Pino WHITE SANDPino WHISPERING HEARTPino THINKING OF YOU
Yes, all right, but why me?
In your soul you know you are a true wizard. The word 'Wizard' is engraved on your heart.
'Yes, but the trouble is I keep meeting people who might try to find out,' said Rincewind miserably.
'What did you say?' said Conina.
Rincewind 'I especially like the lace,' said Carding.
'It took ages.'
'Why didn't you try magic?' Carding waggled his fingers, and grasped the tall cool glass that appeared in mid-air. Under its paper umbrella and fruit salad it contained some sticky and expensive alcohol.
'Didn't work,' said Spelter. 'Just couldn't seem, um, to get it right. I had tostared at the smudge on the horizon and sighed.'Just talking to myself,' he said. Carding surveyed the hat critically. He walked around the table and stared at it from a new angle. At last he said: 'It's pretty good. Where did you get the octarines?''They're just very good Ankhstones,' said Spelter. 'They fooled you, did they?'It was a magnificent hat. In fact, Spelter had to admit, it looked a lot better than the real thing. The old Archchancellor's hat had looked rather battered, its gold thread tarnished and unravelling. The replica was a considerable improvement. It had style.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Cao Yong Catalina
Cao Yong CatalinaUnknown Artist Lazlo Emmerich KenyaDiego Rivera Night of the Rich
gone to bed,' he said, 'with a hot milk drink.'
'Milk?' said one of the wizards, with tired horror in his voice.
'He's too young for alcohol', explained the bursar.
'Oh, yes. 'I wonder if we really have, um, a problem here,' he said.
Gravie Derment of the Sages of the Unknown Shadow hit the table with his fist.
'Good grief, man!' he snapped. 'Some child wanders in out of the night, beats two of the University's finest, sits down in the Archchancellor's chair and you wonder if we have Silly of me.'The hollow-eyed wizard opposite said: 'Did you see what he did to the door?''I know what he did to Billias!''What did he do?''I don't want to know!''Brothers, brothers,' said Spelter soothingly. He looked down at their worried faces and thought: too many dinners. Too many afternoons waiting for the servants to bring in the tea. Too much time spent in stuffy rooms reading old books written by dead men. Too much gold brocade and ridiculous ceremony. Too much fat. The whole University is ripe for one good push ...Or one good pull ...
gone to bed,' he said, 'with a hot milk drink.'
'Milk?' said one of the wizards, with tired horror in his voice.
'He's too young for alcohol', explained the bursar.
'Oh, yes. 'I wonder if we really have, um, a problem here,' he said.
Gravie Derment of the Sages of the Unknown Shadow hit the table with his fist.
'Good grief, man!' he snapped. 'Some child wanders in out of the night, beats two of the University's finest, sits down in the Archchancellor's chair and you wonder if we have Silly of me.'The hollow-eyed wizard opposite said: 'Did you see what he did to the door?''I know what he did to Billias!''What did he do?''I don't want to know!''Brothers, brothers,' said Spelter soothingly. He looked down at their worried faces and thought: too many dinners. Too many afternoons waiting for the servants to bring in the tea. Too much time spent in stuffy rooms reading old books written by dead men. Too much gold brocade and ridiculous ceremony. Too much fat. The whole University is ripe for one good push ...Or one good pull ...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Joseph Mallord William Turner The fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up
Joseph Mallord William Turner The fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken upJoseph Mallord William Turner The Burning of the Houses of ParliamentJoseph Mallord William Turner Rainbow
Pog-a-grodle-fig!’
Miss Flitworth sat in her kitchen.
Outside, she could hear the despondent clanking as Ned Simnel and his apprentice picked up the tangled remains of the Combination Harvester. A handful of other people were theoretically helping, but were really taking the opportunity to have a good look around. She’d made a tray of tea, and left them to it.
Now she sat with her chin in her hands, staring at nothing. There was a knock at the open door. Spigot poked his red face it’ll be cheap to feed.’
Spigot hung around for a while, twisting his hat in his hands.
‘You all right. Miss Flitworth?’
‘You all right, Mr Poons?’
Windle stared at nothing.
‘Windle?’ said Reg Shoe.
‘Hmm?’into the room.‘Please, Miss Flitworth -‘‘Hmm?’‘Please, Miss Flitworth, there’s a skeleton of a horse walking around in the barn! It’s eating hay!’‘How?’‘And it’s all falling through!’‘Really? We’ll keep it, then. At least
Pog-a-grodle-fig!’
Miss Flitworth sat in her kitchen.
Outside, she could hear the despondent clanking as Ned Simnel and his apprentice picked up the tangled remains of the Combination Harvester. A handful of other people were theoretically helping, but were really taking the opportunity to have a good look around. She’d made a tray of tea, and left them to it.
Now she sat with her chin in her hands, staring at nothing. There was a knock at the open door. Spigot poked his red face it’ll be cheap to feed.’
Spigot hung around for a while, twisting his hat in his hands.
‘You all right. Miss Flitworth?’
‘You all right, Mr Poons?’
Windle stared at nothing.
‘Windle?’ said Reg Shoe.
‘Hmm?’into the room.‘Please, Miss Flitworth -‘‘Hmm?’‘Please, Miss Flitworth, there’s a skeleton of a horse walking around in the barn! It’s eating hay!’‘How?’‘And it’s all falling through!’‘Really? We’ll keep it, then. At least
Monday, April 6, 2009
Andy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964
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comrade. One wheel also trailed uselessly. It canted recklessly from side to side and nearly fell over as it shot through the gates, moving sideways.
‘I can Ridcully took a deep breath.
‘You stupid !’ he screamed.
The word he uttered was unfamiliar to those wizards who had not had his robust country upbringing and knew nothing of the finer points of animal husbandry. But it plopped into existence a few inches from his face; it was fat, round, black and glossy, with horrible eyebrows. It blew him see it clear! I can see it clear!’ screamed the Dean. ‘Don’t! You might hit the Bursar!’ bellowed Ridcully. ‘You might damage University property!’But the Dean couldn’t hear for the roar of unaccustomed testosterone. A searing green fireball struck the skewing trolley. The air was filled with flying wheels.
comrade. One wheel also trailed uselessly. It canted recklessly from side to side and nearly fell over as it shot through the gates, moving sideways.
‘I can Ridcully took a deep breath.
‘You stupid !’ he screamed.
The word he uttered was unfamiliar to those wizards who had not had his robust country upbringing and knew nothing of the finer points of animal husbandry. But it plopped into existence a few inches from his face; it was fat, round, black and glossy, with horrible eyebrows. It blew him see it clear! I can see it clear!’ screamed the Dean. ‘Don’t! You might hit the Bursar!’ bellowed Ridcully. ‘You might damage University property!’But the Dean couldn’t hear for the roar of unaccustomed testosterone. A searing green fireball struck the skewing trolley. The air was filled with flying wheels.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
George Bellows Dempsey and Firpo
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,’ said Windle, unhappily.’It rather looks that way.’ He stepped out into the city, aware of the scraping and thumping of the door behind him.
If someone had told me a month ago, he thought, that a few days after I died I’d be walking along the road followed by a bashful bogeyman hiding behind a door . . . why, I’d have laughed at them. No, I wouldn’t. I’dThe dog nodded.
‘Can you talk?’
The dog shook its head.
‘So what do you do now?’
Lupine shrugged.
‘Want to come with me?’ have said ‘eh?’ and ‘what?’ and ‘speak up!’ and wouldn’t have understood anyway.Beside him, someone barked.A dog was watching him. It was a very large dog. In fact, the only reason it could be called a dog and not a wolf was that everyone knew you didn’t get wolves in cities.It winked. Windle thought: no full moon last night.‘Lupine?’ he ventured.
,’ said Windle, unhappily.’It rather looks that way.’ He stepped out into the city, aware of the scraping and thumping of the door behind him.
If someone had told me a month ago, he thought, that a few days after I died I’d be walking along the road followed by a bashful bogeyman hiding behind a door . . . why, I’d have laughed at them. No, I wouldn’t. I’dThe dog nodded.
‘Can you talk?’
The dog shook its head.
‘So what do you do now?’
Lupine shrugged.
‘Want to come with me?’ have said ‘eh?’ and ‘what?’ and ‘speak up!’ and wouldn’t have understood anyway.Beside him, someone barked.A dog was watching him. It was a very large dog. In fact, the only reason it could be called a dog and not a wolf was that everyone knew you didn’t get wolves in cities.It winked. Windle thought: no full moon last night.‘Lupine?’ he ventured.
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see, he means well,’ said Lupine, after the meeting had broken up. He and Windle were walking back through the grey dawn. The Notfaroutoes had left earlier to be back home before daylight heaped even more troubles on Arthur, and Mr Shoe had gone off, he said, to address a meeting.
‘He goes down to the cemetery behind the Temple of Small Gods and shouts,’ Lupine explained. ‘He calls it
‘He won ‘t say.’
‘You’ve never seen him? I thought bogeymen hid under things and, er, behind things and sort of leapt out at people.’
‘He’s all right on the hiding. I don’t think he likes the leaping out, ‘ said Lupine.
Windle thought about this. An agoraphobic bogey-man seemed to complete the full set.
‘Fancy that, ‘ he said, vaguely.
‘We only go along to the club to keep Reg happy,’ said Lupine.’Doreen said it’d break his heart if we stopped. You know the worst bit?’ ‘Go on, ‘ said Windle.
see, he means well,’ said Lupine, after the meeting had broken up. He and Windle were walking back through the grey dawn. The Notfaroutoes had left earlier to be back home before daylight heaped even more troubles on Arthur, and Mr Shoe had gone off, he said, to address a meeting.
‘He goes down to the cemetery behind the Temple of Small Gods and shouts,’ Lupine explained. ‘He calls it
‘He won ‘t say.’
‘You’ve never seen him? I thought bogeymen hid under things and, er, behind things and sort of leapt out at people.’
‘He’s all right on the hiding. I don’t think he likes the leaping out, ‘ said Lupine.
Windle thought about this. An agoraphobic bogey-man seemed to complete the full set.
‘Fancy that, ‘ he said, vaguely.
‘We only go along to the club to keep Reg happy,’ said Lupine.’Doreen said it’d break his heart if we stopped. You know the worst bit?’ ‘Go on, ‘ said Windle.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Claude Monet Cliffs Near Dieppe
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usual an approved delights. He wasn’t even certain what they were. Some sketches outside one pink-lit, inviting doorway left him even more mystified but incredible anxious to learn.
He turned around and around in pleased astonishment. This place! Only ten minutes walk or fifteen minutes * lurch from the University! And he’d never known it was there! All these people! All this noise. All this life!
Several the sound of someone hurrying away down an alley.
Windle’s face fell.
Life, obviously, was only for the living. Perhaps this back-to-your-body business had been a mistake after all. He’d been a fool to think otherwise. He turned and, hardly bothering to keep his own heart beating, went back to the University.
Windle trudged across the quad to the Great Hallpeople of various shapes and species jostle him. One or two started to say something, shut their mouths quickly, and hurried off. They were thinking . . . his eyes! Like gimlets!And then a voice from the shadows said: ‘Hallo, bigboy. You want a nice time?’ l i.e., everywhere outside the Shades.‘Oh, yes!’ said Windle Poons, lost in wonder.’Oh, yes! Yes!’He turned around.‘Bloody hell!’ There was
usual an approved delights. He wasn’t even certain what they were. Some sketches outside one pink-lit, inviting doorway left him even more mystified but incredible anxious to learn.
He turned around and around in pleased astonishment. This place! Only ten minutes walk or fifteen minutes * lurch from the University! And he’d never known it was there! All these people! All this noise. All this life!
Several the sound of someone hurrying away down an alley.
Windle’s face fell.
Life, obviously, was only for the living. Perhaps this back-to-your-body business had been a mistake after all. He’d been a fool to think otherwise. He turned and, hardly bothering to keep his own heart beating, went back to the University.
Windle trudged across the quad to the Great Hallpeople of various shapes and species jostle him. One or two started to say something, shut their mouths quickly, and hurried off. They were thinking . . . his eyes! Like gimlets!And then a voice from the shadows said: ‘Hallo, bigboy. You want a nice time?’ l i.e., everywhere outside the Shades.‘Oh, yes!’ said Windle Poons, lost in wonder.’Oh, yes! Yes!’He turned around.‘Bloody hell!’ There was
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