Leonardo da Vinci Leda 1508

Leonardo da Vinci Leda 1508Thomas Kinkade The Light of PeaceThomas Kinkade The Edge of WildernessThomas Kinkade St. Nicholas CircleThomas Kinkade Silent Night
sighed. Tomjon's memory for ill-judged remarks was legendary.
'All right,' he said. 'Just the one, though. Somewhere decent.'
'I promise.' Tomjon adjusted his hat. It had a feather in it.
'By the way,' he said, 'exactly how does one quaff?'
'I think it means you spill most of it,' said Hwel.

If the water of the river Ankh was rather thicker and more full of personality than ordinary river water, so the air in the Mended Drum was more crowded than normal air. It was like dry fog.
Tomjon and watched the pair as they pushed their way through the crowd to the bar, a hundred mouths paused in the act of drinking, cursing or pleading, and ninety-nine brows crinkled with the effort of working out whether the newcomers fell into category A, people to be frightened of or B, people to frighten.
Tomjon walked through the crowd as though it was his property and, with the impetuosity of youthHwel watched it spilling out into the street. The door burst open and a man came through backwards, not actually touching the ground until he hit the wall on the opposite side of the street.An enormous troll, employed by the owners to keep a measure of order in the place, came out dragging two more limp bodies which he deposited on the cobbles, kicking them once or twice in soft places.'I reckon they're roistering in there, don't you?' said Tomjon.'It looks like it,' said Hwel. He shivered. He hated taverns. People always put their drinks down on his head.They scurried in quickly while the troll was holding one unconscious drinker up by one leg and banging his head on the cobbles in a search for concealed valuables.Drinking in the Drum has been likened to diving in a swamp, except that in a swamp the alligators don't pick your pockets first. Two hundred eyes