Wednesday, April 29, 2009

John William Godward Dolce far niente

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hi' to rea', e'en if I st' on y'shoulders,' mumbled Cuddy, slumping down further.
'Ah, but my plan involves throwing something through them to attract help,' said Detritus.
'Wha' pla'?'
'I have in fact eventuated twenty-three but this one has a ninety-seven per cent chance of success,' said Detritus, beaming.
'Ha'nt got the possession of other people had always seemed to Throat to be against the proper natural order of things.
Dwarfs were easy enough to cater for. Rat-on-a-stick was simple enough, although it meant a general improvement in Dibbler's normal catering standards.
On the other hand, trolls were basically, when an'ting t'throw,' said Cuddy.'I have,' said Detritus, scooping him up. 'Do not worry. I can compute your trajectory with astonishing precision. And then all you will need to do is fetch Captain Vimes or Carrot or someone.'Cuddy's feeble protests described an arc through the freezing air and vanished along with the window glass.Detritus sat down again. Life was so simple, when you really thought about it. And he was really thinking.He was seventy-six per cent sure he was going to get at least seven degrees colder. Mr Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler, Purveyor, Merchant Venturer and all-round salesman, had thought long and hard about going into ethnic foodstuffs. But it was a natural career procession. The old sausage-in-a-bun trade had been falling off lately, while there were all these trolls and dwarfs around with money in their pockets or wherever it was trolls kept their money, and money in

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