Tuesday, April 28, 2009

John Singleton Copley The Death of Major Pierson

John Singleton Copley The Death of Major Pierson
the four food groups: sugar, starch, grease and burnt crunchy bits.
'I'd like a couple of eggs,' said Vimes, 'with the yolks real hard but the whites so runny that they drip like treacle. And I want bacon, that special bacon all covered with bony nodules and dangling bits of fat. And a slice of fried bread. The kind that makes your arteries go clang just by looking at it.'
'Tough order,' said Harga.
'You managed it yesterday. And give me some more coffee. Black as midnight on a moonless night.'
Harga looked surprised. That wasn't like Vimes.
'How black's that, then?' he said.
'Oh, pretty damn black, I should think.'
John Singleton Copley The Copley Family
necessarily.'
'What?'
'You get more stars on a moonless night. Stands to reason. They show up more. It can be quite bright on a moonless night.'
Vimes sighed.
'An overcast moonless night?' he said.
Harga looked carefully at his coffee pot.
'Cumulus or cirro-nimbus?'
'I'm sorry? What did you say?'
'You gets city lights reflected off cumulus, because it's low lying, see. Mind you, you can get high-altitude scatter off the ice crystals in—'
'A moonless night,' said Vimes, in a hollow voice, 'that is as black as that coffee.'
'Right!'
John Singleton Copley Brook Watson And The Shark
up there'll be long gone by the time we get there. We must tell the captain.''You think she was killed by the same thing as Hammer hock ?''Yes.' 'There are . . . niner birds.''That's right.''There are . . . one bridge.''Right.''There are . . . four-ten boats.'All right.''There are . . . one tousand. Three hundret. Six-ty. Four bricks.''OK.''There are—''I should give it a rest now. You don't want to wear everything out by counting—''There are – one running man . . .''What? Where?'

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