Woman with a Parasol

Woman with a Parasol
Venus and Cupid
Vermeer girl with the pearl earring
virgin of the rocks
I need," the farmer broke in, demonstrating imperious disregard for Threepio'sas yet unenumerated secondary functions, "a 'droid that knows something aboutbinary language of independently programmable moisture vaporators." "Vaporators! We are both in luck," Threepio countered. "My first post-primary assignment was in programming binary load lifters. Very similar inconstruction and memory-function to your vaporators. You could almost say…" Luke tapped his uncle on the shoulder and whispered something in his ear.His uncle nodded, then looked back at the attentive Threepio again. "Do you speak Bocce?" "Of course, sir," Threepio replied, confident for a change with a wholly honestanswer. "It's like a second language to me. "I'm as fluent in Bocce as—" the farmer appeared determined never to allow him to conclude a sentence."Shut up." Owen Lars looked down at the jawa. "I'll take this one, too." "Shutting up, sir," responded Threepio quickly, hard put to conceal his glee atbeing selected. "Take them down to the garage, Luke," his uncle instructed him. "I want you tohave both of them cleaned up by suppertime." Luke looked askance at his uncle. "But I was going into Tosche station to pickup some new power converters and…" "Don't lie to me, Luke," his uncle warned him sternly. "I don't mind youwasting time with your idle friends, but only after you've finished your chores. Nowhop to it—and before supper, mind."