Vincent van Gogh Ladies of Arles

Vincent van Gogh Ladies of ArlesSalvador Dali The Ecumenical CouncilSalvador Dali The Cellist Ricardo Pichot
Diamanda’s mouth dropped open.
“ ‘Ere, you’re doing that wrong. You don’t want to muck about with a hand like that,” said Nanny Ogg helpfully, looking over her shoulder. “You’ve got a Double Onion there.”
“Who are you?”
Suddenly they were there. Perdita thought: one minute there’s shadows, the next minute they were there, solid as anything.
“What’s all the chalk on the floor, then?” said Nanny Ogg. “You’ve got all chalk on the floor. And heathen writ-ing. Not that I’ve got anything against heathens,” she added. She appeared to think about it. “I’m practic’ly one,” she added further, “but I don’t write on the floor. What’d you want to write all on the floor for?” She nudged Perdita. ““Who’s this?” said Diamanda, out of the comer of her mouth.
“Um, it’s Granny Weatherwax,” said Perdita. “Um. She’s a witch, um...”
“What level?” said Diamanda.
Nanny Ogg looked around for something to hide behind.You’ll never get the chalk out,” she said, “it gets right into the grain.”“Um, it’s a magic circle,” said Perdita. “Um, hello, Mrs.Ogg. Um. It’s to keep bad influences away ...”Granny Weatherwax leaned forward slightly.“Tell me, my dear,” she said to Diamanda, “do you think it’s working?”She leaned forward further.Diamanda leaned backward.And then slowly leaned forward again.They ended up nose to nose.
Granny Weatherwax’s eyebrow twitched.