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can leave him for now,' said Clete.
The others nodded. No‑one really wanted to attempt to beat up the Librarian if there was anyone smaller available.
'What about the dwarf?'
'Ah.'
'Someone said they thought he was Glod Glodsson. Lives in Phedre Road somewhere–’
Clete growled. 'It was very small writing,' said Glod. He brightened up. 'But there was a lot of it,' he added. 'Bound to be a good contract, with that much writing on it.'
'The Librarian ran away,' said Buddy. 'Oooked a lot, and ran away.'
'Hah! Well, he'll be sorry later on,' said Glod. 'Later on, people'll talk to him and he'll say: I left, you know, before they became famous.''Get some of the lads over there right now. I want the position of musicians in this city explained to them right now. Hat. Hat. Hat.'The musicians hurried through the night, the din of the Mended Drum behind them.'Wasn't he nice,' said Glod. 'I mean, we haven't just got our pay, but he was so interested he gave us twenty dollars of his own money!''I tink what he said,' said Cliff, 'was dat he'd give us twenty dollars with interest.''Same thing, isn't it? And he said he could get us more jobs. Did you read the contract?''Did you?'
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Henri Matisse Odalisques
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bambamBAH . . . how did you know how to do that bit?'
'It was just de bit dat had to go dere,' said Lias.
Imp looked at Imp had never heard of an instrument that played itself before, except the legendary harp of Owen Mwnyy, which sang when danger threatened. And that had been back in the days when there were dragons around. Singing harps went well with dragons. They seemed out of place in a city with guilds and everything.
The door swung open.
'That was . . . astonishing, boys,' said Hibiscus Dunelm. 'Never heard anything like it! Can you come back tomorrow night? Here's your five dollars.'
Glod counted the coins.
'We did four encores,' he said darkly.the guitar. He'd put it on the table. It was still playing quietly to itself, like a cat purring.'That's not a normall instrument,' he said, shaking a finger at it. 'I was just standing there and it started pllaying all by itsellf!''Probably belonged to a wizard, like I said,' said Glod.'Nah,' said Lias. 'Never knew any wizard who was musical. Music and magic don't mix.'They looked at it.
bambamBAH . . . how did you know how to do that bit?'
'It was just de bit dat had to go dere,' said Lias.
Imp looked at Imp had never heard of an instrument that played itself before, except the legendary harp of Owen Mwnyy, which sang when danger threatened. And that had been back in the days when there were dragons around. Singing harps went well with dragons. They seemed out of place in a city with guilds and everything.
The door swung open.
'That was . . . astonishing, boys,' said Hibiscus Dunelm. 'Never heard anything like it! Can you come back tomorrow night? Here's your five dollars.'
Glod counted the coins.
'We did four encores,' he said darkly.the guitar. He'd put it on the table. It was still playing quietly to itself, like a cat purring.'That's not a normall instrument,' he said, shaking a finger at it. 'I was just standing there and it started pllaying all by itsellf!''Probably belonged to a wizard, like I said,' said Glod.'Nah,' said Lias. 'Never knew any wizard who was musical. Music and magic don't mix.'They looked at it.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Thomas Kinkade New Horizons
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you daft fbugger! You'll haf uff all off!' Gaspode growled. On the opposite roof, the dog pack watched in horror. The gutter creaked again.
Angua's claws scored white lines on the slates.
Big Fido wrenched and spun, fighting the grip of the collar.
Which, finally, yes! Story of my life! You and me, kid Together! We could have made it!'
He turned and looked at the dogs lining the roofs or, the other side of the street.
'You lot! Go home! BAD DOG!' he barked.
He slithered down the other side of the roof. There was an alley there, but it was snapped.The dog turned in the air, hanging for a moment before gravity took hold.'Free!'And then he fell.Gaspode shot backwards as Angua's paws slipped from under her, and landed further up the roof, legs spinning. Both of them made it to the crest and hung there, panting.Then Angua bounded away, clearing the next alley before Gaspode had stopped seeing a red mist in front of his eyes.He spat out Big Fido's collar, which slid down the roof and vanished over the edge.'Oh, thank you!' he shouted. 'Thank you very much' Yes! Leave me here, that's right! Me with only three good legs! Don't you worry about me! If I'm lucky I'll fall oft before I starve! Oh
you daft fbugger! You'll haf uff all off!' Gaspode growled. On the opposite roof, the dog pack watched in horror. The gutter creaked again.
Angua's claws scored white lines on the slates.
Big Fido wrenched and spun, fighting the grip of the collar.
Which, finally, yes! Story of my life! You and me, kid Together! We could have made it!'
He turned and looked at the dogs lining the roofs or, the other side of the street.
'You lot! Go home! BAD DOG!' he barked.
He slithered down the other side of the roof. There was an alley there, but it was snapped.The dog turned in the air, hanging for a moment before gravity took hold.'Free!'And then he fell.Gaspode shot backwards as Angua's paws slipped from under her, and landed further up the roof, legs spinning. Both of them made it to the crest and hung there, panting.Then Angua bounded away, clearing the next alley before Gaspode had stopped seeing a red mist in front of his eyes.He spat out Big Fido's collar, which slid down the roof and vanished over the edge.'Oh, thank you!' he shouted. 'Thank you very much' Yes! Leave me here, that's right! Me with only three good legs! Don't you worry about me! If I'm lucky I'll fall oft before I starve! Oh
Monday, May 4, 2009
Pop art coltrane on rust
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he said.
Cuddy watched him for a moment.
'That's about 'Are you often on gate duty, Boffo?' said Carrot pleasantly, as they strolled through the Fools' Guild.
'Huh! Just about all the time,' said Boffo.
'So when did that friend of his, you know, the Assassin . . . visit him?'
'Oh, you know about him, then,' said Boffo.
'Oh, yes,' said Carrot.it,' he said, sadly. 'That's all we're getting.''I'll be back shortly,' said Carrot. 'Shall we be off . . . Joey, wasn't it? Dr Whiteface?''I suppose there's no harm,' said Dr Whiteface. 'Very well. Show Corporal Carrot anything he likes, Boffo.''Right, sir,' said the little clown.'It must be a jolly job, being a clown,' said Carrot.'Must it?''Lots of japes and jokes, I mean.'Boffo gave Carrot a lopsided look.'Well . . .' he said. 'It has its moments . . .''I bet it does. I bet it does.'
he said.
Cuddy watched him for a moment.
'That's about 'Are you often on gate duty, Boffo?' said Carrot pleasantly, as they strolled through the Fools' Guild.
'Huh! Just about all the time,' said Boffo.
'So when did that friend of his, you know, the Assassin . . . visit him?'
'Oh, you know about him, then,' said Boffo.
'Oh, yes,' said Carrot.it,' he said, sadly. 'That's all we're getting.''I'll be back shortly,' said Carrot. 'Shall we be off . . . Joey, wasn't it? Dr Whiteface?''I suppose there's no harm,' said Dr Whiteface. 'Very well. Show Corporal Carrot anything he likes, Boffo.''Right, sir,' said the little clown.'It must be a jolly job, being a clown,' said Carrot.'Must it?''Lots of japes and jokes, I mean.'Boffo gave Carrot a lopsided look.'Well . . .' he said. 'It has its moments . . .''I bet it does. I bet it does.'
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Leonardo da Vinci Mona Lisa Smile
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'Dolomitic conglomerates! Get chore dolomitic conglomerates heeyar! Manganese nodules! Manganese nodules! Get them while they're . . . uh . , . nodule-shaped.' He hesitated a bit, and then rallied. 'Pumice! Pumice! Tufa a dollar! Roast limestones—'
A few trolls wandered up to stare at him.
'You, sir, you look . .'Lovely and fresh! Just like mother used to hew!'
'Yeah, and there's bloody quartz all through dis granite,' said another troll, towering over Dibbler. 'Clogs the arteries, quartz.'
He slammed the rock back on the tray. The . hungry,' said Dibbler, grinning widely at the smallest troll. 'Why not try our shale on a bun? Mmm-mmm! Taste that alluvial deposit, know what I mean?'C. M. O. T. Dibbler had a number of bad points, but species prejudice was not one of them. He liked anyone who had money, regardless of the colour and shape of the hand that was proffering it. For Dibbler believed in a world where a sapient creature could walk tall, breathe free, pursue life, liberty and happiness, and step out towards the bright new dawn. If they could be persuaded to gobble something off Dibbler's hot-food tray at the same time, this was all to the good.The troll inspected the tray suspiciously, and lifted up a bun.'Urrh, yuk,' he said, 'it's got all ammonites in it! Yuk!''Pardon?' said Dibbler.'Dis shale,' said the troll, 'is stale.'
'Dolomitic conglomerates! Get chore dolomitic conglomerates heeyar! Manganese nodules! Manganese nodules! Get them while they're . . . uh . , . nodule-shaped.' He hesitated a bit, and then rallied. 'Pumice! Pumice! Tufa a dollar! Roast limestones—'
A few trolls wandered up to stare at him.
'You, sir, you look . .'Lovely and fresh! Just like mother used to hew!'
'Yeah, and there's bloody quartz all through dis granite,' said another troll, towering over Dibbler. 'Clogs the arteries, quartz.'
He slammed the rock back on the tray. The . hungry,' said Dibbler, grinning widely at the smallest troll. 'Why not try our shale on a bun? Mmm-mmm! Taste that alluvial deposit, know what I mean?'C. M. O. T. Dibbler had a number of bad points, but species prejudice was not one of them. He liked anyone who had money, regardless of the colour and shape of the hand that was proffering it. For Dibbler believed in a world where a sapient creature could walk tall, breathe free, pursue life, liberty and happiness, and step out towards the bright new dawn. If they could be persuaded to gobble something off Dibbler's hot-food tray at the same time, this was all to the good.The troll inspected the tray suspiciously, and lifted up a bun.'Urrh, yuk,' he said, 'it's got all ammonites in it! Yuk!''Pardon?' said Dibbler.'Dis shale,' said the troll, 'is stale.'
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Paul Gauguin Nave Nave Moe
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'There isn't any it to be wrong!'
'Right, right. Not that it would be,' said Gaspode, adding hurriedly, 'even if there was. Everyone likes Corporal Carrot.'
'They do, don't they,' said Angua, her hackles settling down. 'He's very . . . likeable.'
'Even Big Fido only bit his hand when Carrot tried to pat him.'
'Who's Big Fido?'
'Chief Barker of the Dog Guild.'
'Dogs have got a 'Never you mind. Big Fido . . . he's a friend o' mine.'
'Biting a man's arm for patting you doesn't sound very friendly.'
'Yeah? Last man who tried to pat Big Fido, they only Guild? Dogs? Pull one of the other ones, it's got bells on—''No, straight up. Scavenging rights, sunbathing spots, night-time barking duty, breeding rights, howling rotas . . . the whole bone of rubber.''Dog Guild,' snarled Angua sarcastically. 'Oh, yeah.''Chase a rat up a pipe in the wrong street and call me a liar. 'S'good job for you I'm around, else you could get into big trouble. There's big trouble for a dog in this town who ain't a Guild member. It's lucky for you,' said Gaspode, 'that you met me.''I suppose you're a big ma—dog in the Guild, yes?''Ain't a member,' said Gaspode smugly.'How come you survive, then?''I can think on my paws, me. Anyway, Big Fido leaves me alone. I got the Power.''What power?'
'There isn't any it to be wrong!'
'Right, right. Not that it would be,' said Gaspode, adding hurriedly, 'even if there was. Everyone likes Corporal Carrot.'
'They do, don't they,' said Angua, her hackles settling down. 'He's very . . . likeable.'
'Even Big Fido only bit his hand when Carrot tried to pat him.'
'Who's Big Fido?'
'Chief Barker of the Dog Guild.'
'Dogs have got a 'Never you mind. Big Fido . . . he's a friend o' mine.'
'Biting a man's arm for patting you doesn't sound very friendly.'
'Yeah? Last man who tried to pat Big Fido, they only Guild? Dogs? Pull one of the other ones, it's got bells on—''No, straight up. Scavenging rights, sunbathing spots, night-time barking duty, breeding rights, howling rotas . . . the whole bone of rubber.''Dog Guild,' snarled Angua sarcastically. 'Oh, yeah.''Chase a rat up a pipe in the wrong street and call me a liar. 'S'good job for you I'm around, else you could get into big trouble. There's big trouble for a dog in this town who ain't a Guild member. It's lucky for you,' said Gaspode, 'that you met me.''I suppose you're a big ma—dog in the Guild, yes?''Ain't a member,' said Gaspode smugly.'How come you survive, then?''I can think on my paws, me. Anyway, Big Fido leaves me alone. I got the Power.''What power?'
Monday, April 27, 2009
Paul Klee Zitronen
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'Death who?'
There was a chill in the air. Beano waited. Edward was frantically patting his face . . . well, what until recently had been his face.IT'S JUST THAT IT HAS BEEN SUGGESTED THAT I SHOULD BE MORE OF A PEOPLE PERSON.
'I mean, why ? I thought we were getting on really well.
It's very hard to make friends in my job. In your job too, I suppose.'
BREAK IT TO THEM GENTLY, AS IT WERE.
'One minute walking along, the next minute dead. Why?'
THINK OF IT MORE AS BEING . . . DIMENSIONALLY DIS-ADVANTAGED.
The shade of Beano the clown turned to Death.
'What are you talking about?'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 drag his . . . the . . . body away.'Nothing personal, he says,' he said. 'I'm glad it wasn't anything personal. I should hate to think I've just been killed because it was personal.'
'Death who?'
There was a chill in the air. Beano waited. Edward was frantically patting his face . . . well, what until recently had been his face.IT'S JUST THAT IT HAS BEEN SUGGESTED THAT I SHOULD BE MORE OF A PEOPLE PERSON.
'I mean, why ? I thought we were getting on really well.
It's very hard to make friends in my job. In your job too, I suppose.'
BREAK IT TO THEM GENTLY, AS IT WERE.
'One minute walking along, the next minute dead. Why?'
THINK OF IT MORE AS BEING . . . DIMENSIONALLY DIS-ADVANTAGED.
The shade of Beano the clown turned to Death.
'What are you talking about?'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 drag his . . . the . . . body away.'Nothing personal, he says,' he said. 'I'm glad it wasn't anything personal. I should hate to think I've just been killed because it was personal.'
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