But you . . . you didn't scream. You laughed. Frightened the life out of your dad, that did. They brought you a couple more times when he asked, but then they got scared about what might happen and 'Look, Albert,' said Susan, in the voice one uses to the simpleminded, 'even if there was a "Death" like that, and frankly it's quite ridiculous to go anthropomorphizing a simple natural function, no‑one can inherit anything from it. I know about heredity. It's all about having red hair and things. You get it from other people. You don't get it from . . . myths and legends. Um.'The Death of Rats had gravitated to the cheeseboard, where he was using his scythe to hack off a lump. Albert sat back.
no skin off my nose what you believe, madam,' he said.
'You really mean the tall figure with the scythe and everything?'
'Yes.''I remember when you got brought here,' he said. 'He'd kept on asking, you see. He was curious. He likes kids. Sees a lot of them really, but . . . not to get to know, if you see what I mean. Your mum and dad didn't want to, but they gave in and brought you all here for tea one day just to keep him quiet. They didn't like to do it because they thought you'd be scared and scream the place down. But you . . . you didn't scream. You laughed. Frightened the life out of your dad, that did. They brought you a couple more times when he asked, but then they got scared about what might happen and 'Look, Albert,' said Susan, in the voice one uses to the simpleminded, 'even if there was a "Death" like that, and frankly it's quite ridiculous to go anthropomorphizing a simple natural function, no‑one can inherit anything from it. I know about heredity. It's all about having red hair and things. You get it from other people. You don't get it from . . . myths and legends. Um.'The Death of Rats had gravitated to the cheeseboard, where he was using his scythe to hack off a lump. Albert sat back.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Henri Matisse Decorative Figure on an Ornamental Background
Henri Matisse Decorative Figure on an Ornamental BackgroundHenri Matisse Blue Still LifeGeorges Seurat The Island of La Grande JatteWilliam Blake The Resurrection
anything I tell 'em.'
'I want all the men we can spare up on the rooftops between the Palace and the University,' said Carrot.
'There's Assassins up there already,' said Colon. 'And the Thieves' Guild have got men up there, too.'
'They're Thieves and Assassins. We're not. Make sure someone's up on the Tower of Art as well—'
'Sir?'
'Yes, sergeant?'Very important, sir, good clean cohorts. Frighten the life out the enemy.'
'Good.'
'But I can't find Corporal Nobbs, sir.'
'Is that a problem?'
'Well, it means the honour guard'll be a bit smarter, si''We've been talking . . . me and the lads . . . and, well . . .''Yes?''It'd save a lot of trouble if we went to the wizards and asked them—''Captain Vimes never had any truck with magic.''No, but. . .''No magic, sergeant.''Yes, sir.''Guard of honour all sorted out?''Yes, sir. Their cohorts all gleaming in purple and gold, sir.''Really?'
anything I tell 'em.'
'I want all the men we can spare up on the rooftops between the Palace and the University,' said Carrot.
'There's Assassins up there already,' said Colon. 'And the Thieves' Guild have got men up there, too.'
'They're Thieves and Assassins. We're not. Make sure someone's up on the Tower of Art as well—'
'Sir?'
'Yes, sergeant?'Very important, sir, good clean cohorts. Frighten the life out the enemy.'
'Good.'
'But I can't find Corporal Nobbs, sir.'
'Is that a problem?'
'Well, it means the honour guard'll be a bit smarter, si''We've been talking . . . me and the lads . . . and, well . . .''Yes?''It'd save a lot of trouble if we went to the wizards and asked them—''Captain Vimes never had any truck with magic.''No, but. . .''No magic, sergeant.''Yes, sir.''Guard of honour all sorted out?''Yes, sir. Their cohorts all gleaming in purple and gold, sir.''Really?'
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Leroy Neiman Lady Liberty
Leroy Neiman Lady LibertyLeroy Neiman Jour du SoleilLeroy Neiman Jazz Horns
seen big dwarf halls in the mountains,' said Cuddy, 'but I've got to admit this is something else.' His voice echoed back and forth in the chamber.
'Oh, yes,' said Detritus, 'it's got to be something else, because it's not a dwarf hall in the mountains.'
'Can you see any way up?'
'No.'
'We could have He leaned it up against the wall. His fist pounded into it a few times. He handed it back. It was, more or less, shovel shaped.
'It's a long way up,' Cuddy said doubtfully.
'But we know the way,' said Detritus. 'It's either that, passed a dozen ways to the surface and not known it.''Yes,' said the troll. 'It's a knotty problem.''Detritus?''Yes?''Did you know you're getting smarter again, down here in the cool?''Really?''Can you use it to think of a way out?''Digging?' the troll suggested.There were fallen blocks here and there in the tunnels. Not many; the place had been well built . . .'Nah. Haven't got a shovel,' said Cuddy.Detritus nodded.'Give me your breastplate,' he said.
seen big dwarf halls in the mountains,' said Cuddy, 'but I've got to admit this is something else.' His voice echoed back and forth in the chamber.
'Oh, yes,' said Detritus, 'it's got to be something else, because it's not a dwarf hall in the mountains.'
'Can you see any way up?'
'No.'
'We could have He leaned it up against the wall. His fist pounded into it a few times. He handed it back. It was, more or less, shovel shaped.
'It's a long way up,' Cuddy said doubtfully.
'But we know the way,' said Detritus. 'It's either that, passed a dozen ways to the surface and not known it.''Yes,' said the troll. 'It's a knotty problem.''Detritus?''Yes?''Did you know you're getting smarter again, down here in the cool?''Really?''Can you use it to think of a way out?''Digging?' the troll suggested.There were fallen blocks here and there in the tunnels. Not many; the place had been well built . . .'Nah. Haven't got a shovel,' said Cuddy.Detritus nodded.'Give me your breastplate,' he said.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tamara de Lempicka Saint Moritz
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Carrot smiled, and then nodded at the cook behind the counter and cleared his throat noisily.
'I think I might have a throat sweet somewhere —' Angua began.
'I was ordering breakfast,' said Carrot.
'You know the menu off by heart?'
'Oh, yes. But it's written on the wall as well.'
Angua turned and looked again at what she'd thought were merely random scratches.
'It's Oggham,' said Carrot. 'An ancient and poetic runic script whose origins are lost in the mists of time but it's thought to have been invented even before the Gods.'
'Gosh. What does it say?'
Carrot really cleared his throat this time.
breath and threw up allegro ma non troppo.
Then he leaned against the wall, waving his crossbow vaguely in front of him.
There wasn't anyone else on the roof. There were just the leads, stretching away, drinking up the morning sunlight. It was already almost too hot to move.
When he felt a bit better he poked around among the chimneys and skylight. But there were a dozen ways down, and a thousand places to hide.'Soss, egg, beans and rat 12p Soss, rat and fried slice l0p Cream-cheese rat 9p Rat and beans 8p Rat and ketchup 7p Rat 4p' 'Why does ketchup cost almost as much as the rat?' said Angua.'Have you tried rat without ketchup?' said Carrot. 'Anyway, I ordered you dwarf bread. Have you ever eaten dwarf bread?''No.''Everyone should try it once,' said Carrot. He appeared to consider Three and a half minutes after waking up, Captain Samuel Vimes, Night Watch, staggered up the last few steps to the roof of the city's opera house, gasped for
Carrot smiled, and then nodded at the cook behind the counter and cleared his throat noisily.
'I think I might have a throat sweet somewhere —' Angua began.
'I was ordering breakfast,' said Carrot.
'You know the menu off by heart?'
'Oh, yes. But it's written on the wall as well.'
Angua turned and looked again at what she'd thought were merely random scratches.
'It's Oggham,' said Carrot. 'An ancient and poetic runic script whose origins are lost in the mists of time but it's thought to have been invented even before the Gods.'
'Gosh. What does it say?'
Carrot really cleared his throat this time.
breath and threw up allegro ma non troppo.
Then he leaned against the wall, waving his crossbow vaguely in front of him.
There wasn't anyone else on the roof. There were just the leads, stretching away, drinking up the morning sunlight. It was already almost too hot to move.
When he felt a bit better he poked around among the chimneys and skylight. But there were a dozen ways down, and a thousand places to hide.'Soss, egg, beans and rat 12p Soss, rat and fried slice l0p Cream-cheese rat 9p Rat and beans 8p Rat and ketchup 7p Rat 4p' 'Why does ketchup cost almost as much as the rat?' said Angua.'Have you tried rat without ketchup?' said Carrot. 'Anyway, I ordered you dwarf bread. Have you ever eaten dwarf bread?''No.''Everyone should try it once,' said Carrot. He appeared to consider Three and a half minutes after waking up, Captain Samuel Vimes, Night Watch, staggered up the last few steps to the roof of the city's opera house, gasped for
Monday, April 27, 2009
Juan Gris Landscape with Houses at Ceret
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What? OK. OK. Let's believe he's a good man. But his second-in-command – is he a good man too? You'd better hope so. Because he's the minds, boy. Honest men start bowing and bobbing just because someone's grandad was a bigger murdering bastard than theirs was. Listen! We probably had good kings, once! But kings breed other kings! And blood tells, and you end up with a bunch of arrogant, murdering bastards! Chopping off queens' heads and fighting their cousins every five minutes! And we had centuries of that! And then one day a man said "No more kings!" and we rose up and we fought the bloody nobles and we dragged the king off his throne and we dragged him into Sator Square and we chopped his bloody head off! Job well done!'supreme ruler, too, in the name of the king. And the rest of the court . . . they've got to be good men. Because if just one of them's a bad man the result is bribery and patronage.''The Patrician's a supreme ruler,' Carrot pointed out. He nodded at a passing troll. 'G'day, Mr Carbuncle.''But he doesn't wear a crown or sit on a throne and he doesn't tell you it's right that he should rule,' said Vimes. 'I hate the bastard. But he's honest. Honest like a corkscrew.''Even so, a good man as king—''Yes? And then what? Royalty pollutes people's
What? OK. OK. Let's believe he's a good man. But his second-in-command – is he a good man too? You'd better hope so. Because he's the minds, boy. Honest men start bowing and bobbing just because someone's grandad was a bigger murdering bastard than theirs was. Listen! We probably had good kings, once! But kings breed other kings! And blood tells, and you end up with a bunch of arrogant, murdering bastards! Chopping off queens' heads and fighting their cousins every five minutes! And we had centuries of that! And then one day a man said "No more kings!" and we rose up and we fought the bloody nobles and we dragged the king off his throne and we dragged him into Sator Square and we chopped his bloody head off! Job well done!'supreme ruler, too, in the name of the king. And the rest of the court . . . they've got to be good men. Because if just one of them's a bad man the result is bribery and patronage.''The Patrician's a supreme ruler,' Carrot pointed out. He nodded at a passing troll. 'G'day, Mr Carbuncle.''But he doesn't wear a crown or sit on a throne and he doesn't tell you it's right that he should rule,' said Vimes. 'I hate the bastard. But he's honest. Honest like a corkscrew.''Even so, a good man as king—''Yes? And then what? Royalty pollutes people's
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Cao Yong THE VISION BEYOND
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The unicorn threw back its head and screamed.
Half the town was waiting as Granny led the beast into Lancre, hooves skidding on the cobbles, because when you tell Nanny Ogg you tell everyone.
It danced at the end of the impossibly thin tether, kick-ing out at the terminally unwary, but never quite managing to pull free.
Jason Ogg, still in his best clothes, was standing ner-vously at the open doorway to the forge. Superheated air vibrated over the chimney.
308
LORDS ft^O “I don’t know—“
“Listen to me, Jason Ogg,” said Granny, hauling on the hair as the creature skittered around in a circle, “you can shoe anything anyone brings you. And there’s a price for that, ain’t there?”
Jason gave Nanny Ogg a panic-stricken look. She had the grace to look embarrassed.Lft0f£8“Mister Blacksmith,” said Granny Weatherwax, “I have a job for you.”“Er,” said Jason, “that’s a unicorn, is that.”“Correct.”The unicorn screamed again, and rolled mad red eyes at Jason.“No one’s ever put shoes on a unicorn,” said Jason.“Think of this,” said Granny Weatherwax, “as your bigmoment.”The crowd clustered round, trying to see and hear while keeping out of the way of the hooves.Jason rubbed his chin with his hammer.
The unicorn threw back its head and screamed.
Half the town was waiting as Granny led the beast into Lancre, hooves skidding on the cobbles, because when you tell Nanny Ogg you tell everyone.
It danced at the end of the impossibly thin tether, kick-ing out at the terminally unwary, but never quite managing to pull free.
Jason Ogg, still in his best clothes, was standing ner-vously at the open doorway to the forge. Superheated air vibrated over the chimney.
308
LORDS ft^O “I don’t know—“
“Listen to me, Jason Ogg,” said Granny, hauling on the hair as the creature skittered around in a circle, “you can shoe anything anyone brings you. And there’s a price for that, ain’t there?”
Jason gave Nanny Ogg a panic-stricken look. She had the grace to look embarrassed.Lft0f£8“Mister Blacksmith,” said Granny Weatherwax, “I have a job for you.”“Er,” said Jason, “that’s a unicorn, is that.”“Correct.”The unicorn screamed again, and rolled mad red eyes at Jason.“No one’s ever put shoes on a unicorn,” said Jason.“Think of this,” said Granny Weatherwax, “as your bigmoment.”The crowd clustered round, trying to see and hear while keeping out of the way of the hooves.Jason rubbed his chin with his hammer.
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