Vincent van Gogh Two Cypresses

Vincent van Gogh Two CypressesEdmund Blair Leighton Stitching the StandardFrancois Boucher Nude on a SofaFrank Dicksee La Belle Dame Sans MerciBenjamin Williams Leader The Last Gleam, Wargrave on Thames
Windle squinted at the small object that was thrust triumphantly under his nose.
‘Well, er . . .’ he said diffidently, ‘I’d say . . . yes . . . hmm . . . yes, the smell
is very and creaked along the corridors until he reached his room. Someone else seemed to have moved some of their stuff into it, but Windle dealt with that by simply picking it all up in one sweep of his arms and throwing it out into the corridor.
Then he lay down on the bed.distinctive, isn’t it . . . yes, quite definitely. Allium sativum. The common domestic garlic. Yes?’The wizards stared at him. They stared at the little white clove. They stared at Windle again.‘I am right, aren’t I?’ he said, and made an attempt at a smile. ‘Er,’ said the Archchancellor.’Yes. Yes, that’s right.’ Ridcully cast around for something to add.‘Well done, ‘ he said.‘Thank you for trying,’ said Windle.’I really appreciate it.’ He stepped forward. The wizards might as well have tried to hold back a glacier. ‘And now I ‘m going to have a lie down, ‘ he said.’ It’s been a long day.’ He lurched into the building