Henri Matisse Le bonheur de vivre

Henri Matisse Le bonheur de vivreGeorges Seurat The CircusGeorges Seurat Le ChahutWilliam Blake Nebuchadnezzar
-Constable Detritus – don't salute! - and Lance-Constable Cuddy, also Lance-Constable Angua. We hope you will have a long and – what's that you've got there, Cuddy?'
'What?' said Cuddy, innocently.
'I can't help noticing that you still has got there what appears to be a double-headed throwing axe, lance-constable, despite what I vouchsafed to you earlier re Guard rules.'
'Cultural weapon, —'
'Sergeant?'
'Now wh – Oh, it's you, Corporal Carrot. Yes?'
Aren't you forgetting something, sergeant?' said Carrot.
'I dunno,' said Colon cautiously. Am I?'sergeant?' said Cuddy hopefully.'You can leave it in your locker. Guards carry one sword, short, and one truncheon.'With the exception of Detritus, he added mentally. Firstly, because even the longest sword nestled in the troll's huge hand like a toothpick, and secondly, because until they'd got this saluting business sorted out he wasn't about to see a member of the Watch nail his own hand to his own ear. He'd have a truncheon, and like it. Even then, he'd probably beat himself to death.Trolls and dwarfs! Dwarfs and trolls! He didn't deserve it, not at his time of life. And that wasn't the worst of it.He coughed again. When he read from his clipboard, it was in the sing-song voice of someone who learned his public speaking at school.'Right,' he said again, a little uncertainly. 'So. Says here