Music and Literature

Music and LiteratureUnknown Artist heda Still LifeJohn Constable Wivenhoe Park Essex
family stared at the money for some time. The wife sighed.
'Riches bring many problems,' she said. 'What are we to do?'
'We return to road ran out into rich black earth country of the Sto plain, constructed over eons by the periodic flooding of the great slow Ankh that brought to the region prosperity, security and chronic arthritis.
It was also extremely boring. As the light distilled from silver to gold Mort galloped across Klatch,' said the husband firmly, 'where our children can grow up in a proper country, true to the glorious traditions of our ancient race and men do not need to work as waiters for wicked masters but can stand tall and proud. And we must leave right now, fragrant blossom of the date palm.''Why so soon, O hard-working son of the desert?''Because,' said the man, 'I have just sold the Patrician's champion racehorse.' The horse wasn't as fine or as fast as Binky, but it swept the miles away under its hooves and easily outdistanced a few mounted guards who, for some reason, appeared anxious to talk to Mort. Soon the shanty suburbs of Morpork were left behind and the