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thick with dust as the flying stones ground together. She thumped the carpet.
'Take off, you blasted mat! Arrgh!'
A piece of cornice clipped her shoulder. She rubbed the bruise irritably, and turned to Rincewind, who was sitting with his knees under his chin and his hat pulled down over his head.
'Why doesn't it work?' she said.
'You're not saying the right words,' he said.
'It doesn't understand the language?'
'Language hasn't got anything to do with it. You've neglected something fundamental.'
'Well?'
'Well The hat rose some more. 'You're quite sure?' said Rincewind.
'Yes!'
Rincewind cleared his throat.what?' sniffed Rincewind.'Look, this isn't the time to stand on your dignity!''You keep on trying, don't you mind me.''Make it fly!'Rincewind pulled his hat further over his ears.'Please?' said Conina.The hat rose a bit.'Wed all be terribly bucked,' said Nijel.'Hear, hear,' said Creosote.
'Down,' he commanded.
The carpet rose from the ground and hovered expectantly
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Salvador Dali Manhattan Skyline
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patiently behind Rincewind and making no attempt to shake them off. Perhaps it was sickening for something, he thought, all this sand and heat. As for the wind ...
Ankh-Morpork had its famous smell, so full of personality that it could reduce a strong man to tears. But Al Khali had its wind, blowing from the vastness of the deserts and continents nearer the rim. It was a gentle breeze, but it didn't stop and eventually it had the same effect on visitors that a cheesegrater achieves on a tomato. After a while it seemed to have worn away your skin and was rasping directly across the nerves.
To Conina's sensitive nostrils it carried aromatic messages from the heart of the continent, compounded of the chill of deserts, the stink of lions, the compost of jungles and the flatulence of wildebeest.and brightened up a bit.'How many people are there on this continent, do you think?' he said.'I don't know,' said Conina, without turning round. 'Millions, I expect?''If I were wise, I wouldn't be here,' said Rincewind, with feeling.They had been in Al Khali, gateway to the whole mysterious continent of Klatch, for several hours. He was beginning to suffer.A decent city should have a bit of fog about it, he considered, and people should live indoors, not spend all their time out on the streets. There shouldn't be
patiently behind Rincewind and making no attempt to shake them off. Perhaps it was sickening for something, he thought, all this sand and heat. As for the wind ...
Ankh-Morpork had its famous smell, so full of personality that it could reduce a strong man to tears. But Al Khali had its wind, blowing from the vastness of the deserts and continents nearer the rim. It was a gentle breeze, but it didn't stop and eventually it had the same effect on visitors that a cheesegrater achieves on a tomato. After a while it seemed to have worn away your skin and was rasping directly across the nerves.
To Conina's sensitive nostrils it carried aromatic messages from the heart of the continent, compounded of the chill of deserts, the stink of lions, the compost of jungles and the flatulence of wildebeest.and brightened up a bit.'How many people are there on this continent, do you think?' he said.'I don't know,' said Conina, without turning round. 'Millions, I expect?''If I were wise, I wouldn't be here,' said Rincewind, with feeling.They had been in Al Khali, gateway to the whole mysterious continent of Klatch, for several hours. He was beginning to suffer.A decent city should have a bit of fog about it, he considered, and people should live indoors, not spend all their time out on the streets. There shouldn't be
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what it should all be about. What we need is real wizardry.'
That last remark would have earned the prize for the day's most erroneous statement if Rincewind hadn't then said:, should guarantee him promotion within a few months. Life looked good.
The big clock at the end of the hall trembled on the verge of nine o'clock.
The tattoo with the spoon hadn't had much effect. Spelter picked up a pewter tankard and brought it down hard.'It's a pity there aren't any of them around any more.' Spelter rapped on the table with his spoon.He was an impressive figure, in his ceremonial robe with the purple-and-vermine[6] hood of the Venerable Council of Seers and the yellow sash of a fifth level wizard; he'd been fifth level for three years, waiting for one of the sixty-four sixth level wizards to create a vacancy by dropping dead. He was in an amiable mood, however. Not only had he just finished a good dinner, he also had in his quarters a small phial of a guaranteed untastable poison which, used correctly
what it should all be about. What we need is real wizardry.'
That last remark would have earned the prize for the day's most erroneous statement if Rincewind hadn't then said:, should guarantee him promotion within a few months. Life looked good.
The big clock at the end of the hall trembled on the verge of nine o'clock.
The tattoo with the spoon hadn't had much effect. Spelter picked up a pewter tankard and brought it down hard.'It's a pity there aren't any of them around any more.' Spelter rapped on the table with his spoon.He was an impressive figure, in his ceremonial robe with the purple-and-vermine[6] hood of the Venerable Council of Seers and the yellow sash of a fifth level wizard; he'd been fifth level for three years, waiting for one of the sixty-four sixth level wizards to create a vacancy by dropping dead. He was in an amiable mood, however. Not only had he just finished a good dinner, he also had in his quarters a small phial of a guaranteed untastable poison which, used correctly
Monday, April 6, 2009
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shape and he made a tentative grab at it. His hand passed right through.
The further you run, the closer you get.
The new Death stepped unhurriedly out of the shadows.
You should know that, it added.
Bill Door straightened up.
We will under the chin and knocked him against the wall, where he slid to the ground.
We ?deed? a Crick. We do not listen. The reaper does not listen to the harvest.
Bill Door tried to get up.
The scythe handle struck him again.
We will not make the same mistakes.
Bill Door looked up. The new Death was holding the enjoy this.ENJOY?The new Death advanced. Bill Door backed away.Yes. The lacking of one Death is the same as achieving the end of a billion lesser lives.LESSER LIVES? THIS IS NOT A GAME!The new Death hesitated. What is a game?Bill Door felt the tiny flicker of hope.I COULD SHOW YOU -The end of the scythe handle caught him
shape and he made a tentative grab at it. His hand passed right through.
The further you run, the closer you get.
The new Death stepped unhurriedly out of the shadows.
You should know that, it added.
Bill Door straightened up.
We will under the chin and knocked him against the wall, where he slid to the ground.
We ?deed? a Crick. We do not listen. The reaper does not listen to the harvest.
Bill Door tried to get up.
The scythe handle struck him again.
We will not make the same mistakes.
Bill Door looked up. The new Death was holding the enjoy this.ENJOY?The new Death advanced. Bill Door backed away.Yes. The lacking of one Death is the same as achieving the end of a billion lesser lives.LESSER LIVES? THIS IS NOT A GAME!The new Death hesitated. What is a game?Bill Door felt the tiny flicker of hope.I COULD SHOW YOU -The end of the scythe handle caught him
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Yellow
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But . . . correct me if I’m wrong, but . . .’
THE NEW DEATH.
Bill Door picked up the blade.
HE WILL BE TERRIBLE.
The blade twisted in his hands. Blue light flickered along its edge.
stared at Mr Door. I don’t reckon anyone in the whole world owes you any favours.’
YOU MAY BE RIGHT.
‘Mind you, life’s got one or two things to answer for too. Fair’s fair.’
I CAN’T SAY.
Miss FIitworth gave him another long, appraising look.
‘There’s a pretty good grindstone in the corner,’ she said.
I’VE USED IT.
‘And there’s an oilstone in the cupboard.’
I’VE USED THAT, TOO.the light as if fascinated.‘Exactly how terrible?’HOW TERRIBLE CAN YOU IMAGINE? ‘Oh.’EXACTLY AS TERRIBLE AS THAT.The blade tilted this way and that.‘And for the child, too,’ said Miss Flitworth.YES.‘I don’t reckon I owe you any favours,
But . . . correct me if I’m wrong, but . . .’
THE NEW DEATH.
Bill Door picked up the blade.
HE WILL BE TERRIBLE.
The blade twisted in his hands. Blue light flickered along its edge.
stared at Mr Door. I don’t reckon anyone in the whole world owes you any favours.’
YOU MAY BE RIGHT.
‘Mind you, life’s got one or two things to answer for too. Fair’s fair.’
I CAN’T SAY.
Miss FIitworth gave him another long, appraising look.
‘There’s a pretty good grindstone in the corner,’ she said.
I’VE USED IT.
‘And there’s an oilstone in the cupboard.’
I’VE USED THAT, TOO.the light as if fascinated.‘Exactly how terrible?’HOW TERRIBLE CAN YOU IMAGINE? ‘Oh.’EXACTLY AS TERRIBLE AS THAT.The blade tilted this way and that.‘And for the child, too,’ said Miss Flitworth.YES.‘I don’t reckon I owe you any favours,
Francisco de Goya Clothed Maja
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rights?’ said Windle. In the corner of his vision he saw Lupine put his hand over his eyes. ‘You’re dead right there, ‘ said Lupine, his face absolutely straight. Mr Shoe glared at him.
‘, Vindle?’ said Doreen, with brittle brightness.
‘Hardly any time at all, ‘ said Windle, relieved at the change of tone.’I must say it’s turning out to be different than I imagined.’
‘You get used to it,’ said Arthur Winkings, alias Count Notfaroutoe,
gloomily.’That’s the thing about being undead. It’s as easy as falling off a
cliff. We’re all undead here’
Lupine coughed.Apathy,’ he repeated.’It’s always the same. You do your best for people, and they just ignore you. Doyou know people can say what they like about you and take away your property, just because you’re dead? And they -‘ ‘I thought that most people, when they died, just . . . you know . . . died, ‘ said Windle.‘It’s just laziness,’ said Mr Shoe.’They just don’t want to make the effort.’ Windle had never seen anyone look so dejected. Reg Shoe seemed to shrink several inches.‘How long have you been undead
rights?’ said Windle. In the corner of his vision he saw Lupine put his hand over his eyes. ‘You’re dead right there, ‘ said Lupine, his face absolutely straight. Mr Shoe glared at him.
‘, Vindle?’ said Doreen, with brittle brightness.
‘Hardly any time at all, ‘ said Windle, relieved at the change of tone.’I must say it’s turning out to be different than I imagined.’
‘You get used to it,’ said Arthur Winkings, alias Count Notfaroutoe,
gloomily.’That’s the thing about being undead. It’s as easy as falling off a
cliff. We’re all undead here’
Lupine coughed.Apathy,’ he repeated.’It’s always the same. You do your best for people, and they just ignore you. Doyou know people can say what they like about you and take away your property, just because you’re dead? And they -‘ ‘I thought that most people, when they died, just . . . you know . . . died, ‘ said Windle.‘It’s just laziness,’ said Mr Shoe.’They just don’t want to make the effort.’ Windle had never seen anyone look so dejected. Reg Shoe seemed to shrink several inches.‘How long have you been undead
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Henri Matisse Luxe I
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His heart sank.
Or, rather, it didn’t.
‘Oh, gods,’ muttered Windle, and leaned against the wall. How did it work, now? He prodded a few, likely-looking nerves. Was it systolic . . . diastolic . . . systolic . . . diastolic . . .? And then there were the lungs, too . . . Like a conjurer keeping eighteen plates spinning at the same time - like a man trying to programme a video recorder from said. Except for the Bursar, of course. He didn’t eat much, but lived on his nerves. He was certain he was anorectic, because every time he looked in a mirror he saw a fat man. It was the Archchancellor, standing behind him and shouting at him.
And it was the Bursar’s unfortunate fate to be sitting opposite the doors when Windle Poons smashed them in because it was easier than fiddling with the handles.
He bit through his wooden spoon.an instruction manual translated from Japanese into Dutch by a Korean rice-husker - like, in fact, a man finding out what total self-control really means, Windle Poons lurched onwards.The wizards of Unseen University set great store by big, solid meals. A man couldn’t be expected to get down to some serious wizarding, they held, without soup, fish, game, several huge plates of meat, a pie or two, something big and wobbly with cream on it, little savoury things on toast, fruit, nuts and a brick-thick mint with the coffee. It gave him a lining to his stomach. It was also important that the meals were served at regular times. It was what gave the day shape, they
His heart sank.
Or, rather, it didn’t.
‘Oh, gods,’ muttered Windle, and leaned against the wall. How did it work, now? He prodded a few, likely-looking nerves. Was it systolic . . . diastolic . . . systolic . . . diastolic . . .? And then there were the lungs, too . . . Like a conjurer keeping eighteen plates spinning at the same time - like a man trying to programme a video recorder from said. Except for the Bursar, of course. He didn’t eat much, but lived on his nerves. He was certain he was anorectic, because every time he looked in a mirror he saw a fat man. It was the Archchancellor, standing behind him and shouting at him.
And it was the Bursar’s unfortunate fate to be sitting opposite the doors when Windle Poons smashed them in because it was easier than fiddling with the handles.
He bit through his wooden spoon.an instruction manual translated from Japanese into Dutch by a Korean rice-husker - like, in fact, a man finding out what total self-control really means, Windle Poons lurched onwards.The wizards of Unseen University set great store by big, solid meals. A man couldn’t be expected to get down to some serious wizarding, they held, without soup, fish, game, several huge plates of meat, a pie or two, something big and wobbly with cream on it, little savoury things on toast, fruit, nuts and a brick-thick mint with the coffee. It gave him a lining to his stomach. It was also important that the meals were served at regular times. It was what gave the day shape, they
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