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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