Jack Vettriano Woman Pursued

Well, he'll be sorry later on,' said Glod. 'Later on, people'll talk to him and he'll say: I left, you know, before they became famous.'
'He'll say ook.'even trolls could drink it.
'And after this,' said Glod, as they sat down to wait for the food, 'we'll find somewhere else to stay.'
'What wrong with your place?' said Cliff.
'It's too draughty. It's got a piano‑shaped hole in the door.'
'Yes, but you put it there.'
'So what?'
'Won't the landlord object?'
'Of course he'll object. That's what landlords are for. Anyway, we're on the up and up, lads. I can feel it in my water.''Anyway, that piano's going to need some work.''Yeah,' said Cliff. 'Like, I saw once where dis guy made stuff out of matches. He could repair it.'A couple of dollars became two lamb kormas and pitchblende vindaloo at the Curry Gardens, along with a bottle of wine so chemical that

Jack Vettriano Lazy Hazy Days

And then the man was inside, without actually appearing to have moved, and kicking the door shut in the landlord's face.
'Dibbler's the name,' the grin went on. 'C. M. O. T. Dibbler. I dare say you've heard of me?'
'Gook!'
'I ain't talking to you! I'm talking to you other guys.'
'No,' said Buddy, 'I don't think we have.'
The grin appeared to widen.
'I hear you boys are in a bit of trouble,' start.'
'What about the furniture?' said Buddy.
'Oh, stuff gets busted here every night,' said Dibbler expansively. 'Hibiscus was just having you on. I'll square it with him. Confidentially, you want to watch out for people like him.'
He leaned forward. If his grin had been any wider the top of his head would have fallen off.
'This city, boys,' he said, 'is a jungle.'said Dibbler. 'Broken furniture and whatnot.''We're not even going to get paid,' said Cliff, glaring at Glod.'Well now,' said Dibbler, 'it could just be that I could help you there. I'm a businessman. I do business. I can see you boys are musicians. You play music. You don't want to worry your heads about money stuff, right? Gets in the way of the creative processes, am I right? How about if you leave that to me?''Huh,' said Glod, still smarting from the insult to his financial acumen. 'And what can you do?''Well,' said Dibbler, ' I can get you paid for tonight, for a
'If he can get us paid, I trust him,' said Glod.

Thomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDER

Constable Detritus, Ankh‑Morpork City Watch, was guarding the Opera House. It was an approach to policing that he'd picked up from not wish to appear stupid. Detritus had never been inside the Opera House. He didn't know what sound it normally made at 2 a.m.
The front doors opened, and a large oddly shaped flat box came out, hesitantly. It advanced in a curious way ‑ a few steps forward, a couple of steps back. And it was also talking to itself.
Detritus looked down. He could see . . . he paused . . . at least seven legs of various sizes, only four of which had feet.
He shambled across to the box and banged on the side.Sergeant Colon. When you were all by yourself in the middle of a rainy night, go and guard something big with handy overhanging eaves. Colon had pursued this policy for years, as a result of which no major landmark had ever been stolen.[It had been an uneventful night. About an hour earlier a 64‑foot organ pipe had dropped out of the sky. Detritus had wandered over to inspect the crater, but he wasn't quite certain if this was criminal activity. Besides, for all he knew this was how you got organ pipes.For the last five minutes he'd also been hearing muffled thumps and the occasional tinkling noise from inside the Opera House. He'd made a note of it. He did

Paul Gauguin Yellow Christ

from?' said the troll.
'Llamedos,' said Imp. He shut his eyes. He knew what trolls and dwarfs traditionally did to people suspected of being elves. The Guild of Musicians could take lessons.
'What dat you got dere?' said the troll. It had two large squares of darkish glass in front of its eyes, supported by wire frames hooked around its ears.
'It's a harp, see.'
it up to its knees in a circle. It tends to feel it has cause for disgruntlement.
'Everyone dresses like this in Llamedos, see,' said Imp. 'But I'm a bard! I'm not a druid. I hate rocks!'
'Whoops,' said the dwarf quietly.
The troll looked Imp up and down, slowly and deliberately. Then it said, without any particular 'Dat what you play?''Yes.''You a druid, den?''No!'There was silence again as the troll marshalled its thoughts.'You look like a druid in dat nightie,' it rumbled, after a while.The dwarf on the other side of Imp began to snigger.Trolls disliked druids, too. Any sapient species which spends a lot of time in a stationary, rock‑like pose objects to any other species which drags it sixty miles on rollers and buries

Gustave Courbet The Origin of the World

Vetinari stood up as he saw the Watch running towards him. That was why the first shot went through his thigh, instead of Angua sprang away.
'Here! Wait for me!' barked Gaspode. 'That's the Shades that way!'

A third shot knocked a chip out of Detritus, who slammed into the carriage, knocking it on its side and severing the traces. The horses scrambled away. The coachman had already made a lightning comparison between current job conditions and his rates of pay and had vanished into the crowd.
Vimes slid to a halt behind the overturned carriage. Another shot spanged off the cobbles near his arm.
'Detritus?'his chest.Then Carrot cleared the door of the carriage and flung himself across the man, which is why the next shot went through Carrot. Angua slunk out.Gaspode relaxed slightly.'I can't go back,' said Angua. 'I—'She froze. Her ears twitched.'What? What?''He's been hurt!'

Thomas Moran Chicago World's Fair

only back in Elm Street. This is my only uniform.'
'You have to put some clothes on when you're human ?'
'Yes.'
'Why? I would have thought a nude woman would be at home in any company, no offence meant.'
'I prefer clothes.'in any case. These looked uglier than necessary.
The militia peered around a corner.
'There's hundreds of people,' said Colon. And loads of trolls outside the Day Watch.'
'Where's the crowd thickest?' said Carrot.
Anywhere the trolls are,' said Colon. He remembereGaspode sniffed at the dirt.'Come on, then,' he sighed. 'We'd better catch up Foul Ole Ron before your chainmail becomes a bottle of Bearhugger's, yes?'Angua looked around. The scent of Foul Ole Ron was practically tangible.'All right. But let's be quick about it.'Wolfbane? You didn't need daft old herbs to make your life a problem, if you spent one week every month with two extra legs and four extra nipples. There were crowds around the Patrician's Palace, and outside the Assassins' Guild. A lot of beggars were in evidence. They looked ugly. Looking ugly is a beggar's stock in trade

Leroy Neiman World Class Skier

'They're right there!'
Nobby selected one from the shelf and dropped it into its slot. Then he sighted along the shaft. He turned.
'I like this inventory,' said Nobby. 'We'll take it all.'
The man looked down theof the metal penetrated the back of the armourer's fleshy red neck.
'Now, the one behind you, that's a big bow,' said Nobby.
It wasn't as if the six-foot iron arrow was sharp. It was supposed to smash through doorways, not do surgery.
'Can I pull the trigger yet?' Detritus rumbled, into the man's sights at Nobby's eye and, to Angua's horrified admiration, didn't faint.'That little bow don't scare me,' he said.'This little bow scare you?' said Nobby. 'No. Right. This is a little bow. A little bow like this wouldn't scare a man like you, because it's such a little bow. It'd need a bigger bow than this to scare a man like you.'Angua would have given a month's pay to see the quartermaster's face from the front. She'd watched as Detritus had lifted down the siege bow, cocked it with one hand and a barely audible grunt, and stepped forward. Now she could imagine the eyeballs swivelling as the coldness