Jack Vettriano the_Tourist_trap

Jack Vettriano the_Tourist_trapJack Vettriano There's Always Someone Watching YouJack Vettriano The White Slip
'Dean?' said the Senior Wrangler.
The Dean's left full of tins of nasty substances where he made his own binding glue and all the other tedious cosmetics of the Muse of literature.
He'd brought a book down with him. It had taken even him several hours to find it.
The Library didn't only contain magical books, the ones which are chained to their shelves and are very dangerous. It also contained perfectly ordinary books, printed on commonplace paper in mundane ink. It
would be a mistake to think that they weren't also dangerous, just hand was held not far from his mouth. The other was making rhythmic stroking motions somewhere in the region of his kidneys.'I don't know what he thinks he's doin',' said Ridcully, 'but it looks unhygienic to me.''I think he's playing an invisible banjo, Archchancellor,' said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.'Well, it's quiet, at least,' said Ridcully. He looked at the hole in the roof, which was letting unaccustomed daylight into the hall. 'Anyone seen the Librarian?'The orang‑utan was busy.He had holed up in one of the Library cellars, which he currently used as a general workshop and book hospital. There were various presses and guillotines, a bench