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a troll! So I can be prejudiced against trolls, all right? He's one mean mutherlode! Dey say when dey found the De Bris gang none of 'em had any teef–'
'What is the Cavern?' said Buddy.
'Troll Dibbler, reasonably.
'Yes, but only in fun. It's not as if they were aiming.'
'Anyway,' said Cliff, 'only trolls and damn silly young humans go there who think it clever to drink in a troll bar. You won't get an audience.'
Dibbler tapped the side of his nose.
'You play,' he said. 'You'll get an audience. That's my job.'
'The doors aren't big enough for me to go in!' snapped Glod.place,' said Cliff. 'Dey say–’'It'll be great! Why worry?' said Dibbler.'It's a gambling joint, too!'[21]'But the Guild won't go in there,' said Dibbler. 'Not if they know what's good for them.''And I know what's good for me, too!' shouted Glod. 'I'm good at knowing that! It's good for me not to go into a troll dive!''They threw axes at you in the Drum,' said
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Jack Vettriano The Same Old Game II
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spoon caught a glancing blow, pinwheeled through the air and hit the Bursar on the ear.
'What the hells does he think he's doing?'
'That really to think of somethin' silly to say about pepper. I'd just like to know what's the difference between this faculty and a bunch of pea‑brained idiots.'
'Hahaha,' said the Bursar nervously, still rubbing his ear.
'It wasn't a rhetorical question.' Ridcully snatched the knives out of the Lecturer's hands. The man went on beating the air for a moment, and then appeared to wake up.hurt!'The wizards clustered around the Lecturer in Recent Runes. He paid them no attention whatsoever. Sweat poured down his beard.'He just broke the cruet,' said Ridcully.'It's going to smart for hours.''Ah, yes, he's as hot as mustard,' said the Dean.'I'd take that with a pinch of salt,' said the Senior Wrangler.Ridcully straightened up. He raised a hand.'Now, someone's about to say something like "I hope the Watch don't ketchup with him", aren't you?' he said. 'Or "That's a bit of a sauce", or I bet you're all trying
spoon caught a glancing blow, pinwheeled through the air and hit the Bursar on the ear.
'What the hells does he think he's doing?'
'That really to think of somethin' silly to say about pepper. I'd just like to know what's the difference between this faculty and a bunch of pea‑brained idiots.'
'Hahaha,' said the Bursar nervously, still rubbing his ear.
'It wasn't a rhetorical question.' Ridcully snatched the knives out of the Lecturer's hands. The man went on beating the air for a moment, and then appeared to wake up.hurt!'The wizards clustered around the Lecturer in Recent Runes. He paid them no attention whatsoever. Sweat poured down his beard.'He just broke the cruet,' said Ridcully.'It's going to smart for hours.''Ah, yes, he's as hot as mustard,' said the Dean.'I'd take that with a pinch of salt,' said the Senior Wrangler.Ridcully straightened up. He raised a hand.'Now, someone's about to say something like "I hope the Watch don't ketchup with him", aren't you?' he said. 'Or "That's a bit of a sauce", or I bet you're all trying
Monday, May 11, 2009
Thomas Kinkade venice
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'He said I wasn't to tell you. I was just supposed to warn you about the horse. I got carried away. Turned up, has it?'
'Yes!'
'Ride it.'
'I did. It can't be real! Real horses know where the ground is.'
'Miss, there's no horse realer than that one.'
'I know his name! I've ridden him before!'
The raven 'I saw someone outside who said she was the Tooth Fairy,' she said.
'Nah, couldn't've been the Tooth Fairy,' said the raven. 'There's at least three of them.'
'There's no such person. I mean . . . I didn't know, I thought that's just a . . . story. Like the Sandman or the Hogfather
'Ah,' said the raven. 'Changing our tone, yes? Not sighed, or at least made a sort of whistling noise which is as close to a sigh as a beak can get.'Ride the horse. He's decided you're the one.''Where to?''That's for me not to know and you to find out.''Just supposing I was stupid enough to do it . . . can you kind of hint about what will happen?''Well . . . you've read books, I can see. Have you ever read any about children who go to a magical faraway kingdom and have adventures with goblins and so on?''Yes, of course,' said Susan, grimly.'It'd probably be best if you thought along those lines,' said the raven.Susan picked up a bundle of herbs and played with them.
'He said I wasn't to tell you. I was just supposed to warn you about the horse. I got carried away. Turned up, has it?'
'Yes!'
'Ride it.'
'I did. It can't be real! Real horses know where the ground is.'
'Miss, there's no horse realer than that one.'
'I know his name! I've ridden him before!'
The raven 'I saw someone outside who said she was the Tooth Fairy,' she said.
'Nah, couldn't've been the Tooth Fairy,' said the raven. 'There's at least three of them.'
'There's no such person. I mean . . . I didn't know, I thought that's just a . . . story. Like the Sandman or the Hogfather
'Ah,' said the raven. 'Changing our tone, yes? Not sighed, or at least made a sort of whistling noise which is as close to a sigh as a beak can get.'Ride the horse. He's decided you're the one.''Where to?''That's for me not to know and you to find out.''Just supposing I was stupid enough to do it . . . can you kind of hint about what will happen?''Well . . . you've read books, I can see. Have you ever read any about children who go to a magical faraway kingdom and have adventures with goblins and so on?''Yes, of course,' said Susan, grimly.'It'd probably be best if you thought along those lines,' said the raven.Susan picked up a bundle of herbs and played with them.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Henri Rousseau The Snake Charmer
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'When a man says "What's it all about then, seriously, when you get right down to it?" he's in a bad way,' he said, rolling a 'He always gets it wrong,' said Albert. 'That's the trouble. Like when he heard about Hogswatchnight? Remember that? We had to do the whole thing, the oak tree in a pot, the paper sausages, the pork dinner, him sitting there with a paper hat on saying IS THIS JOLLY? I made him a little desk ornament thing and he gave me a brick.'
Albert put the cigarette to his lips. It had been expertly rolled. Only an expert could get a rollup so thin and yet so soggy.
'It was a good brick, mind. I've still got it somewhere.'cigarette. 'So I don't know what it means when he says it. It's one of his fancies again.'The room's only other occupant nodded. His mouth was full.'All that business with his daughter,' said Albert. 'I mean . . . daughter? And then he heard about apprentices. Nothing would do but he had to go and get one! Hah! Nothing but trouble, that was. And you, too, come to think of it . . . you're one of his fancies. No offence meant,' he added, aware of who he was talking to. 'You worked out all right. You do a good job.'Another nod.
'When a man says "What's it all about then, seriously, when you get right down to it?" he's in a bad way,' he said, rolling a 'He always gets it wrong,' said Albert. 'That's the trouble. Like when he heard about Hogswatchnight? Remember that? We had to do the whole thing, the oak tree in a pot, the paper sausages, the pork dinner, him sitting there with a paper hat on saying IS THIS JOLLY? I made him a little desk ornament thing and he gave me a brick.'
Albert put the cigarette to his lips. It had been expertly rolled. Only an expert could get a rollup so thin and yet so soggy.
'It was a good brick, mind. I've still got it somewhere.'cigarette. 'So I don't know what it means when he says it. It's one of his fancies again.'The room's only other occupant nodded. His mouth was full.'All that business with his daughter,' said Albert. 'I mean . . . daughter? And then he heard about apprentices. Nothing would do but he had to go and get one! Hah! Nothing but trouble, that was. And you, too, come to think of it . . . you're one of his fancies. No offence meant,' he added, aware of who he was talking to. 'You worked out all right. You do a good job.'Another nod.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Port of Valencia
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dogs. You naughty boy. Give him a smack. You bad dog,' muttered Gaspode, like some horrible litany. 'Every dog you see here, right, every dog . . . run away Run away from his or her actual owner.'
'Is that all?'
'All? All ? Well. Of dogs. They were all unkempt. They were also, in a strange way, un-doglike. There was a small and rather dainty white poodle that still just about had the overgrown remains of its poodle cut, and a lapdog with the tattered remains of a tartan jacket still hanging from its shoulder. But they weren't milling around, or squabbling. They had a uniform intent look that she'd seen before, although never on dogs.course. You ain't exactly a dog. You wouldn't understand. You wouldn't know what it was like. But Big Fido . . . he told 'em. Throw off your choke chains, he said. Bite the hand that feeds you. Rise up and howl. He gave 'em pride,' said Gaspode, his voice a mixture of fear and fascination, 'He told 'em. Any dog he finds not bein' a free spirit – that dog is a dead dog. He killed a Dobermann last week, just for wagging his tail when a human went past.'Angua looked at some of the other
dogs. You naughty boy. Give him a smack. You bad dog,' muttered Gaspode, like some horrible litany. 'Every dog you see here, right, every dog . . . run away Run away from his or her actual owner.'
'Is that all?'
'All? All ? Well. Of dogs. They were all unkempt. They were also, in a strange way, un-doglike. There was a small and rather dainty white poodle that still just about had the overgrown remains of its poodle cut, and a lapdog with the tattered remains of a tartan jacket still hanging from its shoulder. But they weren't milling around, or squabbling. They had a uniform intent look that she'd seen before, although never on dogs.course. You ain't exactly a dog. You wouldn't understand. You wouldn't know what it was like. But Big Fido . . . he told 'em. Throw off your choke chains, he said. Bite the hand that feeds you. Rise up and howl. He gave 'em pride,' said Gaspode, his voice a mixture of fear and fascination, 'He told 'em. Any dog he finds not bein' a free spirit – that dog is a dead dog. He killed a Dobermann last week, just for wagging his tail when a human went past.'Angua looked at some of the other
Jean Fragonard The Fountain of Love
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you trying to do? Cross your claws? I didn't know dogs could do that.'
'We can't,' said Gaspode miserably.
Other dogs slunk out of '
'Do not twy to wun away,' said Butch, ' 'cos having your intestines chewed often offends.'
Angua lowered her head to Gaspode level. The little dog was shaking.
'What have you got me into?' she growled. 'This is the dog Guild, right? A pack of strays?'
'Shsssh! Don't say that! These aren't strays. Oh, blimey.' Gaspode glanced around. 'You don't just get any hound in the Guild. Oh, dear me, no. These are dogs that have been . . .' he lowered his voice, '. . . er . . . bad dogs.'
'Bad dogs?'
you trying to do? Cross your claws? I didn't know dogs could do that.'
'We can't,' said Gaspode miserably.
Other dogs slunk out of '
'Do not twy to wun away,' said Butch, ' 'cos having your intestines chewed often offends.'
Angua lowered her head to Gaspode level. The little dog was shaking.
'What have you got me into?' she growled. 'This is the dog Guild, right? A pack of strays?'
'Shsssh! Don't say that! These aren't strays. Oh, blimey.' Gaspode glanced around. 'You don't just get any hound in the Guild. Oh, dear me, no. These are dogs that have been . . .' he lowered his voice, '. . . er . . . bad dogs.'
'Bad dogs?'
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Leroy Neiman Marlin Fishing
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me think now,' said Vimes. 'It could be something to do with a wrongful arrest. It could be something to do with some of the more restless dwarfs just needing any excuse to have a go at the trolls. What do you think, Quirke?'
'I don't think, over the stone floor of the hall had wiped away traces of the footprints.
A very large tunnel, almost blocked with debris and silt, led off in what Cuddy was pretty sure was the direction of the estuary.
It was almost pleasant. There was no smell, other than a damp, under-a-stone mustiness. And it was cooVimes.''Good man. You're just the type the city needs.'Vimes stood up.'I'll be going, then,' he said. 'I'll see you all tomorrow. If there is one.'The door slammed behind him. This hall was huge. It was the size of a city square, with pillars every few yards to support the roof. Tunnels radiated off it in every direction, and at various heights in the walls. Water trickled out of many of them, from small springs and underground streams.That was the problem. The film of running water l.
me think now,' said Vimes. 'It could be something to do with a wrongful arrest. It could be something to do with some of the more restless dwarfs just needing any excuse to have a go at the trolls. What do you think, Quirke?'
'I don't think, over the stone floor of the hall had wiped away traces of the footprints.
A very large tunnel, almost blocked with debris and silt, led off in what Cuddy was pretty sure was the direction of the estuary.
It was almost pleasant. There was no smell, other than a damp, under-a-stone mustiness. And it was cooVimes.''Good man. You're just the type the city needs.'Vimes stood up.'I'll be going, then,' he said. 'I'll see you all tomorrow. If there is one.'The door slammed behind him. This hall was huge. It was the size of a city square, with pillars every few yards to support the roof. Tunnels radiated off it in every direction, and at various heights in the walls. Water trickled out of many of them, from small springs and underground streams.That was the problem. The film of running water l.
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