Jean Beraud A Game of Billiards

Jean Beraud A Game of BilliardsHenri Rousseau The Football PlayersPaul Cezanne Young Man with a Skull
'Not much. I never really spent anything. I've often wondered what being poor was like.'
'You're going to get a huge opportunity to find out.'
'Will I need training?'
'It comes naturally,' said Rincewind. 'You pick it up as you go along.' There was a distant explosion and part of the ceiling turned to jelly.
'Erm, excuse me,' said Nijel, 'this carpet ...'
'Yes,' said Conina, 'the carpet.'
Creosote gave them a benevolent, slightly tipsy smile.
'Ah, yes. The carpet. Push the nose of the statue behind you, peach-buttocked jewel of the desert dawn.'
Conina, blushing, performed this act of minor sacrilege on a large green statue of Offler the Crocodile God.
Nothing the Crocodile God grated ponderously aside. There was a tunnel behind him.
'My grandfather had this built for our more interest­ing treasure,' said Creosote. 'He was very-’ he groped for a word-’ingenious.'happened. Secret compartments assiduously failed to open.'Um. Try the left hand.'She gave it an experimental twist. Creosote scratched his head.'Maybe it was the right hand...''I should try and remember, if I were you,' said Con­ina sharply, when that didn't work either. 'There aren't many bits left that I'd care to pull.''What's that thing there?' said Rincewind.'You're really going to hear about it if it isn't the tail,' said Conina, and gave it a kick.There was a distant metallic groaning noise, like a saucepan in pain. The statue shuddered. It was fol­lowed by a few heavy clonks somewhere inside the wall, and Offler
'If you think I'm setting foot in there-’ Rincewind began