Lord Frederick Leighton Solitude

Lord Frederick Leighton SolitudeFrancois Boucher Venus Consoling LoveFrancois Boucher The Toilet of Venus
Nothing to it,’ said Ridcully.’Nothing to worry about. Read up on it last night, ‘s’matterofact. You can do it with three bits of wood and -‘ ‘Four cc of mouse blood,’ said the Senior Wrangler mournfully.’You don’t even? Seemed to be everywhere. Lord Vetinari wouldn’t listen to us, oh no. He paid that glib bugger in the red and yellow tights a thousand gold pieces to get rid of ‘em.’ ‘It worked, though,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. ‘Of course it bloody worked,’ said the Dean.’It worked in Quirm and Sto Lat as well. He’d have got away with it in Pseudopolis as well if someone hadn’t recognised him. Mr so-called Amazing Maurice and His Educated Rodents!’
‘It’s no good trying to change the subject,’ said Ridcully need that. You can use two bits of wood and an egg. It has to be a fresh egg, though.’‘Why?’‘I suppose the mouse feels happier about it.’‘No, I mean the egg.’‘Oh, who knows how an egg feels?’‘Anyway,’ said the Dean, ‘it’s dangerous. I’ve always felt that he only stays in the octogram for the look of the thing. I hate it when he peers at you and seems to be counting.’‘Yes,’ said the Senior Wrangler.’We don’t need to do that. We get over most things. Dragons, monsters. Rats. Remember the rats last year