Henri Matisse OdalisqueHenri Matisse MusicHenri Matisse Le bonheur de vivreGeorges Seurat The Circus
was indeed a river, according to legend, one drop of which would rob a man of his memory.
Many people assumed that this was the river Ankh, whose waters can be drunk or even cut up and chewed. A drink from the Ankh would quite probably rob a man of his memory, or at least cause things to happen to him that he would on no account wish to recall.
In fact there was another river that would do the trick. There was, of course, a snag. No‑one knows where it is, because 'But maybe we shallll be ablle to pay when we've earned some,' said Imp weakly. 'If you could just, you know, llet us have a week or two–’
'Can't let you play anywhere without you being members of the Guild,' said Mr Clete.
'But we can't be members of the Guild until we've played,' said Glod.they're always pretty thirsty when they find it.Death turned his attention elsewhere.'Seventy‑five dollllars?' said Imp. 'Just to pllay music?''That's twenty‑five dollars registration fee, twenty per cent of fees, and fifteen dollars voluntary compulsory annual subscription to the Pension Fund,' said Mr Clete, secretary of the Guild.'But we haven't got that much money!'The man gave a shrug which indicated that, although the world did indeed have many problems, this was one of them that was not his.