Caravaggio Beheading of Saint John the Baptist

Caravaggio Beheading of Saint John the BaptistJohannes Vermeer Woman with a Pearl NecklaceJohannes Vermeer Saint Praxidis
They gets in the way of education. All them books. Books?
What good are they? There’s too much reading these days. We never had time to read when we was young, I know that.”
“We were too busy makin’ our own entertainment.”
“Right. Come on—we ain’t got much time.”
“What d’you mean?”
“It’s not just the girls. There’s something out there, too.
Some kind of their eyes. Granny Weatherwax had many times flicked through the channels of consciousness around her. It was, to her, part of the heart of witchcraft. To see through other eyes . ..
. . . through the eyes of gnats, seeing the slow patterns of time in the fast pattern of one day, their minds traveling rapidly as lightning...
... to listen with the body of a beetle, so that the world is a three-dimensional pattern of mind, movin’ around.”Granny shivered. She’d been aware of it in the same way that a skilled hunter, moving through the hills, is aware of another hunter—by the silences where there should have been noise, by the trampling of a stem, by the anger of the bees.Nanny Ogg had never liked the idea of Borrowing, and Magrat had always refused even to give it a try. The old witches on the other side of the mountain had too much trouble with inconvenient in-body experiences to cope with the out-of-body kind. So Granny was used to having the mental dimension to herself.There was a mind moving around in the kingdom, and Granny Weatherwax didn’t understand it.She Borrowed. You had to be careful. It was like a drug. You could ride the minds of animals and birds, but never bees, steering them gently, seeing through