Tamara de Lempicka The Musician in Blue

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“No, thank you,” said Ponder Stibbons. “They give me wind.”
“Oook?”
“I like to listen to a man who likes to talk! Whoops!
Sawdust and treacle! Put that in your herring and smoke it!”
“I don’t of
any theatrical performance. Since a roasted peanut is a dangerous and
painful item when hurled with pinpoint accuracy, directors in Ankh-
Morpork had long ago taken the hint. This made some of the grand guig-
nol melodramas a little unusual, but it was considered that plays like “Thethink he wants one,” said Ponder.The curtain went up, or at least was pulled aside by Carter the baker.The Entertainment began.The Librarian watched in deepening gloom. It was amaz-ing. Normally he quite liked a badly acted play, provided enough confectionery stayed airborne, but these people weren’t even good at bad acting. Also, no one seemed to be on the point of throwing anything.*The Librarian, an ape of simple but firmly held tastes, considered anepisode with custard pies, buckets of whitewash, and especially that bitwhen someone takes someone else’s hat off, fills it with something oozy, and replaces it on the deadpan head while the orchestra plays “WHAH ... Whah . . . whah . . . whaaaa ...” to be an absolutely essential part