Jack Vettriano The White Slip

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fireworks go off in the sky. Reading them sometimes did the more dangerous trick of making fireworks go off in the privacy of the reader's brain.
For example, the big volume open in front of him contained some of the collected drawings of Leonard of Quirm, skilled artist and certified genius with a mind that wandered so much it came back with souvenirs.
Leonard's books were full of enemy, gunpowder rockets that showered the enemy with burning phosphorus, and other manufactures of the Age of Reason.
And there had been something else. The Librarian had noticed it in passing once before, and had been slightly puzzled by it. It seemed out of place.
His hairy hand thumbed through the pages. Ah . . . here it was . . .sketches ‑ of kittens, of the way water flows, of the wives of influential Ankh‑Morporkian merchants whose portraits had provided his means of making a living. But Leonard had been a genius and was deeply sensitive to the wonders of the world, so the margins were full of detailed doodles of whatever was on his mind at that moment ‑ vast water­-powered engines for bringing down city walls on the heads of the enemy, new types of siege guns for pumping flaming oil over the