Bill Brauer Salsa Dancers

Bill Brauer Salsa DancersUnknown Artist Pink Floyd Back CatalogueVincent van Gogh Wheat Field with Rising SunVincent van Gogh Wheat Field 1889
'You may go.'
'You can't—'
'I said you may go, Captain Vimes!'
'Sir.'Normally.
Vimes seemed in a suitable emotional state. With any luck, the orders would have the desired effect . . .

There's a bar like it in every big city. It's where the coppers Vimes saluted. Then he turned about, and marched out of the room. He closed the door carefully, so that there was barely a click.The Patrician heard him thump the wall outside. Vimes wasn't aware, but there were a number of barely perceptible dents in the wall outside the Oblong Office, their depths corresponding to his emotional state at the time.By the sound of it, this one would need the services of a plasterer.Lord Vetinari permitted himself a smile, although there was no humour in it.The city operated. It was a self-regulating college of Guilds linked by the inexorable laws of mutual self-interest, and it worked. On average. By and large. Overall. Normally.The last thing you needed was some Watchman blundering around upsetting things, like a loose . . . a loose . . . a loose siege catapult.