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.'

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?'

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.'

Thomas Kinkade London

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through your eyes and knows what you’ve become.
“And there will be none to help,” said the Queen. She was closer now, her eyes pinpoints of hatred. “No charity for the mad old change can’t learn. The smallest creature that dies in the grass knows more than you. You’re right. I’m older. You’ve lived longer than me but I’m older than you. And better’n you. And, madam, that ain’t hard.”
The Queen struck wildly.
The rebounded force of the mental blow knocked Nanny Ogg to her knees. Granny Weatherwax blinked.
“A good one,” she croaked. “But still I stand, and stillwoman. You’ll see what you have to eat to stay alive. And we’ll be with you all the time inside your head, just to remind you. You could have been the great one, there was so much you could have done. And inside you’ll know it, and you’ll plead all the dark night long for the silence of the elves.”The Queen wasn’t expecting it. Granny Weatherwax’s hand shot out, pieces of rope falling away from it, and slapped her across the face.“You threaten me with that?” she said. “Me? Who am becoming old?”The elf woman’s hand rose slowly to the livid mark across her cheek. The elves raised their bows, waiting for an order.“Go back,” said Granny. “You call yourself some kind of goddess and you know nothing, madam, nothing. What don’t die can’t live. What don’t live can’t change. What don’t

Julien Dupre Returning From the Fields

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thing?”
Ridcully lifted the small cage off his head. There was a small treadmill in it, in a complex network of glass rods. A couple of feeding bowls were visible. And there was a small, hairy and currently quite wet mouse.
“Oh, it’s was a pattern of fine silver lines, constantly moving, as though everything was coated with fil-igree. Except where there was iron. There the lines were crushed and tight and bent. There, the whole world was invisible. Iron distorted the world. Keep away from iron.
She slipped out of bed, using the edge of the blanket to grasp the door handle, and opened the door.
Shawn Ogg was standing very nearly to attention.
Currently he was guarding the castle and Seeing How Long He Could Stand On One Leg.
203something some of the young wizards came up with,” said Ridcully diffidently “I said I’d ... try it out for them. The mouse hair rubs against the glass rods and there’s sparks, don’t’y’know, and ... and ...”Granny Weatherwax looked at the Archchancellor’s somewhat grubby hair and raised an eyebrow.“My word,” she said. “What will they think of next?”“Don’t really understand how it works, Stibbons is the man for this sort of thing, I thought I’d help them out...”“Lucky you were going bald, eh?”In the darkness of her sickroom Diamanda opened her eyes, if they were her eyes. There was a pearly sheen to them. The song was as yet only on the threshold of hearing. And the world was different. A small part of her mind was still Diamanda, and looked out through the mists of enchantment. The world

Mark Spain Night Light

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Granny rubbed her hands together in grim satisfaction.
“I think I’ve got it sorted,” she said.
She blinked.
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“What did I just say?” she said.
“Uh. You said Yes. The castle. I’m me, you’re you, Gytha’s upstairs with Magrat. That’s right.” She focused on the king. “Just a bit of ... of overtiredness there. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about at all.”
Nanny Ogg looked doubtfully at Magrat’s preparation.you thought you’d got it sorted,” said the king.Granny Weatherwax blinked.“That’s right,” she said. “I said that. Yes. And I’m in the castle, aren’t I? Yes.”“Are you all right. Mistress Weatherwax?” said the king, his voice taut with sudden worry.“Fine, fine. Fine. In the castle. And the children are all right, too?”“Sorry?”She blinked again.“What?”“You don’t look well...”134LQRQ6 ft^O LftD/£6Granny screwed up her face and shook her head. “

Mark Spain Timeless Beauty

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Right. None at all. Even a hunter, a good hunter, can feel for the quarry. That’s what makes ‘em a good hunter. Elves aren’t like that. They’re cruel for fun, and they can’t understand things like mercy. They can’t understand what nasty, cruel little bas-tards they are. Style. That’s what people remember. They remember the glamour. All the rest of it, all the truth of it, becomes . .. old wives’ tales.”
“Magrat’s never said anything about them.”
Granny hesitated.
“Magrat doesn’t know too much about elves,” she said. “Hah. She ain’t even a young wife yet. They’re not some-thing that gets talked about a lot these days. It’s not good to talk about them. It’s that anything apart from themselves might have feelings. They laugh a lot, especially if they’ve caught a lonely human or a dwarf or a troll. Trolls might be made out of rock, your majesty, but I’m telling you that a troll is your brother com-pared to elves. In the head, I mean.”“But why don’t I know all this?”“Glamour. Elves are beautiful. They’ve got,” she spat the word, “style. Beauty. Grace. That’s what matters. If cats looked like frogs we’d realize