William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere Debout

William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere DeboutJohn Constable Malvern HallJohn William Waterhouse The Sorceress
was any beer here, probably. It was a funny thing, but in chilly cities like Ankh-Morpork the big drink was beer, which cooled you down, but in places like this, where the whole sky was an oven with the door left open, people drank, and they’re telling me that as far as your body is concerned your brain is in a minority of one.
Yes? But it's got the casting vote, then.
Hah! That's what you think. Your heart has got nothing to do tiny little sticky drinks which set fire to the back of your throat. And the architecture was all wrong. And they had statues in their temples that, well, just weren't suitable. This wasn't the right kind of place for wizards. Of course, they had some local grown alternative, enchanters or some such, but not what you'd call decent magic ...Conina strolled ahead of him, humming to herself.You rather like her, don't you? I can tell, said a voice in his head.Oh blast, thought Rincewind, you're not my conscience again, are you?Your libido. It's a bit stuffy in here, isn't it? You haven't had it done up since the last time I was around.Look, go away, will you? I'm a wizard! Wizards are ruled by their heads, not by their hearts!And I'm getting votes from your glands