Thursday, March 5, 2009

Johannes Vermeer Woman with a Pearl Necklace

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Which explains why, when the shop finally materialised in Ankh-Morpork, Rincewind sat bolt upright and said 'We're here,' quicker than a totally sane person.'
'That doesn't make sense,' said Bethan, 'or if it makes sense, I don't like it.' .
The star was bigger than the sun. There would be no night tonight. On the opposite horizon the Disc's own sunlet was doing its best to set normally, but the general effect of all that red light was to make the city, never particularly beautiful, look like something painted by a fanatical artist after a bad time on the shoe polish.
But it was Home. Rincewind peered up and down the mpty street and felt almost happy.Bethan went pale and Twoflower, who had no sense of smell, said, 'Really? How can you tell?'It had been a long afternoon. They had broken into realspace in a number of walls in a variety of cities because, according to the shopkeeper, the Disc's magical field was playing up and upsetting everything.All the cities were empty of most of their citizens and belonged to roaming gangs of crazed left-ear people.'Where do they all come from?' said Twoflower, as they fled yet another mob.'Inside every sane person there's a madman struggling to get out,' said the shopkeeper. 'That's what I've always thought. No one goes mad

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