Jack Vettriano Bad Boy, Good Girl

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important lesson: hitting people was thuggery. Paying other people to do the hitting on your behalf was good business.
'I'd like you lads .
'Mr Throat tells me youse boys is the best ting since slicing bread,' he said. 'Youse got everyting youse need?'
They nodded, mutely. People tended not to speak to Chrysoprase in case they said something that offended him. They wouldn't know it at the time, of course. They'd know it later, when they were in some dark alley and a voice behind them said: Mr Chrysoprase is really upset.
'Youse go and rest up in your dressing room,' he went on. 'Youse wants any food or drink, youse only got to say.'
He'd got diamond rings on his fingers. Cliff couldn't stop staring at them.to meet Chrysoprase,' said Dibbler. 'An old friend of mine. Me and him go way back. That right, Chrys?''Indeed.' Chrysoprase gave Dibbler the warm friendly smile a shark bestows on a haddock with whom it suits it, for now, to swim in the same direction. A certain play of silicon muscles in the corners also suggested that, one day, certain people would regret 'Chrys'

Jack Vettriano the_Tourist_trap

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'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

Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Bridge

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Obviously something was meant to happen.
She stared at a menu nailed to the wall. It was misspelled, of course, because the menu of the folkier kind of restaurant always has to have misspellings in it, so that customers can be lured into a false sense of superiority. She couldn't recognize Extra Curry 5p
Porn cracker 4p
Eat It Here Or,
Take It Away
The hatch snapped open again and a large brown bag of allegedly but not really waterproof paper was dumped on the little ledge in front of it. Then the hatch slammed shut again.
Susan reached out carefully. The smell rising from the bag had a sort of thermic lance quality that warned against metal cutlery. But tea had been a long time ago.
She realized she didn't have any money onthe names of most of the dishes, which included:Curry with Vegetable 8pCurry with Sweat, and Sore Balls of Pig 10pCurry with Sweer and Sour, Ball of Fish 10pCurry with Meat 10pCurry with Named Meat 15p

Caravaggio Madonna di Loreto

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high, spike‑topped walls around the college grounds looked simple enough to anyone with a fresh mind full of trigonometry and a body honed by healthy fencing, calisthenics and cold baths. Miss Butts could make peril seem really . The road to Quirm didn't look very worn, while the one to Ankh‑Morpork was heavily rutted.
It'd be sensible to go to Quirm to get the feel of city life. It'd be sensible to learn a bit about how city people thought before heading for Ankh‑Morpork, which they said was the largest city in the world. It'd be sensible to get some kind of job in Quirm and raise a bit of extra cash. It'd be sensible to learn to walk before he started to run.interesting.Anyway, that was the incident of the midnight visitor. After a while, Susan considered that she must have imagined it. That was the only logical explanation. And Susan was good at those.Everyone, they say, is looking for something.Imp was looking for somewhere to go.The farm cart that had brought him the last stretch of the way was rumbling off across the fields.He looked at the signpost. One arm pointed to Quirm, the other to Ankh‑Morpork. He knew just enough to know that Ankh‑Morpork was a big city, but built on loam and therefore of no interest to the druids in his family. He had three Ankh‑Morpork dollars and some change. It probably wasn't very much in Ankh‑Morpork.He didn't know anything about Quirm, except that it was on the coast

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Child's Siesta

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'Actually, it's a technical milit'ry term—' said Sergeant Colon.
'That damn troll just happened to save my life today,' shouted Cuddy.
'What for?'
'What for? What for? 'Cos it was my life, that's what tor! I happen to be very attached to it!'
'I didn't mean—'
'You just shut up, Abba Stronginthearm! What do you know about anything, you civilian! Why're you so stupid? Aargh! I'm too short for this shit!'
A shadow loomed'Good point, sergeant. Acting-Constable Detritus!'
'Sir?'
'Volunteer him.'
'I never done nuffin.'
'You can't do that!' shouted the dwarf. in the doorway. Coalface was a basically horizontal shape, a dark mass of fracture lines and sheer surfaces. His eyes gleamed red and suspicious.'Now you're letting it go!' moaned a dwarf.'This is because we have no reason to keep him locked up,' said Carrot. 'Whoever killed Mr Hammerhock was small enough to get through a dwarf's doorway. A troll his size couldn't manage that.''But everyone knows he's a bad troll!' shouted Stronginthearm.'I never done nuffin,' said Coalface.'You can't turn him loose now, sir,' hissed Colon. 'They'll set on him!''I never done nuffin.'

Pablo Picasso BULLFIGHT DEATH OF THE TOREADOR La corrida

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at the darkness.
'So we go and find what it was?' said Detritus.
'I think so. How do you feel?'
'Feel OK.'
Different 'All what?'
'Just all of it. Everything. All the numbers in the world. I could count them all.'
'What did they equal?'
'Dunno. What does equal mean?'
They trudged on, to see what the future held.species though they were, their minds had focused on a single image, involving a muzzle flash and a lead slug singing through the subterranean night.'He came back,' said Cuddy.'Yes,' said Detritus.They looked at the darkness again.'It has not been a nice day,' said Cuddy.'That the truth.''I'd just like to know something, in case . . . I mean . . . look, what happened in the pork store? You did all that maths! All that counting!''I . . . dunno. I saw it all.'

Thomas Kinkade HOMETOWN EVENING

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timber, branches, rubbish – had piled up in a sort of sordid floating island. There was even fungus growing on it.
What he could do with right now was a bottle of Bearhugger's. The world swam into focus when you looked at it through the bottom of a bottle.
Something else , eyebright for eyes . . . there's even a toadstool called Phallus impudicus, and I don't know what that's for but Nobby is a big man for mushroom omelettes. Now . . . either that fungus down there is exactly the medicine for hands, or . . .
Vimes sighed.
'Carrot, can you go and get a boathook, please?'
Carrot followed his gaze.
'Just to the left of that log, Carrot.'
'Oh, no!'swam into focus.Doctrine of signatures, thought Vimes. That's what the herbalists call it. It's like the gods put a 'Use Me' label on plants. If a plant looks like a part of the body, it's good for ailments peculiar to that part. There's teethwort for teeth, spleenwort for . . . spleens