Camille Pissarro Place du Theatre Francais

Camille Pissarro Place du Theatre FrancaisCamille Pissarro Landscape at ChaponvalSir Henry Raeburn Boy And RabbitJean Fragonard Young Girl ReadingJean Fragonard The Stolen Kiss
well,’ he said cheerfully, ‘Holy Wood, here we come.’
‘Yeah,’ said Silverfish, shaking his head as if to dislodge a disquieting thought. ‘Funny thing, really. I’ve got. this – at least nine-tenths of all the original reality ever created lies outside the multiverse, and since the multiverse by definition includes absolutely everything that is anything, this puts a bit of a strain on things.
Outside the boundaries of the universes lie the raw realities, the couldhave-beens, the might-bes, the neverweres, the wild ideas, all being created and uncreated chaotically like elements in fermenting supernovas. feeling . . . that we’ve been going there . . . all this time.’ Several thousand miles under Silverfish, Great A’Tuin the world turtle sculled dreamily on through the starry night. Reality is a curve. That’s not the problem. The problem is that there isn’t as much as there should be. According to some of the more mystical texts in the stacks of the library of Unseen University – the Discworld’s premier college of wizardry and big dinners, whose collection of books is so massive that it distorts Space and Time –