John Singer Sargent The Breakfast Table

John Singer Sargent The Breakfast TableRembrandt Susanna and the EldersRembrandt Diana Bathing with the Stories of Actaeon and Callisto
and brilliance, would be his command.
'I shall . 'I always thought genies had just the one.'
The genie explained wearily that in fact he had several lamps. There was a small but well-appointed lamp where he lived during the week, another rather unique lamp in the country, a carefully restored peasant rushlight in an unspoilt wine­growing district near Quirm, and just recently a set of derelict lamps in the docks area of Ankh-Morpork that had great potential, once the smart crowd got there, to become the occult equivalent of a suite of offices and a wine bar.smash the lamp,' she said quietly.The genie flashed her a smile and spoke hastily into the thing he was cradling between his chin and his shoulder.'Fine,' he said. 'Great. It's a slice, believe me. Have your people call my people. Stay beyond, okay? Bye.' He lowered the instrument. 'Bastard,' he said vaguely.'I really shall smash the lamp,' said Conina.'Which lamp is this?' said the genie hurriedly.'How many have you got?' said Nijel