Francisco de Zurbaran Rest on the flight to Egypt

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Vimes hated guessing games, but he joined the Patri-cian anyway.
The Oblong Office had a view over half the city, although most of it was rooftops and towers. Vimes' imagination peopled the towers , but the machine works. And that is the most important thing. The machine keeps going. Because when the machine breaks down . . .'
He turned suddenly, strode to his desk with his usual predatory stalk, and sat down.
'Or, again, sometimes a piece of grit might get into the wheels, throwing them off balance. One speck of grit.'
Vetinari looked up and flashed Vimes a mirthless smile.
'I won't have that.'
Vimes stared at the wall.with men holding gonnes. The Patrician would be an easy target.'What do you see out there, captain?''City of Ankh-Morpork, sir,' said Vimes, keeping his expression carefully blank.'And does it put you in mind of anything, captain?'Vimes scratched his head. If he was going to play gaames, he was going to play games . . .'Well, sir, when I was a kid we owned a cow once, and one day it got sick, and it was always my job to clean out the cowshed, and—''It reminds me of a clock,' said the Patrician. 'Big wheels, little wheels. All clicking away. The little wheels spin and the big wheels turn, all at different speeds, you see