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' He picked up the hatbox.
Carding , very unpleasantly, back into his old familiar shape and age. There was something elastic about the way you were. The harder you threw it, the faster it came back. The worse it was when it hit, too. Spiked iron balls, broadswords and large heavy sticks with nails in were generally considered pretty fearsome weapons, but they were nothing at all compared to twenty years suddenly applied with considerable force to the back of the head.
This was because sourcery didn't seem to work on things that were instrinsically magicalcoughed into his drink. 'Don't put it away just yet,' he said, and took it out of the bursar's hands. 'I've always wanted to try this-’He turned to the big mirror on the bursar's wall and reverently lowered the hat on his rather grubby locks.It was the ending of the first day of the sourcery, and the wizards had managed to change everything except themselves.They had all tried, on the quiet and when they thought no-one else was looking. Even Spelter had a go, in the privacy of his study. He had managed to become twenty years younger with a torso you could crack rocks on, but as soon as he stopped concentrating he sagged
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
William Bouguereau Cupid and Psyche as Children
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Thomas Kinkade Pinocchio Wishes Upon a Star
raised his hands, stared at Billias, and vanished him.
Pandemonium broke out, as it tends to on these occasions. In the centre of it stood Coin, totally composed, in a spreading to face his fellow mages.
There were six of them, and they were very worried.
They were so worried, Spelter noted, that they were listening to him, a mere fifth level wizard.
'He's gone to bed,' he said, 'with a hot milk drink.'
'Milk?' said one of the wizards, with tired horror in his voice.cloud of greasy smoke.Ignoring the tumult, Spelter bent down slowly and, with extreme care, picked a peacock feather off the floor. He rubbed it thoughtfully back and forth across his lips as he looked from the doorway to the boy to the vacant Archchancellor's chair, and his thin mouth narrowed, and he began to smile. An hour later, as thunder began to roll in the clear skies above the city, and Rincewind was beginning to sing gently and forget all about cockroaches, and a lone mattress was wandering the streets, Spelter shut the door of the Archchancellor's study and turned
Thomas Kinkade Pinocchio Wishes Upon a Star
raised his hands, stared at Billias, and vanished him.
Pandemonium broke out, as it tends to on these occasions. In the centre of it stood Coin, totally composed, in a spreading to face his fellow mages.
There were six of them, and they were very worried.
They were so worried, Spelter noted, that they were listening to him, a mere fifth level wizard.
'He's gone to bed,' he said, 'with a hot milk drink.'
'Milk?' said one of the wizards, with tired horror in his voice.cloud of greasy smoke.Ignoring the tumult, Spelter bent down slowly and, with extreme care, picked a peacock feather off the floor. He rubbed it thoughtfully back and forth across his lips as he looked from the doorway to the boy to the vacant Archchancellor's chair, and his thin mouth narrowed, and he began to smile. An hour later, as thunder began to roll in the clear skies above the city, and Rincewind was beginning to sing gently and forget all about cockroaches, and a lone mattress was wandering the streets, Spelter shut the door of the Archchancellor's study and turned
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Joseph Mallord William Turner Whitby
Joseph Mallord William Turner WhitbyJoseph Mallord William Turner Caernarvon CastleJoseph Mallord William Turner The Slave Ship
and landed lightly on the crowd.
‘It’s never too late to have a good life.
And when no-one was looking, the last surviving trolley on the Discworld
rattled off sadly into the oblivion of the night, lost and alone. *
l It is generally thought, on those worlds where the mall lifeform has seeded, that people take the wire baskets away and leave them in strange and isolated places, so that squads of young men have to be employed to gather them together and wheel them back. This is exactly the opposite of the truth. In reality the men are hunters. stalking their rattling prey across the landscape, trapping them, breaking their spirit, taming them and herding them to a life of slavery. Possibly.not seeding, is it?’ said Reg Shoe.Windle grabbed one of the flakes. It was a crude rectangle, uneven and blotchy. It was just about possible, with a certain amount of imagination, to make out the words:C)OS ~I’~ ~o~~o Sae.v~3VQr~~hnia t7u~, O9 ,lc/ J o ‘No, ‘ said Windle. ‘Probably not.’He lay back and smiled. It was
and landed lightly on the crowd.
‘It’s never too late to have a good life.
And when no-one was looking, the last surviving trolley on the Discworld
rattled off sadly into the oblivion of the night, lost and alone. *
l It is generally thought, on those worlds where the mall lifeform has seeded, that people take the wire baskets away and leave them in strange and isolated places, so that squads of young men have to be employed to gather them together and wheel them back. This is exactly the opposite of the truth. In reality the men are hunters. stalking their rattling prey across the landscape, trapping them, breaking their spirit, taming them and herding them to a life of slavery. Possibly.not seeding, is it?’ said Reg Shoe.Windle grabbed one of the flakes. It was a crude rectangle, uneven and blotchy. It was just about possible, with a certain amount of imagination, to make out the words:C)OS ~I’~ ~o~~o Sae.v~3VQr~~hnia t7u~, O9 ,lc/ J o ‘No, ‘ said Windle. ‘Probably not.’He lay back and smiled. It was
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sung Kim Overlook Cafe II
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wizards watched open-mouthed. A stream of people were galloping after the trolleys. Slightly in the lead, elbows scything through the air, a desperate and determined woman pounded past the University gates. The mouth of an alleyway, saw them, turned smartly and shot off across the square. ‘But why?’ said Ridcully.
‘They’re so handy to put things in, right?’ said the man.’I got to get them peaches. You know how they bruise.’
‘And they’re all going in the same direction,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.’Anyone else notice that?’
‘After them!’ screamed the Dean. The other wizards, too bewildered to argueArchchancellor grabbed a heavy-set man who was lumbering along gamely at the back of the crowd.‘What happened?’‘I was just loading some peaches into that basket thing when it upped and ran away on me!’‘What about the child?’‘Search me. This woman had one of the baskets and she bought some peaches off of me an’ then -‘ They all turned. A basket rattled out of the
wizards watched open-mouthed. A stream of people were galloping after the trolleys. Slightly in the lead, elbows scything through the air, a desperate and determined woman pounded past the University gates. The mouth of an alleyway, saw them, turned smartly and shot off across the square. ‘But why?’ said Ridcully.
‘They’re so handy to put things in, right?’ said the man.’I got to get them peaches. You know how they bruise.’
‘And they’re all going in the same direction,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.’Anyone else notice that?’
‘After them!’ screamed the Dean. The other wizards, too bewildered to argueArchchancellor grabbed a heavy-set man who was lumbering along gamely at the back of the crowd.‘What happened?’‘I was just loading some peaches into that basket thing when it upped and ran away on me!’‘What about the child?’‘Search me. This woman had one of the baskets and she bought some peaches off of me an’ then -‘ They all turned. A basket rattled out of the
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Andy Warhol Camouflage green yellow white
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bowman in the entire history of toxophily; it had never occurred to anyone that putting arrows through the hats of bystanders behind him must logically take a lot more skill than merely sending them through a quite large target a mere fifty yards away.
It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things. provided you were bad enough to be funny.
So he was allowed to sit on a bench outside the inn, with the old men. Next door, ?s~uks? poured from the chimney of the village smithy and spiralled up into the dusk. There was a ferocious hammering from behind its closed doors. They’re not supposed to walk around afterwards.’
HA. HA. HA. WILL YOU HARK AT THE CHILD.
‘Why are you walking around, then?’
Bill Door looked at the old men. They appeared engrossed in the sport.Bill Door wondered why the smithy was always shut. Most smiths worked with their doors open, so that their forge became an unofficial village meeting room. This one was keen on his work - ‘Hallo, skelington.’He swivelled round.The small child of the house was watching him with the most penetrating gaze he had ever seen.‘You are a skelington, aren’t you,’ she said. ‘l can tell, because of the bones.’YOU ARE MISTAKEN, SMALL CHILD.‘You are. People turn into skelingtons when they’re dead.
I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, he said desperately, IF YOU WILL
bowman in the entire history of toxophily; it had never occurred to anyone that putting arrows through the hats of bystanders behind him must logically take a lot more skill than merely sending them through a quite large target a mere fifty yards away.
It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things. provided you were bad enough to be funny.
So he was allowed to sit on a bench outside the inn, with the old men. Next door, ?s~uks? poured from the chimney of the village smithy and spiralled up into the dusk. There was a ferocious hammering from behind its closed doors. They’re not supposed to walk around afterwards.’
HA. HA. HA. WILL YOU HARK AT THE CHILD.
‘Why are you walking around, then?’
Bill Door looked at the old men. They appeared engrossed in the sport.Bill Door wondered why the smithy was always shut. Most smiths worked with their doors open, so that their forge became an unofficial village meeting room. This one was keen on his work - ‘Hallo, skelington.’He swivelled round.The small child of the house was watching him with the most penetrating gaze he had ever seen.‘You are a skelington, aren’t you,’ she said. ‘l can tell, because of the bones.’YOU ARE MISTAKEN, SMALL CHILD.‘You are. People turn into skelingtons when they’re dead.
I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, he said desperately, IF YOU WILL
Salvador Dali Bacchanale
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That’s right.’
‘The bogeyman?’
‘That’s right?’
‘Behind my door?’
‘That’s right.’
‘Why?’
‘ to find, Mr Poons.’
Windle sighed.’All right. The underside of the bed’s yours. Make yourself at home, or whatever.’
‘I’d prefer going back to lurking behind the door, Mr Poons, if it’s all the same to you.’
‘Oh, all right.’
‘Do you mind shutting your eyes a moment?’It’s a friendly door.’Windle walked over to the door and gingerly shut it. There was nothing behind it but old plaster, although he did fancy that he felt an air movement.‘I’m under the bed now, Mr Poons,’ said Schleppel’s voice from, yes, under the bed. ‘You don’t mind, do you?’‘Well, no. I suppose not. But shouldn’t you be in a closet somewhere? That’s where bogeymen used to hide when I was a lad.’‘A good closet is hard
That’s right.’
‘The bogeyman?’
‘That’s right?’
‘Behind my door?’
‘That’s right.’
‘Why?’
‘ to find, Mr Poons.’
Windle sighed.’All right. The underside of the bed’s yours. Make yourself at home, or whatever.’
‘I’d prefer going back to lurking behind the door, Mr Poons, if it’s all the same to you.’
‘Oh, all right.’
‘Do you mind shutting your eyes a moment?’It’s a friendly door.’Windle walked over to the door and gingerly shut it. There was nothing behind it but old plaster, although he did fancy that he felt an air movement.‘I’m under the bed now, Mr Poons,’ said Schleppel’s voice from, yes, under the bed. ‘You don’t mind, do you?’‘Well, no. I suppose not. But shouldn’t you be in a closet somewhere? That’s where bogeymen used to hide when I was a lad.’‘A good closet is hard
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Jules Joseph Lefebvre Mary Magdalene In The Cave
Jules Joseph Lefebvre Mary Magdalene In The CaveClaude Monet Haystack At GivernyClaude Monet Monet Water Lillies IDaniel Ridgway Knight On the Way to MarketDaniel Ridgway Knight Shepherdess and her Flock
threatening to push the Dean’s face through the back of the Dean’s head.
‘It’s peaches, right?’ he kept bellowing.’You know what happens to peaches what lies around too long?
They get bruised. Lots of things round here are going to get bruised.’ ‘I am a wizard, you know, ‘ said the Dean, his , ‘ he said, ‘I told you to sort things out!’ ‘Yes, I was just asking this gentleman to back up and go another way,’ said the Dean, who was afraid he was beginning to choke.
The fruiterer turned him around 90 that he could see along the crowded
streets.’Ever tried to back up sixty carts all at once?’ he demanded.’It’s not
easy. Especially when everyone can’t move because you guys have got it
so’s the carts are backed up all roundpointy shoes dangling.’If it wasn’t for the fact that it would be against the rules for me to use magic in anything except a purely defensive manner, you would definitely be in a lot of trouble.’‘What you doing, anyway?’ said the driver, lowering the Dean so he could look suspiciously over his shoulder.‘Yeah,’ said a man trying to control the team pulling a lumber wagon, ‘what’s going on? There’s people here being paid by the hour, you know!’ ‘Move along at the front there!’The lumber driver turned in his seat and addressed the queue of carts behind him.’I’m trying to, ‘ he said.‘It’s not my fault, is it? There’s a load of wizards digging up the godsdamn street!’The Archchancellor’s muddy face peered over the edge of the hole.‘Oh, for heaven’s sake, Dean
threatening to push the Dean’s face through the back of the Dean’s head.
‘It’s peaches, right?’ he kept bellowing.’You know what happens to peaches what lies around too long?
They get bruised. Lots of things round here are going to get bruised.’ ‘I am a wizard, you know, ‘ said the Dean, his , ‘ he said, ‘I told you to sort things out!’ ‘Yes, I was just asking this gentleman to back up and go another way,’ said the Dean, who was afraid he was beginning to choke.
The fruiterer turned him around 90 that he could see along the crowded
streets.’Ever tried to back up sixty carts all at once?’ he demanded.’It’s not
easy. Especially when everyone can’t move because you guys have got it
so’s the carts are backed up all roundpointy shoes dangling.’If it wasn’t for the fact that it would be against the rules for me to use magic in anything except a purely defensive manner, you would definitely be in a lot of trouble.’‘What you doing, anyway?’ said the driver, lowering the Dean so he could look suspiciously over his shoulder.‘Yeah,’ said a man trying to control the team pulling a lumber wagon, ‘what’s going on? There’s people here being paid by the hour, you know!’ ‘Move along at the front there!’The lumber driver turned in his seat and addressed the queue of carts behind him.’I’m trying to, ‘ he said.‘It’s not my fault, is it? There’s a load of wizards digging up the godsdamn street!’The Archchancellor’s muddy face peered over the edge of the hole.‘Oh, for heaven’s sake, Dean
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