Wassily Kandinsky Composition VIII

Wassily Kandinsky Composition VIIIVincent van Gogh SunflowersVincent van Gogh ReaperEdmund Blair Leighton Off
Magrat reached up instinctively, removed the winged helmet, and patted her hair. Bits of twigs and fragments of heather had twisted themselves in it with comb-breaking complexity It never looked good for five minutes together at the best of times; now it was a bird’s nest.
“I think I’ll leave it,” she said.
Granny nodded approvingly
“That’s the way of it,” she said. “It’s not what you’ve got that matters, it’s how you’ve got it. Well, we’re just about ready, then.”
Nanny “I thought perhaps just some salad and quiche and some light—“ Magrat said, imploringly.
The cook’s whiskery chin stuck out firmly.leaned toward her and whispered.“What? Oh, yes. Where’s the groom?”“He’s a bit muzzy. Not sure what happened,” said Magrat.“Perfectly normal,” said Nanny, “after a stag night.”297Terry PratehettThere were difficulties to overcome:“We need a Best Man.”“Ook.”“Well, at least put some clothes on.” Mrs. Scorbic the cook folded her huge pink arms.“Can’t be done,” she said firmly.