Monday 20 April 2009

Thomas Moran Moonlit Seascape

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Ridcully looked the elegantly dressed stranger up and down or, rather, down and further down.
Terry Pratchett
“You don’t REPAIRED

Ponder peered over Ridcully’s shoulder.
“Are you really an outrageous liar?”
“No.”
“Why are you trying to rob coaches, then?”
“I am afraid I was waylaid by bandits.”
“But it says here,” said Ridcully, “that you are a finest swordsman.”
“I was outnumbered.”
“How many of them were there?”
“Three million.”look like a dwarf,” he said, “apart from the height, that is.”“Don’t look like a dwarf apart from the height?”“I mean, the helmet and iron boots department is among those you are lacking in,” said Ridcully.The dwarf bowed and produced a slip of pasteboard from one grubby but lace-clad sleeve.“My card,” he said.It read:S^ayyz^ G>a^<2^wza^WORLD’S SECOND GREATEST LOVER FINEST SWORDSMAN SOLDIER OF FORTUNEOUTRAGEOUS LIAR STEPLADDERS

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