John Singer Sargent Lady Agnew

John Singer Sargent Lady AgnewLord Frederick Leighton SolitudeFrancois Boucher Venus Consoling LoveFrancois Boucher The Toilet of Venus
they were torturing to draw closer in the light of the burning buildings...
“’With a about Gathering Peasecods? We might as well get some practice in, since we’re here ...”
“There’s some people up ahead,” said Tailor, as he skipped past, “I can see torches an’ that.”
“Human, two, three, or more elves?”
“Dunno!”
Jason spun and danced back.
“Is that you, our Jason?”
Jason cackled as the voice echoed among the dripping trees.
“It’s our mam! And our Shawn. And—and lots of people!
We’ve made it, lads!”
“Jason,” said Carter.WACK foladiddle-di-do, sing too-rah-li-ay!’”Six sticks did their work, right on the beat.“Where’re we goin’, Jason?”“I reckon we’ve gone down Slippery Hollow and’re cir-cling back toward the town,” said Jason, hopping past Baker. “Keep goin’. Carter!”“The rain’s got in the keys, Jason!”“Don’t matter! They don’t know the difference! It’s good enough for folk music!”“I think I broke my stick on that last one, Jason!”“Just you keep dancing, Tinker! Now, lads . . . how277Terry Pratehett
“Yes?”