Unknown Artist Ranson Apple Tree with Red Fruit

Unknown Artist Ranson Apple Tree with Red FruitUnknown Artist Spring is in the AirSalvador Dali The Great MasturbatorSalvador Dali Leda AtomicaJoseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal Venice
'And, brethren - and sistren, of course - we must ask ourselves, we must ask ourselves, we, er, yes.' His voice waxed again with new confidence. 'Yes, we must ask ourselves why the gods are at hand. And without doubt it is because we have not been assiduous enough in our worship, we have, er, we have lusted after graven idols.'
The , made the eyes water.
Koomi's heart thumped. 'Well, why not?' he said. 'Things were better then, weren't they?'
'But, er, I thought we stopped all that sort of thing. Population decline and so forth.'
There was a monstrous splash out in the river. Tzut, the Snake-Headed God of the Upper Djel, surfaced and regarded the assembled priesthood solemnly. Then Fhez, the Crocodile-Headed God of the Lower priests exchanged glances. Had they? How did you do it, actually? 'And, yes, and what about sacrifices? Time was when a sacrifice was a sacrifice, not some messing around with a chicken and flowers.' This caused some coughing in the audience. 'Are we talking maidens here?' said one of the priests uncertainly. 'Ahem.' 'And inexperienced young men too, certainly,' he said quickly. Sarduk was one of the older goddesses, whose female worshippers got up to no good in sacred groves; the thought of her wandering around the landscape somewhere, bloody to the elbows