Amedeo Modigliani Landscape

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'Would you say it was a bit dark and greasy and smelt like a very ill horse?'
'Very accurate deshcription, I'd shay.'
'He wouldn't agree. He'd say it was a magnificent barbarian tent, hung with the pelts of the great beasts hunted by the lean-eyed warriors from the edge of civilisation, and smelt of the rare and curious resins plundered from the caravans as they crossed the trackless – well, and so on. I mean it,' he added.
'He'sh mad?'
'Sort of mad. But mad with lots of money.'
'Ah, then he can't be mad. I've been around; if a man hash lotsh of money he'sh just ecshentric.'
Cohen awkwardly through the soft snow, came the Luggage. No-one ever asked its opinion about anything.
turned in his saddle again. Twoflower was telling Bethan how Cohen had single-handed defeated the snake warriors of the witch lord of S'belinde and stolen the sacred diamond from the giant statue of Offler the Crocodile God.A weird smile formed among the wrinkles of Cohen's face.'I could tell him to shut up, if you like,' said Rincewind.'Would he?''No, not really.''Let him babble,' said Cohen. His hand fell to the handle of his sword, polished smooth by the grip of decades.'Anyway, I like his eyes,' he said. They can see for fifty years.'A hundred yards behind them, hopping rather
By evening they had come to the edge of the high plains, and rode down through gloomy pine forests that had only been lightly dusted by the snowstorm. It was a landscape of huge cracked