Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Sewing the Sail

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found himself looking at a rather squat but not particularly ugly old man who would quite easily have passed for normal on any city street, always provided that other people on the street were used to seeing old men who were up the beach. The troll was a pleasant translucent blue colour. As Rincewind stared a small shoal of silver fish flashed across its chest.
"It's rude to stare," said the troll. Its mouth opened with a little crest of foam, and shut again in exactly the same way that water closes over a stone."
"Is it? Why?" asked Rincewind. How does he hold himself together, his mind screamed at him. Whyapparently composed of water and very little else. It was as if the ocean had decided to create life without going through all that tedious Business of evolution, and had simply formed a part of itself into a biped and sent it walking squishily