Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the City

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the CityJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beaching the Boat (study)Joseph Mallord William Turner Mortlake Terrace
Mustrum Ridcully trotted into his study and took his wizard’s staff from its rack over the fireplace. He licked his finger and gingerly touched the top of the staff.
There was a small octarine spark and a smell of greasy tin.
He headed, like the sort of thing the maids trundled around loaded with mops and fresh linen and whatever it was maids pushed around. Ridcully made a mental note to take it up with the housekeeper. Then he forgot about it.
‘Damn wire wheely things are gettin’ everywhere,’ he muttered. Upon the word “damn”, something like a large blue-bottle with cat-sized dentures flopped out of the air, fluttered madly as it back for the door.Then he turned around slowly, because his brain had just had time to analyse the study’s cluttered contents ‘What the hell’s that doin’ there?’ he said. He prodded it with the tip of the staff. It gave a jingling noise and rolled a little way.It looked vaguely, but not very much