Thomas Kinkade Perseverance

Thomas Kinkade PerseveranceJohn Collier A Devonshire OrchardCao Yong Red Umbrella
Terry Pratchett
course these things do happen and my grandfather always
swore by a mixture of honey and horse manure, he rubbed it
on every day—“
“I’m not going bald!”
A tic started to dance across the Bursar’s face. The words started to come out by themselves, without the appar-ent intervention of his brain.
“—and then he.
“The old dried frog pills, right?”
“R-r-r-r.”
“Left-hand pocket?”
“R-r-r-r.”
“OK . .. right. . . swallow ...” got this device with a glass rod and, and,and you rubbed it with a silk cloth and—““I mean it’s ridiculous! My family have never gone bald, except for one of my aunts!”“—and, and, and then he’d collect morning dew andwash his head, and, and, and—“Ridcully subsided. He was not an unkind man.“What’re you taking for it at the moment?” he murmured.“Dried, dried, dried, dried,” stuttered the Bursar