Jack Vettriano Betrayal First Kiss 2001Jack Vettriano Beautiful Losers IIJack Vettriano Beautiful Dreamer 2001
dwarfed,' said Glod.
Asphalt ambled to the front of the stage.
'One two, one two,' he said. 'One. One. One two, one tw‑–’
'Three,' said Buddy helpfully.
Asphalt stopped and looked embarrassed.
'Just trying the, you "S a good one of Buddy,' said Asphalt. 'Waving his guitar like that.'
'Why's there all that lightning and stuff?' said Buddy.
'I never look that mean even when I'm mean,' said Glod.
"'The New Sounde Dat's Goin' Arounde",' Cliff read, his forehead wrinkling with the effort.
"'The Bande With Rockes",' said Glod.
'Oh, no. It says we're going to be here and everything,' moaned Glod. 'We're dead.'
'"Bee There Orr Bee A Rectangular Thyng",' said Cliff. 'I don't understand that.'know, just trying the . . . trying out the . . .' he muttered. 'Just trying . . . it.''We'll never fill this,' said Buddy.Glod poked in a box by the side of the stage.He said, 'We might. Look at these.'He unrolled a poster. The others clustered around.'Days a picture of us,' said Cliff. 'Someone painted a picture of us.''Looking mean,' said Glod.
2009年5月14日星期四
2009年5月12日星期二
Jack Vettriano The Twilight Zone
Jack Vettriano The Twilight ZoneJack Vettriano The TrapJack Vettriano The Tourist Trap
Oh, YES.
. . . It spoke to him in the language of the Beat . . .
The Archchancellor made himself comfortable at his snooker table.
He'd long ago got rid of the official desk. A snooker table was much to be preferred. Things didn't fall off the edge, there were a number of handy as the title: Along the Ankh with Bow, Rod and Staff with a Knob on the End.
'Not many people realize,' he wrote, 'that the river Ankh has a large and varied pifcine
He flung down the pen and stormed along the corridor into the Dean's office.
'What the hell's that?' he shouted.
The Dean jumped.pockets to keep sweets and things in, and when he was bored he could shovel the paperwork off and set up trick shots He never bothered to shovel the paperwork back on afterwards. In his experience, anything really important never got written down, because by then people were too busy shouting.He picked up his pen and started to write.He was composing his memoirs. He'd got as far
Oh, YES.
. . . It spoke to him in the language of the Beat . . .
The Archchancellor made himself comfortable at his snooker table.
He'd long ago got rid of the official desk. A snooker table was much to be preferred. Things didn't fall off the edge, there were a number of handy as the title: Along the Ankh with Bow, Rod and Staff with a Knob on the End.
'Not many people realize,' he wrote, 'that the river Ankh has a large and varied pifcine
He flung down the pen and stormed along the corridor into the Dean's office.
'What the hell's that?' he shouted.
The Dean jumped.pockets to keep sweets and things in, and when he was bored he could shovel the paperwork off and set up trick shots He never bothered to shovel the paperwork back on afterwards. In his experience, anything really important never got written down, because by then people were too busy shouting.He picked up his pen and started to write.He was composing his memoirs. He'd got as far
2009年5月11日星期一
Caravaggio Amor Vincit Omnia
Caravaggio Amor Vincit OmniaPierre-Auguste Cot Le PrintempsGeorge Frederick Watts CharityFrancisco de Goya Nude Maja
There was a squat little house, with a garden around it. There were fields, and distant mountains. Susan stared at it as Binky slowed.
There was no , and usually to harm or control other people. The Tooth Fairies must have half the children in the world under their control. And this didn't look like the house of that sort of person.
The Hogfather apparently lived in some kind of horrible slaughterhouse in the mountains, festooned with sausages and black puddings and painted a terrible blood‑red.
Which suggested style. A nasty style, but at least style of a sort. This place didn't have style of any sort.depth. As the horse swung around for a landing, the landscape was revealed as a mere surface, a thin‑shaped film of . . . existence . . . imposed on nothingness.She expected it to tear when the horse landed, but there was only a faint crunch and a scatter of gravel.Binky trotted around the house and into the stableyard, where he stood and waited.Susan got off, gingerly. The ground felt solid enough under her feet. She reached down and scratched at the gravel; there was more gravel underneath.She'd heard that the Tooth Fairy collected teeth. Think about it logically . . . the only other people who collected any bits of bodies did so for very suspicious purposes
There was a squat little house, with a garden around it. There were fields, and distant mountains. Susan stared at it as Binky slowed.
There was no , and usually to harm or control other people. The Tooth Fairies must have half the children in the world under their control. And this didn't look like the house of that sort of person.
The Hogfather apparently lived in some kind of horrible slaughterhouse in the mountains, festooned with sausages and black puddings and painted a terrible blood‑red.
Which suggested style. A nasty style, but at least style of a sort. This place didn't have style of any sort.depth. As the horse swung around for a landing, the landscape was revealed as a mere surface, a thin‑shaped film of . . . existence . . . imposed on nothingness.She expected it to tear when the horse landed, but there was only a faint crunch and a scatter of gravel.Binky trotted around the house and into the stableyard, where he stood and waited.Susan got off, gingerly. The ground felt solid enough under her feet. She reached down and scratched at the gravel; there was more gravel underneath.She'd heard that the Tooth Fairy collected teeth. Think about it logically . . . the only other people who collected any bits of bodies did so for very suspicious purposes
2009年5月8日星期五
John Constable Salisbury Cathedral
John Constable Salisbury CathedralJohn Constable Salisbury Cathedral from the MeadowsJohn Constable Hadleigh Castle
steadied herself.
'You're still sitting there, are you?'
'Of course, Miss ButtsIf Miss Butts concentrated, Susan was sitting in front of her. If she made an effort, she could hear the gel's voice. She just had to fight against a pressing tendency to believe that she was alone.
'I'm afraid Miss Cumber and Miss Greggs have complained,' she managed.
'I'm always in class, Miss Butts.'
'I dare say you are. Miss Traitor and Miss Stamp say they see you all the time.' There'd been quite a staffroom argument about that.
'Is it because you like Logic and Maths and don't like Language and History?'.'Ridiculous.It wasn't invisibility, she told herself. She just makes herself inconspicuous. She . . . who . . .She concentrated. She'd written a little memo to herself against this very eventuality, and it was pinned to the file.She read:You are interviewing Susan Sto Helit. Try not to forget it.'Susan?' she ventured.'Yes, Miss Butts?'
steadied herself.
'You're still sitting there, are you?'
'Of course, Miss ButtsIf Miss Butts concentrated, Susan was sitting in front of her. If she made an effort, she could hear the gel's voice. She just had to fight against a pressing tendency to believe that she was alone.
'I'm afraid Miss Cumber and Miss Greggs have complained,' she managed.
'I'm always in class, Miss Butts.'
'I dare say you are. Miss Traitor and Miss Stamp say they see you all the time.' There'd been quite a staffroom argument about that.
'Is it because you like Logic and Maths and don't like Language and History?'.'Ridiculous.It wasn't invisibility, she told herself. She just makes herself inconspicuous. She . . . who . . .She concentrated. She'd written a little memo to herself against this very eventuality, and it was pinned to the file.She read:You are interviewing Susan Sto Helit. Try not to forget it.'Susan?' she ventured.'Yes, Miss Butts?'
2009年5月6日星期三
William Bouguereau Dawn
William Bouguereau DawnWilliam Bouguereau Dante and Virgil in HellBill Brauer Scarlet Dancer
in careful pencil line, with many crossings-out and smudges, a map of the city.
In front of . When you were a Watchman, you were a Watchman all the time, which was a bit of a bargain for the city since it only paid you to be a Watchman for ten hours of every day.
'All right,' she said. 'I can use a sheet off the bed. You shut your eyes.'
'Why?' said Gaspode.
'For decency's sake!'the window, where a conscientious person would put it to take as much advantage as possible of the available light so's not to have to waste too many of the city's candles, was a small table. There was some paper on it, and a jar of pencils. There was an old chair, too; a piece of paper had been folded up and wedged under a wobbly leg.And that, apart from a clothes chest, was it. It reminded her of Vimes' room. This was a place where someone came to sleep, not to live.Angua wondered if there was ever a time when anyone in the Watch was ever, really, off duty. She couldn't imagine Sergeant Colon in civilian clothes
in careful pencil line, with many crossings-out and smudges, a map of the city.
In front of . When you were a Watchman, you were a Watchman all the time, which was a bit of a bargain for the city since it only paid you to be a Watchman for ten hours of every day.
'All right,' she said. 'I can use a sheet off the bed. You shut your eyes.'
'Why?' said Gaspode.
'For decency's sake!'the window, where a conscientious person would put it to take as much advantage as possible of the available light so's not to have to waste too many of the city's candles, was a small table. There was some paper on it, and a jar of pencils. There was an old chair, too; a piece of paper had been folded up and wedged under a wobbly leg.And that, apart from a clothes chest, was it. It reminded her of Vimes' room. This was a place where someone came to sleep, not to live.Angua wondered if there was ever a time when anyone in the Watch was ever, really, off duty. She couldn't imagine Sergeant Colon in civilian clothes
2009年5月3日星期日
Jean-Honore Fragonard le jour
Jean-Honore Fragonard le jourJean-Honore Fragonard l'auroreJean-Honore Fragonard Cephale et ProcrisEdgar Degas Dancer
'Hey, I don't think you should do that—' said Carrot wretchedly.
'I'm just looking,' Mrs Scurrick, Treacle St: $4
Mrs Maroon, Wixon's Alley: $4
Annabel Curry, Lobfneaks: $2
Annabel Curry couldn't have been much good, for only said Angua. 'No law against that.''In fact, under the Privacy Act of 1467, it is an—''There's only old boots and stuff. And some paper.' She reached down and picked up a crudely made book. It was merely a wad of irregular shaped bits of paper sandwiched together between card covers.'That belongs to Captain—'She opened the book and read a few lines. Her mouth dropped open.'Will you look at this? No wonder he never has any money!''What d'you mean?''He spends it on women! You wouldn't think it, would you? Look at this entry. Four in one week!'Carrot looked over her shoulder. On the bed, Vimes snorted.There, on the page, in Vimes' curly handwriting, were the words:Mrs Gafkin, Mincing St: $5
'Hey, I don't think you should do that—' said Carrot wretchedly.
'I'm just looking,' Mrs Scurrick, Treacle St: $4
Mrs Maroon, Wixon's Alley: $4
Annabel Curry, Lobfneaks: $2
Annabel Curry couldn't have been much good, for only said Angua. 'No law against that.''In fact, under the Privacy Act of 1467, it is an—''There's only old boots and stuff. And some paper.' She reached down and picked up a crudely made book. It was merely a wad of irregular shaped bits of paper sandwiched together between card covers.'That belongs to Captain—'She opened the book and read a few lines. Her mouth dropped open.'Will you look at this? No wonder he never has any money!''What d'you mean?''He spends it on women! You wouldn't think it, would you? Look at this entry. Four in one week!'Carrot looked over her shoulder. On the bed, Vimes snorted.There, on the page, in Vimes' curly handwriting, were the words:Mrs Gafkin, Mincing St: $5
2009年4月28日星期二
Alphonse Maria Mucha Monaco Monte Carlo
Alphonse Maria Mucha Monaco Monte CarloAlphonse Maria Mucha MedeeAlphonse Maria Mucha Fruit
gave him a blank stare.
'Are you a giant?' he said.
'Me? Of course not!'
'Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes. And that's a troll behind me,' said Cuddy. Detritus pulled himself into something 'I thought everyone knew about Leonard da Quirm. Quite barmy. But a genius, too.'
'Was he an alchemist?'
Write this down, write this down . . . Detritus looked around blearily for a burnt bit of wood and a handy wall.
'Leonard? No. He didn't belong to a Guild. Or he belonged to all the Guilds, I suppose. He got around quite a bit. He tinkered, if you know what I mean?'
'No, sir.'resembling attention.'We've come to see if you can tell us what's on this paper,' said Cuddy.'Yur,' said Detritus.Silverfish looked at it.'Oh, yes,' he said, 'some of old Leonard's stuff. Well?''Leonard?' said Cuddy. He glared at Detritus. 'Write this down,' he snapped.'Leonard of Quirm,' said the alchemist.Cuddy still looked lost.'Never heard of him?' said Silverfish.'Can't say I have, sir.'
gave him a blank stare.
'Are you a giant?' he said.
'Me? Of course not!'
'Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes. And that's a troll behind me,' said Cuddy. Detritus pulled himself into something 'I thought everyone knew about Leonard da Quirm. Quite barmy. But a genius, too.'
'Was he an alchemist?'
Write this down, write this down . . . Detritus looked around blearily for a burnt bit of wood and a handy wall.
'Leonard? No. He didn't belong to a Guild. Or he belonged to all the Guilds, I suppose. He got around quite a bit. He tinkered, if you know what I mean?'
'No, sir.'resembling attention.'We've come to see if you can tell us what's on this paper,' said Cuddy.'Yur,' said Detritus.Silverfish looked at it.'Oh, yes,' he said, 'some of old Leonard's stuff. Well?''Leonard?' said Cuddy. He glared at Detritus. 'Write this down,' he snapped.'Leonard of Quirm,' said the alchemist.Cuddy still looked lost.'Never heard of him?' said Silverfish.'Can't say I have, sir.'
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