Piet Mondrian Composition 2

Piet Mondrian Composition 2Steve Thoms PoppiesEdvard Munch Puberty 1894
Twoflower rummaged in the Luggage and produced a large sack. He began to fill it with clothes and money and the picture box until finally the Luggage was completely empty. The last thing he put in was his souvenir musical cigarette box with the shell-encrusted lid, carefully wrapped in soft paper.
'It's all yours,' he said, shutting the Luggage's lid. 'I shan't really need it any more, and it won't fit on my wardrobe anyway.'
'What?'
'Don't you want it?'
'Well, I – of course, but – it's yours. It follows you, not me.'
'Luggage,' Twoflower walked up the gangplank, which the impatient crew hauled up behind him.
The rowing drum started its beat and the ship was propelled slowly out onto the turbid waters of the Ankh, now back to their old level, where it caught the tide and turned towards the open sea.said Twoflower, 'this is Rincewind. You're his, right?'The Luggage slowly extended its legs, turned very deliberately and looked at Rincewind.'I don't think it belongs to anyone but itself, really,' said Twoflower.'Yes,' said Rincewind uncertainly.'Well, that's about it, then,' said Twoflower. He held out his hand.'Goodbye, Rincewind. I'll send you a postcard when I get Home Or something.''Yes. Any time you're passing, there's bound to be someone here who knows where I am.''Yes. Well. That's it, then.''That's it, right enough.''Right.''Yep.'