Thomas Gainsborough River Landscape

Thomas Gainsborough River LandscapeThomas Gainsborough Mary Countess of HoweThomas Gainsborough John Plampin
'No,' said the Seriph, 'doubt about it. I know jewelled melons when I see them. As the white does in the meadows of the water margin are your thighs, which-’
'Erm, excuse me-, sir, sire, we need to get out. I suppose you wouldn't know the way?'
'Thousands of rooms,' said the Seriph,' in here, you know. Not been out in years.' He hiccuped. 'Decades. Ians. Never been out, in fact.' His face glazed over in the act of composition. 'The bird of Time has but, um, a little way to walk and lo! the bird is on its- feet.'
'It's a geas,' muttered Rincewind.’said Nijel, clearing his throat with malice aforethought.Creosote swayed in his direction.'Hmm?' he said.'Where I come from,' said Nijel stonily, 'we don't talk to ladies like that.'Conina sighed as Nijel shuffled protectively in front of her. It was, she reflected, absolutely true.'In fact,' he went on, sticking out his jaw as far as possible, which still made it appear like a dimple, 'I've a jolly good mind-’'Open to debate,' said Rincewind, stepping forward. 'Er