Edvard Munch Girls on a Bridge

Edvard Munch Girls on a BridgeUnknown Artist Brent Heighton After the RainAlbert Moore silver
, we’ll never get them out,’ said Arthur. ‘Not like that. Can’t you wake them up?’
‘word on ‘em to start ‘em up.’
‘What, like “security”?’
‘Could be.’
Windle peered at the Dean. ‘No,’ he said at last, ‘no-one’s got that much clay.’ He looked around them. ‘We ought to find out where that blasted music’s coming from.’
‘Where the musicians are hidden, you mean?’
‘I don’t think there are musicians.’
‘You’ve got to have musicians, brother,’ said Reg. ‘That’s why it’s called music.’
‘Firstly, this isn’t like any music I’ve ever heard, and Light a feather under their nose,’ Doreen volunteered.‘I don’t think that will work, ‘ said Windle. He based the statement on the nearly under their noses, and anyone whose nasal equipment failed to register Mr Shoe would certainly not react to a mere burning feather. Or a heavy weight dropped from a great height, if it came to that. ‘Mr Poons,’ said Ludmilla.‘I used to know a golem looked like him,’ said Reg Shoe. ‘Just like him. Great big chap, made out of clay. That’s what your typical golem basically is. You just have to write a special holy