Edward Hopper Portrait of Orleans

Edward Hopper Portrait of OrleansEdward Hopper Pont du Carrousel in the FogEdward Hopper Painter and ModelEdward Hopper Office in a Small CityEdward Hopper New York Restaurant
Events always moved fast in Holy Wood, but the work on Blown Away sped forward like a comet. The other Fruitbat clicks were halted. So were most of the others in the town, because Dibbler was hiring actors and handlemen at twice what anyone else would pay.
And a sort of Ankh-Morpork rose among the dunes. It would have been cheaper, Soll complained, to have risked the wrath of the wizards, sneaked some filming in Ankh-Morpork itself, and then slipped someone a fistful of dollars to put a match to the place.
Dibbler disagreed.
‘Apart that even Dibbler didn’t shout at her. She kept glaring at Gaspode, who tried to stay out of her way.
Dibbler was preoccupied, anyway. He was in his office, explaining The Plot.
It was basically quite simple, running on the familiar lines of Boy Meets Girl, Girl Meets Another Boy, Boy Loses Girl, except that on this occasion there was a civil war in the from anything else,’ he declared, ‘it wouldn’t look right.’ ‘But it’s the real Ankh-Morpork, Uncle,’ said Soll. ‘It’s got to look exactly right. How can it not look right?’ ‘Ankh-Morpork doesn’t look all that genuine, you know,’ said Dibbler thoughtfully. ‘Of course it’s bloody genuine!’ snapped Soll, the bonds of .kinship stretching to snapping point. ‘It’s really there! It’s really itself! You can’t make it any more genuine! It’s as genuine as it can get!’ Dibbler took his cigar out of his mouth. ‘No, it isn’t,’ he said. ‘You’ll see.’ Ginger turned up around lunchtime, looking so pale