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did you know who I am?' said Susan.
I HAVE A UNIQUE MEMORY.
'How can you remember me? I haven't even been conceived yet!'
I DID SAY UNIQUE. YOUR NAME IS–
'Susan, but . . .'
SUSAN? said Death bitterly. THEY REALLY WANTED TO MAKE SURE, DIDN'T THEY?
He sat down in 'Well . . . you've got bony knees.'
Death stared at her.
BONY KNEES?
'Sorry.'
YOU CAME HERE TO TELL ME THAT?
'You've gone missing back . . . there. I'm having to do the Duty. Albert is very worried. I came here to . . . find things out. I didn't know my father worked for you.'
HE WAS VERY BAD AT IT.his chair, steepled his fingers and looked at Susan over the top of them.She looked back, matching stare for stare.TELL ME, said Death, after a while, WAS I . . . WILL I BE . . . AM I A GOOD GRANDFATHER?Susan bit her lip thoughtfully.'If I tell you, won't that be a paradox?'NOT FOR US.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beaching the Boat (study)
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couldn't remember ever having been young. It must have happened thousands of years ago. He was seventy‑nine, but Time in Death's house was a reusable resource.
He was vaguely aware that childhood was a tricky business, especially towards the end. There was all the business with pimples and The Queen doesn't actually have to come around to your actual house, hog the chair and the TV remote control, and issue actual commands about how one is parched and would enjoy a cup of tea. It all takes place automatically, like gravity. Except that, unlike gravity, it needs someone at the top. They don't necessarily have to do a great deal. They just have to be there. They just have to be.bits of your body having a mind of their own. Running the executive arm of mortality was certainly an extra problem.But the point was, the horrible, inescapable point was, that someone had to do it.For, as has been said before, Death operated in general rather than particular terms, just like a monarchy.If you are a subject in a monarchy, you are ruled by the monarch. All the time. Waking or sleeping. Whatever you ‑ or they ‑ happen to be doing.It's part of the general conditions of the situation.
couldn't remember ever having been young. It must have happened thousands of years ago. He was seventy‑nine, but Time in Death's house was a reusable resource.
He was vaguely aware that childhood was a tricky business, especially towards the end. There was all the business with pimples and The Queen doesn't actually have to come around to your actual house, hog the chair and the TV remote control, and issue actual commands about how one is parched and would enjoy a cup of tea. It all takes place automatically, like gravity. Except that, unlike gravity, it needs someone at the top. They don't necessarily have to do a great deal. They just have to be there. They just have to be.bits of your body having a mind of their own. Running the executive arm of mortality was certainly an extra problem.But the point was, the horrible, inescapable point was, that someone had to do it.For, as has been said before, Death operated in general rather than particular terms, just like a monarchy.If you are a subject in a monarchy, you are ruled by the monarch. All the time. Waking or sleeping. Whatever you ‑ or they ‑ happen to be doing.It's part of the general conditions of the situation.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Paul Gauguin Tahitian Woman
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dock basins and cattle-yards. Even though he thought of the whole city as belonging to him, this wasn't his territory. There were rats here wall or a low-roofed hut, and Gaspode would limp around in circles until he found it again.
Random thoughts wavered in his schizophrenic doggy mind.
'Clever Dog Saves The Day,' he muttered. 'Everyone Says, Good Doggy. No they don't, I'm only doing it 'cos I was threatened. The Marvellous Nose. I didn't want to do this. You Shall Have A Bone. I'm just flotsam on the sea of life, me. Who's a Good Boy? Shut up.'almost as big as he was, and he was basically a sort of terrier shape, and Ankh-Morpork rats were intelligent enough to recognize it. He'd also been kicked by two horses and almost run over by a cart. And he'd lost the scent. She'd doubled back and forth and used rooftops and crossed the river a few times. Werewolves were instinctively good at avoiding pursuit; after all, the surviving ones were descendants of those who could outrun an angry mob. Those who couldn't outwit a mob never had descendants, or even graves.Several times the scent petered out at a
dock basins and cattle-yards. Even though he thought of the whole city as belonging to him, this wasn't his territory. There were rats here wall or a low-roofed hut, and Gaspode would limp around in circles until he found it again.
Random thoughts wavered in his schizophrenic doggy mind.
'Clever Dog Saves The Day,' he muttered. 'Everyone Says, Good Doggy. No they don't, I'm only doing it 'cos I was threatened. The Marvellous Nose. I didn't want to do this. You Shall Have A Bone. I'm just flotsam on the sea of life, me. Who's a Good Boy? Shut up.'almost as big as he was, and he was basically a sort of terrier shape, and Ankh-Morpork rats were intelligent enough to recognize it. He'd also been kicked by two horses and almost run over by a cart. And he'd lost the scent. She'd doubled back and forth and used rooftops and crossed the river a few times. Werewolves were instinctively good at avoiding pursuit; after all, the surviving ones were descendants of those who could outrun an angry mob. Those who couldn't outwit a mob never had descendants, or even graves.Several times the scent petered out at a
Sunday, May 3, 2009
John William Waterhouse Psyche Entering Cupid's Garden
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of us?' he said, nervously. 'Er. Shouldn't a couple of senior officers stay up here? In case anything happens?'
'Do you mean in case anything happens up here?' said Angua, tartly. 'Or in case anything happens down there?'
'I'll go with the side of the bath, but produced some matches and lit it for him.
'Thank you, Willikins. What's your first name?'
'First name, sir?'
'I mean, what do people call you when they've got to knoLance-Constable Cuddy and Lance-Constable Detritus,' said Carrot. 'I don't think anyone else ought to come.''But it could be dangerous!' said Angua.'If I find who's been shooting at Watchmen,' said Carrot, 'it will be.' Samuel Vimes reached up with a big toe and turned on the hot tap.There was a respectful knock at the door, and Willikins old-retainer'd in.'Would sir be wanting anything?'Vimes thought about it.'Lady Ramkin said you wouldn't be wanting any alcohol,' said Willikins, as if reading his thoughts.'Did she?''Emphatically, sir. But I have here a very fine cigar.'He winced as Vimes bit the end off and spat it over
of us?' he said, nervously. 'Er. Shouldn't a couple of senior officers stay up here? In case anything happens?'
'Do you mean in case anything happens up here?' said Angua, tartly. 'Or in case anything happens down there?'
'I'll go with the side of the bath, but produced some matches and lit it for him.
'Thank you, Willikins. What's your first name?'
'First name, sir?'
'I mean, what do people call you when they've got to knoLance-Constable Cuddy and Lance-Constable Detritus,' said Carrot. 'I don't think anyone else ought to come.''But it could be dangerous!' said Angua.'If I find who's been shooting at Watchmen,' said Carrot, 'it will be.' Samuel Vimes reached up with a big toe and turned on the hot tap.There was a respectful knock at the door, and Willikins old-retainer'd in.'Would sir be wanting anything?'Vimes thought about it.'Lady Ramkin said you wouldn't be wanting any alcohol,' said Willikins, as if reading his thoughts.'Did she?''Emphatically, sir. But I have here a very fine cigar.'He winced as Vimes bit the end off and spat it over
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