Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Ingres Venus Anadyomene

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Ingres Venus AnadyomenePeter Paul Rubens Cimon and PeroPeter Paul Rubens The Straw HatPeter Paul Rubens Duke of Lerma
blinked. There was a tinkle of falling ice. Odd things were happening in his skull.
Thoughts that normally ambulated sluggishly around his brain were suddenly springing into vibrant, coruscat-ing life. And there seemed to be more and more of them.
'My goodness,' he said, to no-one in particular.
This was a sufficiently un-dissipation. Daytime temperature too hot, processing speed slows down, weather gets hotter, brain stops completely, trolls turn to stone until nightfall, ie, colder-temperature,however,lowertemperatureenough,brain operatesfasterand—'
'I think I'm going to freeze to death soon,' said Cuddy.
Detritus looked around.
'There are small glazed apertures up there,' he said.troll-like comment that even Cuddy, whose extremities were already going numb, stared at him.'I do believe,' said Detritus, 'that I am genuinely cogitating. How very interesting!''What do you mean?'More ice cascaded off Detritus as he rubbed his head.'Of course!' he said, holding up a giant finger. 'Superconductivity!''Wha'?''You see? Brain of impure silicon. Problem of heat

Albert Bierstadt The Shore of the Turquoise Sea

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I told you to forget about certain recent events, captain?'
'Sir.'
'Yet it appears that the Watch have been getting in the wheels.'
'Sir.'. Not many people know that. The word 'polite comes from 'polis', too. It used to mean the ptoper behaviour from someone living in a city.
Man of the city . . . Carrot was always throwing out stuff like that. Like 'copper'. Vimes had believed all his life that the Watch were called coppers because they carried copper badges, but no, said Carrot, it comes from the old word cappere, to capture.
Carrot read books in his spare time. Not well. He'd have real difficulty if you cut his index finger off. But continuously. And he wandered around Ankh-Morpork on his day off.
'Captain Vimes?''What am I to do with you?''Couldn't say, sir.'Vimes minutely examined the wall. He wished Carrot was here. The lad might be simple, but he was so simple that sometimes he saw things that the subtle missed. And he kept coming up with simple ideas that stuck in your mind. Policeman, for example. He'd said to Vimes one day, while they were proceeding along the Street of Small Gods: Do you know where 'policeman' comes from, sir? Vimes hadn't. 'Polis' used to mean 'city', said Carrot. That's what policeman means: 'a man for the city'

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Salvador Dali Morphological Echo

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was a murmur of vague agreement. Vimes reached for his glass.
'Willikins, I don't think Captain Vimes wants any wine,' said Lady Ramkin.
'Wrong!' said . 'Very limited capacity, surely. Fact of measure-ment.'
'And you never see their women,' said Lady Sara Omnius. 'I find that very . . . suspicious. You know what they say about dwarfs,' she added darkly.
Vimes sighed. He was just about aware that you saw their women all the time, although they looked just like the male dwarfs. Surely everyone knew that, who knew anything about dwarfs?Vimes cheerfully. 'And while we're on the subject, how about the dwarfs?''I don't know if anyone's noticed,' said Lord Eorle, 'but you certainly don't see as many dogs about as you used to.'Vimes stared. It was true about the dogs. There didn't seem to be quite so many mooching around these days, that was a fact. But he'd visited a few dwarf bars with Carrot, and knew that dwarfs would indeed eat dog, but only if they couldn't get rat. And ten thousand dwarfs eating continuously with knife, fork and shovel wouldn't make a dent in Ankh-Morpork's rat population. It was a major feature in dwarfish letters back home: come on, everyone, and bring the ketchup.'Notice how small their heads are?' he managed

Monday, April 27, 2009

Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Bridge

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and pathetic dragon made out of papier-mache and holding a collection box, chained very heavily to the wall, and bearing the sign: Don't Let My Flame Go Out.
This was where Lady Sybil Ramkin spent most of her days.
She was, Vimes had been told, the richest after the initial confusion. After all, the worst had already happened. At least . . . with any luck.
IF YOU WOULD CARE TO FOLLOW ME . . .
'Will there be custard pies? Red noses? Juggling? Are there likely to be baggy trousers?'
NO.in the air. Beano waited. Edward was frantically patting his face . . . well, what until recently had been his face.
I WONDER . . . CAN WE START AGAIN? I DON'T SEEM TO HAVE THE HANG OF THIS.
'Sorry?' said Beano.
'I'm s-orry!' moaned Edward, 'I meant it for the best!'
Beano watched his murderer

Thomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MEMORIES

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things out,' said Sergeant Colon. ' 'S'not easy, learning civilianing. Right.' He glanced at his clipboard again, and back to the guardsmen. Men . . . hah.
His lips moved as he counted. There, sitting between Nobby and Constable Cuddy, was a very small, raggedy man, whose beard and hair were so overgrown and ,' he said. 'Er. . . that's the one nearest Lance-Constable Angua, Lance-Constable Detritus. And repeat after me . . .' He closed his eyes and his lips moved for a moment, as though he was reading something off the inside of his skull.
' "I comma square bracket recruit's name square bracket comma" . . .'
He nodded at them. 'You say it.'more of us,' said Sergeant Colon. 'Right! Ahem. Right. OK. We welcome to the guard today Lance-Constable Detritus – don't salute! - and Lance-Constable Cuddy, also Lance-Constable Angua. We hope you will have a long and – what's that you've got there, Cuddy?'
'What?' said Cuddy, innocently.
'I can't help noticing that you still has got there

Friday, April 24, 2009

Cao Yong SUMMER BREEZE

Cao Yong SUMMER BREEZECao Yong SACRED POOLSCao Yong Red Umbrella
wreck. The elves .
“We were just getting to know one another properly and fifty elves burst into the place! Damn! This kind of thing happens to me all the time!”
“That’s the best thing about black, it doesn’t show the soot,” said Nanny Ogg vaguely, dusting had stripped it of everything edible and rolled out every barrel, although a couple of rogue cheeses in the cellar had put up quite a fight.The table had collapsed. Lobster claws and candlesticks lay among the ruined meal.Nothing moved.242LOR08 ftf/0 t.ft0f£6Then someone sneezed, and some soot fell into the empty grate, followed by Nanny Ogg and, eventually, by the small, black, and irate figure of Casanunda.“Yuk,” said Nanny, looking around at the debris. “This really is the pips.”“You should have let me fight them!”“There were too many of them, my lad.”Casanunda threw his sword on the floor in disgust

Cao Yong WINDS OF LOVE

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Pratchett
“Don’t be so daft! You saw them things! What’re you worrying about that old baggage for?”
“She’ll tan our hides for us, right enough! ‘Twas all our fault, she’ll say!”
“I just hopes she gets a chance,” muttered Tinker.
“We are,” said Thatcher, “between a rock and a hard place.”
“No we ain’t,” sobbed Carter. “I been there. That’s that gorge just above Bad Ass. We ain’t there! I wish we was there! We’re under this bush! And they’ll be looking for us! And so shall she!”
“What happened when we was doing the Ent—“ Carpenter began.
“I ain’t asking that question right now,” said Jason. “The question I’m asking right now is, how do we get home tonight?”He pulled the sack toward him and undid the top.
“There’s our bells in here,” he said, “and the sticks. And who told you to pack the accordion?”
“I thought we might want to do the Stick and—“
“No one’s ever to do the Stick and“She’ll be waiting for us!” Carter wailed.There was a tinkle in the darkness.“What’ve you got there?” said Jason.“It’s the props sack,” said Carter. “You said as how it was my job to look after the props sack!”“You dragged that all the way down here?”“I ain’t about to get into more trouble ‘cos of losing the props sack!”Carter started to shiver.“If we gets back home,” said Jason, “I’m going to talk to our mam about getting you some of these new dried frog pills.”

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Vincent van Gogh Harvest Landscape

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the king bought you all those nice clothes
because—“
“I don’t mean just clothes. I mean people’d be shouting hooray if—if anyone went past in the coach!”
“But you were the one who fell in love with the king, ma’am,” said Millie, bravely.
Magrat I happen to want any!”
“Cook’s very particular who goes into the herb garden, ma’am,” said Millie.
“I’ve seen that herb garden! It’s all leggy sage and yel-lowy parsley! If you can’t stuff it up a chicken’s bum, she doesn’t think it’s an herb! Anyway . . . who’s queen in this vicinity?”
“I thought you didn’t want to be, ma’am?” said Millie.
Magrat stared at her. For a moment she looked as if she was arguing with herself.hesitated for a moment. She’d never quite ana-lyzed that emotion. Eventually she said, “No. He wasn’t king then. No one knew he was going to be king. He was just a sad, nice little man in a cap and bells who everyone ignored.”Millie backed away a bit more.“I expect it’s nerves, ma’am,” she gabbled. “Everyonefeels nervous on the day before their wedding. Shall I ...shall I see if I can make you some herbal—“170LQRD6 ftttQ LftQf£6“I’m not nervous! And I can do my own herbal tea if

Monday, April 20, 2009

Mark Spain Timeless Beauty

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until she promised to tell me everything she knew. Hah.
That took her a week and I had the afternoons free.”
“You mean in two forms, depending on the age of the wizard. Older wizards talk about candles, circles, planets, stars, bananas, chants, runes, and the importance of having at least four good meals every day. Younger wizards, particularly the pale ones who spend most of their time in the High Energy Magic building,* chatter at length about fluxes in the morphic nature of the universe, the essentially impermanent quality of even the most apparently rigid time-space framework, the implausi-bility of reality, and so on: what this means is that they have got hold of something hot and are gabbling the physics as they go along ...
It was almost midnight. Diamanda ran up the hill toward the Dancersyou weren’t Chosen?”“Me? No. I chose,” said Granny. The face she turned to Nanny Ogg was one she wouldn’t forget in a hurry, although she might try. “I chose, Gytha Ogg. And I want that you should know this right now. Whatever happens. I ain’t never regretted anything. Never regretted one single thing. Right?”“If you say so, Esme.”What is magic?There is the wizards’ explanation, which comes

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Diego Rivera View of Toledo

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the poor woman’s got some respectable black clothes,” said Granny Weatherwax.
“Looks like he’s been stabbed,” said Nanny. She turned the body over, gently but firmly. Corpses as such didn’t worryJier. Witches generally act as layers-out of the dead as well as midwives; there were plenty of people in Lancre for whom Nanny Ogg’s face had been the first and last thing they’d ever seen, which had probably made all the bit in the middle seem quite uneventful by comparison.
“Right through,” she said. “Stabbed right through.
Blimey hat to her hair and held it about six inches from the stone. Then she let it go, and watched what happened.
She went back to Nanny.
“There’s still power there,” she said. “Not much, but the ring is holding.”
“But who’d be daft enough to come up here and dance
around the stones?” said Nanny Ogg, and then, as aWho’d do a thing like that?”Both the witches turned to look at the stones.“I don’t know what, but I knows where it come from,” said Granny.Now Nanny Ogg could see that the bracken all around the stones was indeed well trodden down, and quite brown.“I’m going to get to the bottom of this,” said Granny.“You’d better not go into—““I knows exactly where I should go, thank you.”There were eight stones in the Dancers. Three of them had names. Granny walked around the ring until she reached the one known as the Piper.She removed a hatpin from among the many that riveted her pointy

Friday, April 17, 2009

Pop art coltrane on rust

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stop blowing that damn trumpet!”
Shawn lowered the trumpet.
“I’m doin’ a fanfare, your majesty.”
“Yes, yes, obvious guests,” said Verence.
“And I thought it might be a nice idea to have some sort of fair or festival beforehand,” said Verence.
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Terry Pratchett
“I asked Boggi’s in Ankh-Morpork to send up their best dressmaker with a selection of materials and one of the maids is about your size and I think you’ll be very pleased with the result,” said Verence.but you’re not supposed to go on. A few brief notes are a sufficiency.” Verence sniffed. “And something’s burning.”“Oh, blow .. . it’s the carrots ...” Shawn hurried away“That’s better,” said Verence. “Where were we?”“Pigs, I think,” said Magrat, “but I really came to—““It all comes down to the soil,” said Verence. “Get the soil right, and everything else follows. Incidentally, I’m arranging the marriage for Midsummer Day I thought you’d like that.”Magrat’s mouth formed an 0.“We could move it, of course, but not too much because of the harvest,” said Verence.“I’ve had some invitations sent out already, to the more

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Joseph Mallord William Turner Dido Building Carthage

Joseph Mallord William Turner Dido Building CarthageJoseph Mallord William Turner Chichester CanalJoseph Mallord William Turner Rome from the Vatican
sergeant, to judge by his expression, had heard them too.
Urn put his ear to the metal. There was no possibility of making out words, but the general religious rhythm was familiar move­ment, too. Nicely thought out."
He caught Fergmen's expression.
"Water goes in and out and the doors swing open," he translated. "So all we've got to do is wait for . . . what did he say the sign would be?"
"They'll blow a trumpet when they're through the main gate," said Fergmen, pleased to be of service.
"Right." Urn eyed the weights and the reservoirs overhead. The bronze pipes dripped with corrosion.
"But perhaps we'd better just check that we know what we're doing," he said. "It probably takes a min­ute or two enough."It's just the service going on in the Temple," he said. "It's probably resonating off the doors and the sound's being carried down the pipes."Fergmen did not look reassured."No gods are involved in any way," Urn translated. He turned his attention to the pipes again."Simple principle," said Urn, more to himself than to Fergmen. "Water pours into the reservoirs on the weights, disturbing the equilibrium. One lot of weights descends and the other rises up the shaft in the wall. The weight of the door is immaterial. As the bottom weights descend, these buckets here tip over, pouring the water out. Probably quite a smooth ac­tion. Perfect equilibrium at either end of the

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Claude Monet Banks of the Seine

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more guides were patrolling the labyrinth. After a mere million years, the night air blew cool on his face, and Brutha stepped out under the stars.
"Well done. Can you remember the way to the gate?"
"Yes, Lord Vorbis."
The deacon pulled his hood over his face.
"Carry on."
I know is not the truth," said Brutha.
"Quite so. Ah. The gate. I believe it had two guards yesterday?"
"I saw two."
"And now it is night and the gate is shut. But there will be a watchman. Wait here."
Vorbis disappeared into the gloom. After a while there was a muffled conversation. Brutha stared straight ahead of him.
The conversation was followed by muffled silence. After a while Brutha started to count to himself.
After ten, I'll go back.There were a few torches lighting the streets, but Ephebe was not a city that stayed awake in darkness. A couple of passers-by paid them no attention."They guard their harbor," said Vorbis, conversational. "But the way to the desert . . . everyone knows that no one can cross the desert. I am sure you know that, Brutha.""But now I suspect that what
Another ten, then.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Thomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDER

Thomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDERThomas Kinkade London
then," he said, "you shall entertain us to lunch. Won't he, sergeant?"Simony saluted. "Just as you say, sir.""Yes."Brutha lay on his back among sails and ropes somewhere under the decking. It was hot, and the air smelled of all air anywhere that has ever come into contact with bilges.Brutha hadn't eaten all day. Initially he'd been too ill to. Then he just hadn't."But being cruel to animals doesn't mean he's a . . . bad person," he ventured, the harmonics of his tone suggesting that even he didn't
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I will not be using it," said Vorbis.
The captain hung his head and held out his hand for the harpoon.
Vorbis patted him on the shoulder.
"And believe this. It had been quite a small porpoise.
"He turned me on to my back," said Om.
"Yes, but humans are more important than animals," said Brutha.
"This is a point of view often expressed by humans," said Om.
"Chapter IX, verse 16 of the book of-” Brutha began.
"Who cares what any book says?" screamed the tortoise.
Brutha was shaken.
"But you never told any of the prophets that people should

Monday, April 13, 2009

Andy Warhol Sunset

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Hakardly risked a glance upwards and made frantic eyebrow movements at Rincewind who, even at the best of times, wasn't much good at interpreting non-verbal communication. This wasn't the best of times.
'With a sock?' , horror and the after-effects of an adrenaline overdose.
'Is it magical?' he said, curiously. 'Perhaps it is the sock of an Archchancellor? A sock of force?'
Rincewind focused on it.
'I don't think so,' he said. 'I think I bought it in a shop or something. Um. I've got another one somewhere.'
'But in the end it has something heavy?'
'Um. Yes,' said Rincewind. He added, 'It's a half-­brick.'
'But it has great power.'said Coin. 'What good is a sock?'The arm holding the staff rose. Coin looked down at it in mild astonishment.'No, stop,' he said. 'I want to talk to this man.' He stared at Rincewind, who was swaying back and forth under the influence of sleeplessness

Friday, April 10, 2009

Juan Gris Guitar with Clarinet

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your living soul in acid". There. How dyou like them ... excuse me a moment ... apples?'
There was a metallic chord as four men drew their swords in perfect harmony.
Nijel's 'They've never seen anything like it, I imagine,' said Rincewind weakly, judging the distance to the doorway.
'I should think not.'
'Especially the last bit, where it stuck in the ceiling.'
Nijel looked upwards.
'Funny,' he said, 'it always did that at home, too. I wondersword became a blur. It made a complicated figure eight in the air in front of him, spun over his arm, flicked from hand to hand behind his back, seemed to orbit his chest twice, and leapt like a salmon.One or two of the harem ladies broke into spontan­eous applause. Even the guards looked impressed.'That's a Triple Orcthrust with Extra Flip,' said Nijel proudly. 'I broke a lot of mirrors learning that. Look, they're stopping.'

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Juan Gris Violin and Engraving

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Rincewind glanced at the manicured greenery, care­fully arranged rocks and high surrounding walls. One of the Thous winked at, helping himself to another honey stick.
'I don't know about that,' said the poet. 'Scorpions sound unpoetic to me. Wild honey and locusts seem more appropriate, according to the standard poetic instructions, although I've never really developed the taste for insects.'
'I always understood that the kind of locust people ate in wildernesses was the fruit of a kind of tree,' said Con­ina. 'Father always said it was quite tasty.'
'Not insects?' said Creosote.
'I don't think so.' him.'This is a Wilderness?' he said.'My landscape gardeners incorporated all the essen­tial features, I believe. They spent simply ages getting the rills sufficiently sinuous. I am reliably informed that they contain prospects of rugged grandeur and astonishing natural beauty.''And scorpions,' said Rincewind

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Claude Monet La Grenouillere

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an old man with one tooth who had been given a gobstopper. A few seagulls hung lazily in the updraughts, waiting for something to happen.
And the A NAME AS GOOD AS ANY OTHER, said Death politely. His empty sockets stared down at a small round face wrapped in sleep. Despite rumour, Death isn't cruel-merely terribly, terribly good at his job.
'You took his mother,' said Ipslore. It was father of wizards sat among the thrift and rattling sea grasses at the edge of the cliff, cradling the child in his arms, staring out to sea.There was a roil of black cloud out there, heading inland, and the light it pushed before it had that deep syrup quality it gets before a really serious thunderstorm.He turned at a sudden silence behind him, and looked up through tear-reddened eyes at a tall hooded figure in a black robe.IPSLORE THE RED? it said. The voice was as hollow as a cave, as dense as a neutron star.Ipslore grinned the terrible grin of the suddenly mad, and held up the child for Death's inspection.'My son,' he said. 'I shall call him Coin.'

Raphael Madonna and Child with Book

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to get to her feet. The face she turned to Granny was as pale as the snow.
There was an arrow sticking out of her shoulder.
Granny darted back, grabbed the girl and hauled her upright.
“Come on! Nearly there!”
“Can’t r’n . . . c’ld ...”
Diamanda slumped forward. Granny caught her before she hit the snow and, with a grunt of effort, slung her over her shoulder.
A few more steps, and all she had to do was fall forwar ...
A clawed hand snatched at her dress .. .
And three figures fell, rolling over torturing it just because it’s lying down, Gytha.”
“Damn well ain’t waiting for it to stand up again, Esme.”
“Gytha.”
“Well, they used to carry off babies. I ain’t having that
again. The thought of someone carrying off our Pewsey—“
“Even elves ain’t that daft. Never seen such a sticky child in all my life.”
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Monday, April 6, 2009

Franz Marc Der Traum

Franz Marc Der TraumFranz Marc Blaues PferdchenMarc Chagall The Fall of Icarus
There was another minor point that nagged at him, though.
‘. . . Arthur? . . . flew? . . .’
‘‘So what are you going to do?’ said Ludmilla.
‘Well, we’ll just go and fetch him out, ‘ said Ridcully. What was it about the girl? He felt a strange urge to pat her on the head.’We’ll get some magic and get him out. Yes. Dean !’ ‘Yo!’
‘We ‘re just going to go in there to get Windle out.’
‘Yo!’
‘What?’ said the Senior Wrangler. ‘You must be out of your mind!’
Ridcully tried to look as dignified as possible, given his situation.
‘Remember that I am your Archchancellor,’ he snapped.
Hallo.’Ridcully turned his head. He blinked slowly.‘Nice teeth YOU got there,’ he said.‘Thank you,’ said Arthur Winkings.‘All your own, are they?’‘Oh, yes.’‘Amazing. Of course, I expect you brush regularly.’‘Yes?’‘Hygienic. That’s the important thing.’
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Friday, April 3, 2009

Diane Romanello Sunset Beach

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calling it the Combination Harvester,’ he said. Bill Door felt very old. In fact he was very old. But he’d never felt it as much as this. Somewhere in the shadow of his soul he felt he knew, without the blacksmith explaining, what it was that the Combination Harvester was supposed to do.
OH.?’
WHAT WILL IT THINK OF IT? WILL IT KNOW?
Simnel wrinkled his nose.’Know? Know? It won’t know anything. Corn’s corn.’
AND SIXPENCE IS SIXPENCE.
‘Exactly.’ Simnel hesitated.’What was it you were wanting?’
The tall figure ran a disconsolate finger over the oily mechanism.
‘Mr Door?’‘We’re going to give it a trial run this afternoon up in old Peedbury’s big field. It looks very promising, I must say. What you’re looking at now, Mr Door, is the future.’YES.\Bill Door ran his hand over the framework.AND THE HARVEST ITSELF?‘Hmm? What about it

Thursday, April 2, 2009

John Constable Salisbury Cathedral

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Most of the ceiling fell in.
After several minutes and a certain amount of struggle Mrs Cake managed to get her head free.
‘Ludmilla!’
There were ‘Now then, you know you always crushes teacups when it’s your Time.’
‘I’m getting better at it, ‘ said Ludmilla.
‘There’s a good girl, but I’ll do it myself, thanks all the same.’soft footsteps in the passageway and then something come in from the back yard. It was clearly, even attractively female, in general shape, and wore a perfectly ordinary dress. It was also apparently suffering from a case of superfluous hair that not all the delicate pink razors in the world could erase. Also, teeth and fingernails were being worn long this season. You expected the whole thing to growl, but it spoke in a pleasant and definitely human voice.‘Mother?’‘Oi’m under ‘ere.’The fearsome Ludmilla lifted up a huge joist and tossed it lightly aside.’What happened? Didn’t you have your premonition switched on?’ ‘Oi turned it off to speak to the baker. Cor, that gave me a turn.’‘I’ll make you a cup of tea, shall I?’

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Camille Pissarro The Chestnut Trees at Osny

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least, it looks a clock. But it is in fact exactly the opposite of a clock, and the biggest hand goes around just once. There is a plain under a dim sky. It is covered with gentle rolling curves that might remind you of something else if you saw it from a long way away, and if you did see it from a long way away you’d be very glad that you were, in fact, a long way away. Three grey figures floated just above it. Exactly what they were can’t be .
One said, That is the point. The word is him. Becoming a personality is inefficient. We don’t want it to spread. Supposing gravity developed a personality? Supposing it decided to like people? One said, Got a crush on them, sort of thing?described in normal language. Some people might call them cherubs, although there was nothing rosycheeked about them. They might be numbered among those who see to it that gravity operates and that time stays separate from space.Call them auditors. Auditors of reality.They were in conversation without speaking. They didn’t need to speak. They just changed reality so that they had spoken.One said, It has never happened before. Can it be done? One said, It will have to be done. There is a personality. Personalities come to an end. Only forces endure. It said this with a certain satisfaction. One said, Besides... there have been irregularities. Where you get personality, you get irregularities. Well-known fact. One said, He has worked inefficiently?One said, No. We can’t get him there