Rene Magritte Homesickness

Rene Magritte HomesicknessArthur Hughes PhyllisFranz Marc Zwei KatzenFranz Marc yellow cow
lost it because he'd put it in a bowl in front of him while he played, in the same way that a hunter puts out decoys to get ducks. The next time he'd looked down, it had gone.
People came to 'No, it's the honest truth, I'm–’ The fat guard frowned and looked down.
'You've just been waiting all your life to say that, ain't you, Nobby,' he said. ' I bet you was born hoping that one day someone'd say "That's a harp" so you could say "lyre", on account of it being a pun or play on words. Well, har har.'
Imp stopped playing. It was impossible to continue, in the circumstances.Ankh‑Morpork to seek their fortune. Unfortunately, other people sought it too.And people didn't seem to want bards, even ones who'd won the mistletoe award and centennial harp in the big Eisteddfod in Llamedos.He'd found a place in one of the main squares, tuned up and played. No‑one had taken any notice, except sometimes to push him out of the way as they hurried past and, apparently, to nick his bowl. Eventually, just when he was beginning to doubt that he'd made the right decision in coming here at all, a couple of watchmen had wandered up.'That's a harp he's playing, Nobby,' said one of them, after watching Imp for a while.'Lyre.'