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'Where is your authority?' Quirke stared at the crowd. Hah! I suppose you'll say this armed mob is your authority, eh?'
Carrot looked shocked.
'No. The Laws and Ordinances of Ankh-Morpork, sir. It's all down here. Can you tell me what evidence you have against the prisoner Coalface?'
'That damn troll? It's a troll!'
'Yes?'
Quirke looked around.
'Look, I don't haveA couple of members of the Day Watch appeared cautiously in the doorway.
Everyone became aware of a rattling noise. Nobby was spinning the morningstar round and round on the end of its chain, except that because the spiky ball was a very heavy spi to tell you with everyone here—''As a matter of fact, according to the rules, you do. That's why it's called evidence. It means "that which is seen".''Listen!' hissed Quirke, leaning towards Carrot. 'He's a troll. He's as guilty as hell of something. They all are!'Carrot smiled brightly.Colon had come to know that smile. Carrot's face seemed to go waxy and glisten when he smiled like that.'And so you locked him up?''Right!''Oh. I see. I understand now.'Carrot turned away.'I don't know what you think you're—' Quirke began.People hardly saw Carrot move. There was just a blur, a sound like a steak being thumped on a slab, and the captain was flat on the cobbles.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Monday, May 4, 2009
Edward Hopper High Road
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The hatch shut. There was the sound of bolts being pulled back by someone who was not at all convinced it was a good idea and would be asking searching questions in a minute.
'Got a piece of All right, no-one panic, just stop what you're doing, stop what you're doing, please. I'm Corporal Nobbs, Ankh-Morpork City Ordnance Inspection City Audit—' The piece of paper was waved in front of the man's eyes at vision-blurring speed, and Nobby's voice faltered a bit as he contemplated the epaper on you, Fred? Quick!''Yes, but—' said Sergeant Colon.'Any paper! Now!'Colon fumbled in his pocket and handed Nobby his grocery bill just as the door opened. Nobby swaggered in at high speed, forcing the man inside to walk backwards.'Don't run off!' he shouted, 'I haven't found anything wrong—''I wasn't r—''—YET!'Carrot had time to get an impression of a cavernous place full of complicated shadows. Apart from the man, who was fatter than Colon, there were a couple of trolls who appeared to be operating a grindstone. Current events did not seem to have penetrated the thick walls.nd
The hatch shut. There was the sound of bolts being pulled back by someone who was not at all convinced it was a good idea and would be asking searching questions in a minute.
'Got a piece of All right, no-one panic, just stop what you're doing, stop what you're doing, please. I'm Corporal Nobbs, Ankh-Morpork City Ordnance Inspection City Audit—' The piece of paper was waved in front of the man's eyes at vision-blurring speed, and Nobby's voice faltered a bit as he contemplated the epaper on you, Fred? Quick!''Yes, but—' said Sergeant Colon.'Any paper! Now!'Colon fumbled in his pocket and handed Nobby his grocery bill just as the door opened. Nobby swaggered in at high speed, forcing the man inside to walk backwards.'Don't run off!' he shouted, 'I haven't found anything wrong—''I wasn't r—''—YET!'Carrot had time to get an impression of a cavernous place full of complicated shadows. Apart from the man, who was fatter than Colon, there were a couple of trolls who appeared to be operating a grindstone. Current events did not seem to have penetrated the thick walls.nd
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Mark Spain Contemplation
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meant clockwork to power my flying machine. But it won't work.'
'Oh.'
'There's a limit to the power of a spring, no matter how tightly one winds it.'
'Oh, yes. Yes. places. Their silicon brains were used to operating at low temperatures. But down on the muggy plains the heat build-up slowed them down and made them dull. It wasn't that only stupid trolls came down to the city. Trolls who decided to come down to And you hope that if you wind a spring one way, all its energies will unwind the other way. And sometimes you have to wind the spring as tight as it will go,' said Vetinari, 'and pray it doesn't break.'His expression changed.'Oh dear,' he said.'Pardon?' said Leonard.'He didn't thump the wall. I may have gone too far.' Detritus sat and steamed. Now he felt hungry – not for food, but for things to think about. As the temperature sank, the efficiency of his brain increased even more. It needed something to do.He calculated the number of bricks in the wall, first in twos and then in tens and finally in sixteens. The numbers formed up and marched past his brain in terrified obedience. Division and multiplication were discovered. Algebra was invented and provided an interesting diversion for a minute or two. And then he felt the fog of numbers drift away, and looked up and saw the sparkling, distant mountains of calculus.Trolls evolved in high, rocky and above all in cold
meant clockwork to power my flying machine. But it won't work.'
'Oh.'
'There's a limit to the power of a spring, no matter how tightly one winds it.'
'Oh, yes. Yes. places. Their silicon brains were used to operating at low temperatures. But down on the muggy plains the heat build-up slowed them down and made them dull. It wasn't that only stupid trolls came down to the city. Trolls who decided to come down to And you hope that if you wind a spring one way, all its energies will unwind the other way. And sometimes you have to wind the spring as tight as it will go,' said Vetinari, 'and pray it doesn't break.'His expression changed.'Oh dear,' he said.'Pardon?' said Leonard.'He didn't thump the wall. I may have gone too far.' Detritus sat and steamed. Now he felt hungry – not for food, but for things to think about. As the temperature sank, the efficiency of his brain increased even more. It needed something to do.He calculated the number of bricks in the wall, first in twos and then in tens and finally in sixteens. The numbers formed up and marched past his brain in terrified obedience. Division and multiplication were discovered. Algebra was invented and provided an interesting diversion for a minute or two. And then he felt the fog of numbers drift away, and looked up and saw the sparkling, distant mountains of calculus.Trolls evolved in high, rocky and above all in cold
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Rene Magritte The Ignorant Fairy
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idea of a good time. The Patrician's Palace was a darker shape in the dusk, with one lighted window high up. It was the centre of a well-lit area,
He'd faced trolls and dwarfs and dragons, but now he was having to meet an entirely new species. The rich.
It was always hard to remember, afterwards, how the world looked when she was dans une certaine condition, as her mother had delicately called it.
For example, she remembered seeing smells. The actual streets and which got darker and darker as the view widened and began to take in those parts of the city where you didn't light a candle because that was wasting good food. There was red torchlight around Quarry Lane . . . well, Trolls' New Year, understandable. And a faint glow over the High Energy Magic building at Unseen University; Vimes would arrest all wizards on suspicion of being too bloody clever by half. But more lights than you'd expect to see around Cable and Sheer, the part of the city that people like Captain Quirke referred to as 'tinytown' . . .'Samuel!'Vimes adjusted his cravat as best he could.
idea of a good time. The Patrician's Palace was a darker shape in the dusk, with one lighted window high up. It was the centre of a well-lit area,
He'd faced trolls and dwarfs and dragons, but now he was having to meet an entirely new species. The rich.
It was always hard to remember, afterwards, how the world looked when she was dans une certaine condition, as her mother had delicately called it.
For example, she remembered seeing smells. The actual streets and which got darker and darker as the view widened and began to take in those parts of the city where you didn't light a candle because that was wasting good food. There was red torchlight around Quarry Lane . . . well, Trolls' New Year, understandable. And a faint glow over the High Energy Magic building at Unseen University; Vimes would arrest all wizards on suspicion of being too bloody clever by half. But more lights than you'd expect to see around Cable and Sheer, the part of the city that people like Captain Quirke referred to as 'tinytown' . . .'Samuel!'Vimes adjusted his cravat as best he could.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Paul Gauguin Yellow Christ
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Swallow!, there! Who's a good boy then? You can let him go now.'
The sack slipped from Vimes' arms.
'Bad case of Flameless Gripe,' said Lady Ramkin. 'Hope we've got it in time—'
The dragon ripped its way out of the sack and looked around for something to incinerate. Everyone tried to get out of the way.
Then its eyes crossed, you go to see Havelock?'
Vimes nodded. Never in his life, he thought, would he get used to the idea of the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork having a first name, or that anyone could ever know him well enough to call him by it.
'I've been thinking about this dinner tomorrow night.' he said desperately. 'You know, I really don't think I can—'
'Don't be silly,' said Lady Ramkin. 'You'll enjoy it. It's time you met the Right People. You know that.'
He nodded mournfully.and it hiccuped.The limestone tablet pinged off the opposite wall.'Everybody down!'They leapt for such cover as was provided by a watertrough and a pile of clinkers.The dragon hiccuped again, and looked puzzled.Then it exploded.They stuck their heads up when the smoke had cleared and looked down at the sad little crater.Lady Ramkin took a handkerchief out of a pocket of her leather overall and blew her nose.'Silly little bugger,' she said. 'Oh, well. How are you, Sam? Did
Swallow!, there! Who's a good boy then? You can let him go now.'
The sack slipped from Vimes' arms.
'Bad case of Flameless Gripe,' said Lady Ramkin. 'Hope we've got it in time—'
The dragon ripped its way out of the sack and looked around for something to incinerate. Everyone tried to get out of the way.
Then its eyes crossed, you go to see Havelock?'
Vimes nodded. Never in his life, he thought, would he get used to the idea of the Patrician of Ankh-Morpork having a first name, or that anyone could ever know him well enough to call him by it.
'I've been thinking about this dinner tomorrow night.' he said desperately. 'You know, I really don't think I can—'
'Don't be silly,' said Lady Ramkin. 'You'll enjoy it. It's time you met the Right People. You know that.'
He nodded mournfully.and it hiccuped.The limestone tablet pinged off the opposite wall.'Everybody down!'They leapt for such cover as was provided by a watertrough and a pile of clinkers.The dragon hiccuped again, and looked puzzled.Then it exploded.They stuck their heads up when the smoke had cleared and looked down at the sad little crater.Lady Ramkin took a handkerchief out of a pocket of her leather overall and blew her nose.'Silly little bugger,' she said. 'Oh, well. How are you, Sam? Did
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