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Jack Vettriano After Midnight

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says you've got him there,' said the raven. 'Drop me off over Quirm, will you?'
'What does it ‘mumblemumbledancingmumble.'
'Dancing,' said Ridcully levelly, walking back along the row. 'That's dancing, is it? Banging into people? Throwin' one another over yer shoulders? Twirling around all over the place? Not even trolls act like that (not that I've got anything against trolls mind you marvellous people marvellous people) and you're supposed to be wizards. People are supposed to look up want him for?' said Susan. 'It's using him, but what for?' 'Twenty‑seven dollars!' said Ridcully. 'Twenty‑seven dollars .to get you out! And the sergeant kept grinning all the time! Wizards arrested!'He walked along the row of crestfallen figures.'I mean, how often does the Watch get called in to the Drum?' said Ridcully. 'I mean, what did you think you were doing?''mumblemumblemumble,' said the Dean, looking at the floor.'I'm sorry?'

Jack Vettriano Defending Champions

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hairy hand was raised high in the air, and then plunged towards the strings.
Blert never for something. He didn't find it, but as the last discords faded away his features twisted into the determined expression of one who intends to go on looking.
'Yer, right. How much?' he said.
It was on sale for fifteen dollars. But Blert's musical soul rebelled. He snapped.
'Twenty‑five dollars,' was what he snapped.
'Yer, right. Will this be enough, then?'
A small ruby was produced from somewhere in a pocket.
'I can't change that!'wanted to repeat the next ten seconds. People shouldn't be allowed to do that sort of thing to a defenceless musical instrument. It was like raising a little pony, feeding it and grooming it properly, plaiting ribbons in its tail, giving it a nice field with bunnies and daisies in it, and then watching the first rider take it out with spurs and a whip.The thug played as if he were searching

Edgar Degas At the Races

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gets eaten?'
'Part of the miracle of nature,' said the raven.
'That's horrible,' said Susan. Black birds were already circling in the sky.
'Not really,' said the raven. 'Horses for courses, you might say.'
One side, if that's what you could response was called for.
'That was very . . . kind of you . . .' she said.
'Hah! Mangy thing! Thirteen years of sleepin' and crappin' and waiting for the next meal to turn up? Never took half an hour's exercise in his big fat life. Up until they find the will, anyway. Then he's going to be the richest fastest cat in the world–’
The voice faded. So did its 'I think we're going to need that raven,' said Susan. 'I mean, I . . . think I understand you, I just don't know what you're saying . . .
Binky stopped outside a large house, set back a little from the road. It was a slightly pretentious residence with more gables and mullions than it should rightly have, and this was a clue to its origins: it was the kind of house built for himself by a rich merchant when he goes respectable and needs to do something with the loot.

Henri Matisse The Green Line

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heaved a big leather sack off the floor.
'Dis is what I play,' he said. A number of large round rocks tumbled out on to the floor. Lias picked one up and flicked it with a finger. It went bam.
'Music made from rocks?' said Imp. 'What do you callll it?'
'We call it ?'
‘I bang them together again,' said Lias, one of nature's drummers.
The door to the inner room opened and a man with a pointed nose peered around it.
'You lot together?' he snapped.
There was indeed a river, according to legend, one drop of which would rob Ggroohauga,' said Lias, 'which means, music made from rocks.'The rocks were all of different sizes, carefully tuned here and there by small nicks carved out of the stone.'May I?' said Imp.‘Be my guest.'Imp selected a small rock and flicked it with his finger. It went bop. A smaller one went bing.'What do you do with them?' he said.'I bang them together.''And then what?''What do you mean, "And then what?"''What do you do after you've banged them together

Frida Kahlo Fruits of the Earth

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wanted a nice quiet hour somewhere to put it all together. Personal isn't the same as important. What sort of person could think like that? And it dawned on him that while Ankh in the past had had its share of evil rulers, and simply bad rulers, it had never yet come under the heel of a good ruler. That might be the most terrifying prospect of all.
'Sir?' said Carrot, Vimes smiled wanly.
'They call me Mister Vimes,' he said.

Carrot walked back to the Watch House, and laid the body of Angua on the slab in the makeshift morgue. Rigor mortis was already setting in.politely.'Uh. We'll bury her up at Small Gods, how about that?' said Vimes. 'It's sort of a Watch tradition . . .''Yes, sir. You go off with Detritus. He's all right when you give him orders. If you don't mind, I don't think I'll be along to the wedding. You know how it is . . .''Yes. Yes, of course. Um. Carrot?' Vimes blinked, to drive away suspicions that clamoured for consideration. 'We shouldn't be too hard on Cruces. I hated the bastard like hell, so I want to be fair to him. I know what the gonne does to people. We're all the same, to the gonne. I'd have been just like him.''No, captain. You put it down.'

Amedeo Modigliani Landscape

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Gaspode, too,' said the poodle. 'I might have known.'
'You leave her alone,' said Gaspode.
'Oh? You'll The dogs hesitated.
'A wolf's got a jaw four times stronger'n any dog,' said Gaspode. 'And that's just a ordinary wolf—'
'What are you all?' snapped Big Fido. 'You're the pack! No mercy! Get them!'
But a pack doesn't act like that, Angua had said. A pack is an association fight us all for her, will you?' said Big Fido.'I got the Power,' said Gaspode. 'You know that. I'll do it. I'll use it.''There's no time for this!' snarled Angua.'You won't do it,' said Big Fido.'I'll do it.''Every dog's paw'll be turned against you—''I got the Power, me. You back off, all of you.''What power?' said Butch. He was drooling.'Big Fido knows,' said Gaspode. 'He's studied. Now, me an' her are going to walk out of here, right? Nice and slow.'The dogs looked at Big Fido.'Get them,' he said.Angua bared her teeth.