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Jack Vettriano The Opening Gambit

2009-05-12T22:57:00.000-07:00

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danced on tables for a living. You could put in a Z and a couple of Ns and an E, but it still looked like a name with extensions built on. It was as bad as Sara, a name that cried out for a prosthetic H.
Well, at least she could do something about the way she looked.
It was the robe. It, a Death wondered about what to wear.
'Hold on,' she said, to her reflection. 'Here . . . I can create things, can't I?'
She held out her hand and thought: cup. A cup appeared. It had a skull‑and‑bones pattern around the rim.
'Ah,' said Susan. 'I suppose a pattern of roses is out of the question? Probably not right for the ambience, I expect.'
She put the cup on the dressing table and tapped it. It went plink in a solid sort of way. might be traditional but . . . she wasn't. The alternative was her school uniform or one of her mother's pink creations. The baggy dress of the Quirm College for Young Ladies was a proud one and, in the mind of Miss Butts at least, proof against all the temptations of the flesh . . . but it lacked a certain panache as costume for the Ultimate Reality. And pink was not even to be thought of.For the first time in the history of the universe

John William Waterhouse waterhouse Ophelia

2009-05-11T23:33:00.000-07:00

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had invincible walls of common sense. They were beginning to melt like salt in a wet wind, and that made her angry.
There was Grandfather Lezek, of course, on his little farm so poor that even the sparrows had to kneel down to eat. He'd been a nice old chap, so far as she could recall; a bit sheepish, now she came to think about it, especially when her father was Flume, in the fifth form, was always boasting that her great‑great-grandmother had once been seduced by the god Blind to in the form of a vase of daisies, which apparently made her a demi‑hemi-semi‑goddess. She said her mother found it useful to get a table in restaurants. Saying you were a close relative of Death probably would not have the same effect. You praround.Her mother had told Susan that her own father had been...Now she came to think about that, she wasn't sure what her mother had told her. Parents were quite clever at not telling people things, even when they used a lot of words. She'd just been left with the impression that he wasn't around.Now it was being suggested that he was renowned for being around all the time.It was like having a relative in trade.A god, now . . . a god would be something. Lady Odile obably wouldn't even manage a seat near the kitchen.

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema Caracalla and Geta

2009-05-06T01:11:00.000-07:00

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thought Carrot.
'Woof woof,' said the dog.
Carrot's forehead wrinkled.
'It's you, isn't it?' he 'Please?' said Carrot.
Gaspode scratched his ear.
'Maybe I could track her down,' said Gaspode. 'Given the right, you know, encouragement.'
He waggled his eyebrows encouragingly.
'If you find her, I'll give you anything you want,' said Carrot.
'Oh, well. If. Right. Oh, yes. That's all very well, is if. What about something up front? Look said, pointing his sword.'Me? Dogs don't talk,' said Gaspode, hurriedly. 'Listen, I should know. I am one.''You tell me where she's gone. Right now! Or . . .''Yeah? Look,' said Gaspode gloomily, 'the first thing I remember in my life, right, the first thing, was being thrown into the river in a sack. With a brick. Me. I mean, I had wobbly legs and a humorously inside-out ear, I mean, I was fluffy. OK, right, so it was the Ankh. OK, so I could walk ashore. But that was the start, and it ain't never got much better, J mean, J walked ashore inside the sack, dragging the brick. It took me three days to chew my way out. Go on. Threaten me.'

Vincent van Gogh Olive grove I

2009-05-03T23:56:00.001-07:00

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chimes the hours afterwards,' said Carrot.
'It's slow, then,' said Sergeant Colon. 'All the others just struck, you couldn't miss 'em.'
'My cousin Jorgen makes ones like these,' said Cuddy. 'They keep better time than demons or water clocks or candles. Or those big 'Um. I chipped in a few dollars each from you new recruits,' he added, blushing. 'I mean . . . you can pay me back when you like. If you want to. I mean . . . you'd be bound to be friends. Once you got to know him.'
The rest of the Watch exchanged glances.
He could lead armies, Angua thought. He really could. Some people have inspired whole countries to great deeds because of the power of their vision. And so could he. Not because he dreams abopendulum things.''There's a spring and wheels,' said Carrot.'The important bit,' said Cuddy, taking an eyeglass from somewhere in his beard and examining the watch carefully, 'is a little rocking-thingummy that stops the wheels from going too fast.''How does it know if they're going too fast?' said Angua.'It's kind of built-in,' said Cuddy. 'Don't understand it much myself. What's this inscription here . . .'He read it aloud.' "A Watch From, Your Old Freinds in the Watch"?''It's a play on words,' said Carrot.There was a long, embarrassed silence.

Thomas Kinkade Sunrise Chapel

2009-04-28T22:47:00.000-07:00

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being lugged into position, and various clankings and swearwords.'All right, come on in.'The clown led
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overweight. A pair of rubber braces, so that his trousers bounced up and down when he walked, were a further component in the overall picture of a complete and utter twerp.'Yes,' said Colon. 'There is.''Sure?''Positive.''Sorry about that,' said the clown. 'It's stupid, I know, but kind of traditional. Wait a moment.'There were sounds
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'There seems to be a bucket of whitewash over the door,' he said.
'Is there?' said the . He wasn't fat, but a sort of hoop in his trousers was supposed to make him look amusingly of a stepladder the way through the gatehouse. There was no sound but the flop-flop of his boots on the cobbles. Then an idea seemed to occur to him.
'It's a long shot, I know, but I suppose neither of you gentlemen'd like a sniff of my buttonhole?'
'No.'
'No.'

Lorenzo Lotto Nativity

2009-04-28T00:00:00.000-07:00

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out across rolling vistas without getting cattle and inconvenient poor people wandering across the lawns. Under Bloody Stupid's errant pencil it was dug fifty feet deep and had claimed three gardeners already.
The maze was so small that people got lost looking for it.
But the PatricianI didn't make any noise . . .
'Ah, Havelock—' he began.
'You have something to tell me, doctor?'
'It's been . . . mislaid.'
'Yes. And no doubt you are anxiously seeking it. Very well. Good day.'
The Patrician hadn't moved his head the whole time. He hadn't even bothered to ask what It was. He bloody well knows, thought Cruces. How is it you can never tell him anything he doesn't rather liked the gardens, in a quiet kind of way. He had certain views about the mentality of most of mankind, and the gardens made him feel fully justified.Piles of paper were stacked on the lawn around the chair. Clerks renewed them or took them away periodically. They were different clerks. All sorts and types of information flowed into the Palace, but there was only one place where it all came together, very much like strands of gossamer coming together in the centre of a web.A great many rulers, good and bad and quite often dead, know what happened; a rare few actually manage, by dint of much effort, to know what's happening. Lord Vetinari considered both types to lack ambition.'Yes, Dr Cruces,' he said, without looking up.How the hell does he do it? Cruces wondered. I know

Mark Spain Cordoba

2009-04-26T23:02:00.000-07:00

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Will you look at the size of the horn on that thing?”
“I can see clear enough,” said Granny calmly.
The unicorn lowered its head and charged. Nanny Ogg reached the nearest tree with low branches and leapt upward. ..
Granny Weatherwax folded her arms.
“Come on, Esme!”
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because wishing was soppy, but she felt a tiny regret that she’d never be able to meet them.
Perhaps some were going to die, now, here on this path. Everything thinking clear enough, but I am now.There’s some things I don’t have to run from.”The white shape bulleted down the avenue of trees, a thousand pounds of muscle behind twelve inches of glisten-ing hom. Steam swirled behind it.“Esme!”Circle time was ending. Besides, she knew now why her mind had felt so unravelled, and that was a help. She couldn’t hear the ghostly thoughts of all the other Esme Weatherwaxes anymore.Perhaps some lived in a world ruled by elves. Or haddied long ago. Or were living what they thought were happylives. Granny Weatherwax seldom wished for anything,

Paul Gauguin The Yellow Christ

2009-04-24T01:31:00.000-07:00

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“That’s settled, then,” she said.“Hold on, I’m not sure—““Yes, Mr. Quamey?”“Oh . . . well...”“Good, Terry Pratchett
make out one or two stones by the flickering light, lying on their side or rolled down the slope of the hill.
The hill itself glowed. Something was wrong with the landscape. It curved where it shouldn’t curve. Distances weren’t right. Magrat remembered a woodcut shoved in as a place marker in one of her old books. It showed the face of an old crone but, if you stared at it, you saw it was also the head of a young woman; a nose became a neck, an eyebrow became a necklace. The images seesawed back and forth. And like everyone else, she’d squinted herself silly trying to see them both at the same time.
The landscape was doing pretty much the same thing. What was a hill was also at the same time a vast snowbound panorama. Lancre and the land of the elves were trying to occupy the same space.
The intrusive country wasn’t having it all its own way.good,” said Nanny, as Shawn reappeared. “They was just saying, our Shawn, how they was swayed by your speech. Really pussiked up.”“Cor!”“They’re ready to follow you into the jaws of hell itself, Iexpect,” said Nanny.Someone put up their hand.“Are you coming too, Mrs. Ogg?”

Titian The Fall of Man

2009-04-23T00:10:00.001-07:00

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chain-mail, Shawn,” she said.
“What, miss?” He glanced at the open door again.
“That’s terrible. You must take it off, Shawn. How can
you hear with all that stuff around your ears?”
Shawn was aware ofDiamanda was smiling at him in a funny way.
He ran.
Somehow, the woods had changed. Ridcully was certain that in his youth they’d been full of bluebells and primroses and—and bluebells and whatnot and so on. Not bloody great briars all over the place. They snagged at the empty space behind him. Buthe daren’t look around.“I can hear fine, miss,” he said, trying to ease himself around so that his back was against a wall.“But you can’t hear truly,” said Diamanda, drifting for-ward. “The iron makes you deaf.”Shawn was not yet used to thinly clad young women approaching him with a dreamy look on their faces. He fer-vently wished he could take the Path of the Retreating Back.205Terry PratehettHe glanced sideways.There was a tall skinny shape outlined in the open cell doorway. It was standing very carefully, as if it wanted to keep as far away from its surroundings as possible.

Paul Gauguin The Loss of Virginity

2009-04-21T23:27:00.000-07:00

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the king!” hissed Shawn. “And me without my trumpet!”
“Urn,” said Verence. “Post been yet, Shawn?”
“Oh, yes, sire!” said Shawn, almost as flustered as the king. “Got it right here. Don’t you worry about it! I’ll open it all up and have it on your desk right away, sire!”
“Urn...”
“Something the matter, sire?”
“Um ... I think perhaps ...”
Shawn was , and turned a few pages.
“Hey, look at this one! He’s doing it with his feet! I didn’t know you could do it with your feet!” He nudged Ponder Stibbons. “Look, sir!”
Ridcully peered at the king.already tearing at the wrappers.“Here’s that book on etiquette you’ve been waiting for, sire, and the pig stockbook, and ... what’s this one ... ?”Verence made a grab for it. Shawn automatically tried to hang on to it. The wrapping split, and the large bulky book thumped on to the cobbles. Its fluttering pages played their woodcuts to the breeze.They looked down.“Wow!” said Shawn.“My word,” said Ridcully.“Um,” said the king.“Oook?”Shawn picked up the book very, very carefully
“You all right, your majesty?” he said.
Verence squirmed.

Leroy Neiman 16th at Augusta

2009-04-20T00:17:00.000-07:00

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what I mean.”
Nanny Ogg looked worried.
“Supposing Magrat’d been here,” said Granny. “She’d see me being daft.”
“Well, she’s safe in the castle,” said Nanny. “Learning how to be queen.”
“At least the thing about queening,” said Granny, “is that no one notices if you’re doing it wrong. It has to be right ‘cos it’s you doing it.”
“S’funny, royalty,” said Nanny. “It’s like magic. You take some girl with a bum like two pigs in a blanket and a head full of air and then she marries a king or a prince or some-one and suddenly she’s this radiant right royal princess. It’s a funny old world.”
“I ain’t going to kowtow to her, mind,” said Granny.
“You never “Her mother was a Keeble, wasn’t she? Fine woman, as I recall.”
“Yeah, but when she died the old man sent her off to Sto Lat to school.”
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“Don’t hold with schools,” said Granny Weatherwaxkowtow to anyone anyway,” said Nanny Ogg patiently. “You never bowed to the old king. You barely gives young Verence a nod. You never kowtows to anyone ever, anyway.”“That’s right!” said Granny. “That’s part of being a witch, that is.”Nanny relaxed a bit. Granny being an old woman made her uneasy. Granny in her normal state of barely controlled anger was far more her old self.Granny stood up.“Old Toekley’s girl, eh?”“That’s right.”

Mark Spain Sevilla

2009-04-17T00:36:00.000-07:00

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him an ant once, for a joke, and he’d sat up all
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night with a magnifying glass and an anvil made out of the head of a pin. The ant was still around, somewhere—some-times he could hear it clatter across the floor.
But tonight. . . well, tonight, in some way, he was going to pay the rent. Of course, he owned the forge. It had been passed down The wind rose, and somewhere there was the creak of a tree going over.
The latch rattled.
Then there was a knock at the door. Once. Twice.
Jason Ogg picked up his blindfold and put it on. That was important, his dad had said. It saved you getting dis-tracted.
He undid the door.for generations. But there was more to a forge than bricks and mortar and iron. He couldn’t put a name to it, but it was there. It was the difference between being a master farrier and just someone who bent iron in complicated ways for a living. And it had something to do with iron. And something to do with being allowed to be very good at his job. Some kind of rent.One day his dad had taken him aside and explained what he had to do, on nights like this.There’d be times, he said, there’d be times—and he’d know when they were without being told—there’d be times when someone would come with a horse to shoe. Make them welcome. Shoe the horse. Don’t let your mind wander. And try not to think about anything except horseshoes.He’d got quite used to it now.

Thomas Kinkade Evening on the Avenue

2009-04-16T00:18:00.000-07:00

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fighting was over in Ephebe. It hadn't lasted long, especially when the slaves joined in. There were too many narrow streets, too many ambushes and, above all, too much terrible determination. It's generally held that free men will always triumph over slaves, but perhaps it all depends on your point of view.
Besides, the Ephebian garrison commander had declared somewhat nervously that slavery would henceforth be abolished, which infuriated the slaves. What would be the point of saving up to become free if you couldn't own slaves afterwards? Snakes wriggled into cracks in the stone.
You could live in the desert. Or at least survive . . .
Getting back to Omnia could only be a matter of time. One more day . . .
Vorbis trooped along a little behind him. He said nothing and, when spoken to, gave no sign that he had understood what had been said to him.Besides, how'd they eat?The Omnians couldn't understand, and uncertain people fight badly. And Vorbis had gone. Certainties seemed less certain when those eyes were elsewhere.The Tyrant was released from his prison. He spent his first day of freedom carefully composing messages to the other small countries along the coast.It was time to do something about Omnia. Brutha sang.His voice echoed off the rocks. Flocks of scalbies shook off their lazy pedestrian habits and took off frantically, leaving feathers behind in their rush to get airborne.

George Inness Delaware Water Gap

2009-04-15T00:13:00.000-07:00

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took a deep breath and then pushed himself forward.
It was quite a steep flight of steps. He felt every one as he bumped down, but at least he was upright at the bottom.
He was lost, but being lost in Ephebe was preferable to being lost in the Citadel. At least there were no obvious cellars.
Library, library, library . . .
There was a library in the Citadel, Brutha had said. He'd described it, so Om had some idea of what he was looking for.
There would of the Empire."
"Yes," said the Tyrant. "We believe they are. But we like to remember them as they were. Before you sent them your letters, that put the minds of men in chains."
"That set the feet of men on the right road," said Vorbis.
"Chain letters," said the Tyrant. "The Chain Letter to the Ephebians. Forget Your Gods. Be Subjugated. Learn to Fear. Do not break the chain-the last people who did woke up one morning to find fiftybe a book in it. Peace negotiations were not going well."You attacked us!" said Vorbis."I would call it preemptive defense," said the Tyrant. "We saw what happened to Istanzia and Betrek and Ushistan.""They saw the truth of Om!""Yes," said the Tyrant. "We believe they did, eventually.""And they are now proud members

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Yellow and Blue

2009-04-13T23:04:00.000-07:00

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the part of his mind not occupied with thoughts of heat, he could feel Brutha's terror and bewilderment. He shouldn't have done that to the boy. Of course he hadn't been watching him. What god did that? Who cared what people did? some kin f divine providence, except that you were divine providence . . . and on your back, getting hotter, preparing to die . . .
That man who'd turned him over. That expression on that mild face. He'd remember that. That expression, not of cruelty, but of some different level of being. That expression of terrible peace . . .
A shadow crossed the sun. Om squinted up into the face of Lu-Tze, who gazed at him with gentle, upsidedown compassion. And then turned him the right way up. And then picked
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Belief was the thing. He'd just picked the memory out of the boy's mind, to impress, like a conjuror removing an egg from someone's ear.I'm on my back, and getting hotter, and I'm going to die . . .And yet . . . and yet . . . that bloody eagle had dropped him on a compost heap. Some kind of clown, that eagle. A whole place built of rocks on a rock in a rocky place, and he landed on the one thing that'd break his fall without breaking him as well. And really close to a believer.Odd, that. Made you wonder if it wasn't

Marc Chagall La Mariee

2009-04-13T00:43:00.001-07:00

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,' said Coin.
He watched the Librarian shuffle around and head back for the Tower of Art, and a desperate loneliness overcame him.
'I saymean, I could help people. I'm sure you’d like to be human again, wouldn't you?'
The Librarian's everlasting smile hoisted itself a little further up his face, just enough to reveal his teeth.
'Okay, perhaps not,' said Coin hurriedly, 'but there's other things I could do, isn't there?'
The Librarian gazed at him for some time, then dropped his eyes to the boy's hand. Coin gave !' he yelled.'Gook?''What should I do now?''Gook?'Coin waved vaguely at the desolation.'You know, perhaps I could do something about all this?', he said in a voice tilting on the edge of terror. 'Do you think that would be a good idea? I

Bernhard Gutmann Nude with Drapery

2009-04-10T00:24:00.000-07:00

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wizards who got along with one another about as easily as cats in a sack, and now the gloves were off anyone who tried to interfere was going to end up severely scratched. This wasn't the old, gentle, rather silly magic that the Dischaze high in the air.
'It's raw magic settling out of the atmosphere,' he said. 'It's saturated.'
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twen-
'Surely there's-’ Conina began.
'There isn't,' said Rincewind flatly, but with just the faintest twinge of satisfaction. 'The wizards will fight each other until there's one victor. There isn't anything anyone else was used to; this was magic war, white-hot and searing.Rincewind wasn't very good at precognition; in fact he could barely see into the present. But he knew with weary certainty that at some point in the very near future, like thirty seconds or so, someone would say: 'Surely there's something we could do?'The desert passed below them, lit by the low rays of the setting sun.'There don't seem to be many stars,' said Nijel. 'Perhaps they're scared to come out.'Rincewind looked up. There was a silver

Caravaggio Beheading of Saint John the Baptist

2009-04-09T01:22:00.000-07:00

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Rincewind, of course, couldn't smell any of this. Adaptation is a wonderful thing, and most Morporkians would be hard put to smell a burning feather mattress at five feet.
'Where to next?' he said. 'Somewhere out of the wind?'
'My father said. 'After you said we should be attacked I seemed to hear a ranging in my ears.'
'Well, we want to meet the criminal element, don't we?'
'Not exactly want,' said Rincewind. 'That wasn't the phrase I would have chosen.'
'How would you put it, then?'
'Er. I think the phrase "not want" sums it up pretty spent some time in Khali when he was hunting for the Lost City of Ee,' said Conina. 'And I seem to remember he spoke very highly of the soak. It's a kind of bazaar.''I suppose we just go and look for the second-hand hat stalls,' said Rincewind. 'Because the whole idea is totally-’'What I was hoping was that maybe we could be attacked. That seems the most sensible idea. My father said that very few strangers who entered the soak ever came out again. Some very murderous types hang out there, he said.'Rincewind gave this due consideration.'Just run that by me again, will you?' he

Titian The Three Ages of Man

2009-04-08T01:32:00.001-07:00

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'Come on, I said!'
'Oook.'
'I'll buy you a drink,' said Rincewind desperately.
The But it wasn't the sight of the cockroaches that was so upsetting. It was the fact that they were marching in step, a hundred abreast. Of course, like all the informal inhabitants of the University the roaches were a little unusual, but there was something particularly unpleasant about the sound of billions of very small feet hitting the stones in perfect time.Librarian unfolded like a four-legged spider. 'Oook?'Rincewind half-dragged the ape from his nest and out through the door. He didn't head for the main gates but for an otherwise undistinguished area of wall where a few loose stones had, for two thousand years, offered students an unobtrusive way in after lights-out. Then he stopped so suddenly that the Librarian cannoned into him and the Luggage ran into both of them.'Oook!''Oh, gods,' he said. 'Look at that!''Oook?'There was a shiny black tide flowing out of a grating near the kitchens. Early evening starlight glinted off millions of little black backs.

Robert Duval Emotional Dance

2009-04-06T00:38:00.000-07:00

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MISS FLITWORTH? RENATA?
‘I - I didn’t know what to do and you said it wasn’t difficult and -‘ Death walked into the barn. When he came out, he was wearing his black robe.
She was still standing there.
‘I . ‘Chance would be a fine thing,’ said Windle. They reached the moving stairs. He looked up. Trolleys clustered around the top of the upward stair, but the way to the floor below looked clear.
‘Perhaps we could find another way up?’ said Ludmilla hopefully. They shuffled on to the moving stair. Behind them, the trolleys moved in to block their return.
The wizards were on the floor below. They weredidn’t know what to do,’ she repeated, possibly not to him.’What happened? Is it all over?’Death looked around. The grey shapes were pouring into the yard. POSSIBLY NOT, he said.More trolleys appeared behind the row of soldiers. They looked like the small silvery workers with the occasional pale golden gleam of a warrior. ‘We should retreat back to the stairs,’ said Doreen.‘I think that’s where they want us to go,’ said Windle. ‘Then that’s fine by me. Anyway, I vouldn’t think those wheels could manage steps, could they?’‘And you can’t exactly fight to the death,’ said Ludmilla. Lupine was keeping close to her, yellow eyes fixed on the slowly advancing wheels

Paul Klee Fish Magic

2009-04-02T23:32:00.000-07:00

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Bill Door glanced at the rimward horizon and then, speculatively, at the little hill behind the house.
He jerked forward, legs clicking over the ground.
The new interface between night and day. If one of them had been carried thousands of miles inland on the dawn. he might have seen, as the light thundered over the high plains, a stick figure toiling up a low hill in the path of the morning. It reached the top a moment before the light arrived, took a breath, and then spun around in a crouch, grinning.
It held a long blade upright between extended arms.daylight sloshed on to the world. Discworld light is old, slow and heavy; it roared across the landscape like a cavalry charge. The occasional valley slowed it for a moment and. here and there, a mountain range banked it up until it poured over the top and down the far slope. It moved across a sea, surged up the beach and accelerated over the plains, driven by the lash of the sun.On the fabled hidden continent of Xxxx, somewhere near the rim, there is a lost colony of wizards who wear corks around their pointy hats and live on nothing but prawns. There, the light is still wild and fresh as it rolls in from space, and the~~urf on the boiling

Pierre Auguste Renoir The Umbrellas

2009-04-02T00:45:00.000-07:00

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was told, We apologise for the recent lapse in standards. ‘Lapse?’ said the Archchancellor, now totally mystified.’Well, uh. I’m not sure there’s been a . . . I mean, of course the fella was always knockin’ around, but most of the time we hardly . . .’
He was told, life effects. The figure wavered and began to fade.
The Archchancellor waved his hands desperately.
‘Wait!’ he said.’You can’t just go like that! I command you to stay! What service? What does it all mean? Who are you?’
The hood turned back towards him and said, We are nothing.
‘That’s no help! What is your name?’
We are oblivion.
The figure vanished.It has all been most irregular.‘It has? Has it? Oh, well, can’t have irregularity,’said the Archchancellor.He was told, It must have been terrible.‘Well, I . . . that is . . . I suppose we . . . I’m not sure . . . must it?’ He was told, But now the burden is removed. Rejoice. That is all. There will be a short transitional period before a suitable candidate presents itself, and then normal service will be resumed. In the meantime, we apologise for any unavoidable inconvenience caused by superfluous

Amedeo Modigliani Landscape

2009-04-01T00:30:00.000-07:00

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on all the time, ‘ said Ridcully, ignoring him.
?Most? of things die all the time. Even vegetables.’
?You? won’told ones?’ said Ridcully, interested despite himself.
‘Dunno. They just float around in the air, I suppose, until they get attached to someone else.’
The Archchancellor looked affronted.
‘What, even wizards?’
‘Oh, yes. Everyone. It’s part of the miracle of existence.’ ‘Is it? Sounds like bad hygiene to me,’ said the Archchancellor.’I suppose there’s no way of stopping ?it? think Death ever came for a potato,’ ?said? Dean doubtfully.‘Death comes for everything,’ said the Archchancellor, firmly. The wizards nodded sagely.After a while the Senior Wrangler said, ‘Do you know, I read the other day that every atom in your body is changed every seven years? New ones keep getting attached and old ones keep on dropping off. It goes on all the time. Marvellous, really.’ ?e_? The Senior Wrangler could do to a conversation ?that? it takes quite thick treacle to do to the pedals of a precision watch. ‘Yes? What happens to the

Federico Andreotti Discretion, The Better Part Of Valour

2009-03-31T00:38:00.000-07:00

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recall once they gave up halfway,’ said Poons, happily. ‘Oh, those were great times. I remember me and old "Numbers" Riktor and "Tudgy" Spold climbed up on the Temple of Small Gods, you see, in the middle of a service, and Tudgy had got this piglet in a sack, and he‑‘
‘See on the door of the Assassins’ Guild, and then old Scummidge, who was the porter there, heehee, he was a right terror, anyway, he came out, mm, and then the guards come around the corner‑‘
‘All ready? Right!’
‘‑which puts me in mind of the time me and "Cucumber" Framer got some glue and went round to‑‘
‘Up your end, Dean!’what you’ve done?’ complained the Lecturer in Recent Runes. ‘You’ve set him off now.’‘We could try lifting it by magic,’ said the Chair. ‘Gindle’s Effortless Elevator should do the trick.’‘–and then the high priest turned around and, heh, the look on his face! And then old Numbers said, let’s‑‘‘It’s hardly a very dignified use of magic,’ sniffed the Dean.‘Considerably more dignified than heaving the bloodything over the wall ourselves, wouldn’t you say?’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, rolling up his sleeves. ‘Come on, lads.’‘‑and next thing, Pimple was hammering

Edward Hopper First Row Orchestra

2009-03-30T00:10:00.001-07:00

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The way I see it,’ said Dibbler, ‘there’s this high-born girl living all by herself in this big house, right, and her young man goes off to fight for the rebels, you see, and she meets this other guy, and there’s the chemistry between them-’
‘They blow up?’ said Victor.
‘He means they fall in love,’ said Ginger coldly.
‘That sort of thing,’ nodded Dibbler. ‘Eyes meeting across a crowded room. And she’s all alone in the world except for the servants and, let’s see, yeah, perhaps her pet dog-’
‘rest of the team.
‘I don’t know,’ said Victor slowly.
Everyone else’s eyes turned on him in the same way that spectators at the lion pit watch the first condemned criminal to be pushed out through the iron gate. He went on: ‘I mean,This’ll be Laddie?’ said Ginger. ‘Right. And of course she’s going to do everything she can to preserve the family mine, so she’s kind of flirting with ‘em both, the men, not the dog, and then one of them gets killed in the war and the other one throws her over but it’s all OK because she’s tough at heart.’ He sat back. ‘What d’you think?’ he said. The people sitting around the room looked uneasily at one another. There was a fidgety silence. ‘It sounds great, Uncle,’ said Soll, who wasn’t looking for any more problems today. ‘Technically very challenging,’ said Gaffer. There was a chorus of relieved assent from the

Thomas Kinkade Beacon of hope

2009-03-26T23:42:00.000-07:00

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animals, gave it a sympathetic audience.
‘What’s up, Duck?’ said the rabbit.
‘The duck says’, translated Gaspode, ‘that it’s like a migratory thing. Just the same feelin’ as a migration, he Victor thought about the book in his pocket. Chanting and lighting fires. What sort of person did that?
‘I don’t know what’s going on,’ he said. ‘I’d like to find out. Look, haven’t you got names? I feel awkward, talking to people without names.’
‘Only me,’ said Gaspode. ‘Bein’ a dog. I’m named after the famous Gaspode, you knowsays.’ ‘Yeah? I didn’t have far to come,’ the rabbit volunteered. ‘We lived on the dunes anyway.’ It sighed. ‘For three happy years and four miserable days,’ it added. A thought struck Victor. ‘So you’d know about the old man on the beach?’ he said. ‘Oh, him. Yeah. Him. He was always coming up here.’ ‘What sort of person was he?’ said Victor. ‘Listen, buster, up to four days ago I had a vocabulary consisting of two verbs and one noun. What do you think I thought he was? All I know is, he didn’t bother us. We probably thought he was a rock on legs, or something.’

Edward Hopper Summer Interior

2009-03-25T20:45:00.000-07:00

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Poons never noticed that he wasn’t getting any answers, they got along quite well.
Anyway, the as dead as if it was arriving through several layers of velvet.
The hole in the sand was quite big now.
If you could put your ear to it, you might think you could hear applause.

It was still midnight. A full moon glided above the smoke and fumes of AnkhBursar had other problems. The Alchemists, for one thing. You couldn’t trust alchemists. They were too serious-minded. Boom. And that was the last one. Whole days went by without being punctuated by small explosions. The city settled down again, which was a foolish thing to do. What the Bursar failed to consider was that no more bangs doesn’t mean they’ve stopped doing it, whatever it is. It just means they’re doing it right. It was midnight. The surf boomed on the beach, and made a phosphorescent glow in the night. Around the ancient hill, though, the sound seemed

Henri Rousseau The Dream

2009-03-24T01:08:00.000-07:00

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stone Despot of Quirm.
A monumental needle recording in bas-relief the achievements of a king four thousand years ago, and which would empires, they both abided by the ancient tradition that warfare wasn't undertaken at night, during harvest or when wet. It was important enough to save up for special occasions. Going at it hammer and tongs just reduced the whole thing to a farce.
In the twilight on both sides of the line came the busy sound of advanced woodwork in progress.
It's said that generals are always ready to fight the last War over again. It had been thousands of years since the last war between Tsort and Ephebe, but generals have long memories and thishave been more pertinent if the wind-driven sand hadn't long ago eroded his name, provided a handy ladder which needed only an expertly thrown grapnel from its top, lodging in the outstretched fingers of a forgotten monarch, to allow him a long, gentle arc on to the roof of a tomb. Running, climbing and swinging, hastily hammering crampons in the memorials of the dead, Teppic went forth. Pinpoints of firelight among the limestone pricked out the lines of the opposing armies. Deep and stylised though the enmity was between the two

Gustav Klimt Adam and Eve

2009-03-20T23:31:00.001-07:00

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fortunate in having such a dutiful son. I may add-'
'You may go,' said Dios. 'And we will expect work to start imminently.'
'Without He was halfway to the archway before Dios added: 'Completion in three months. In time for Inundation.'* (* Like many river valley cultures the Kingdom has no truck with such trivia as summer, springtime and winter, and bases its calendar squarely on the great heartbeat of the Djel; hence the three seasons. Seedtime, Inundation and Sog. delay, I assure you,' said Ptaclusp. 'Er.' He seemed to be wrestling with some huge philosophical problem. 'Yes?' said Dios coldly. 'It's uh. There's the matter of uh. Which is not to say uh. Of course, oldest client, valued customer, but the fact is that uh. Absolutely no doubt about credit worthiness uh. Would not wish to suggest in any way whatsoever that uh.' Dios gave him a stare that would have caused a sphinx to blink and look away. 'You wish to say something?' he said. 'His majesty's time is extremely limited.' Ptaclusp worked his jaw silently, but the result was a foregone conclusion. Even gods had been reduced to sheepish mumbling in the face of Dios's face. And the carved snakes on his staff seemed to be watching him too. 'Uh. No, no. Sorry. I was just, uh, thinking aloud. I'll depart, then, shall I? Such a lot of work to be done. Uh.' He bowed low.

Peter Paul Rubens Hippopotamus and Crocodile Hunt

2009-03-18T23:26:00.000-07:00

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Granny's jaw sagged. 'What?' she said. 'But – but I showed you your true self . . .'
'I'm supposed to be upset by that, am I?' As the soldiers sheepishly grabbed Granny's arms the duchess pressed her face fear me, I can make you widdle your drawers out of terror, and now I'm going to take—'
At this point Nanny Ogg hit her on the back of the head with the cauldron.
'She does go on, doesn't she?' she said conversationally, as the duchess collapsed. 'She was a bit eccentric, if you ask me.'close to Granny's, her tremendous eyebrows a V of triumphant hatred. 'I'm supposed to grovel on the floor, is that it? Well, old woman, I've seen exactly what I am, do you understand, and I'm proud of it! I'd do it all again, only hotter and longer! I enjoyed it, and I did it because I wanted to!'She thumped the vast expanse of her chest.'You gawping idiots!' she said. 'You're so weak. You really think that people are basically decent underneath, don't you?'The crowd on the stage backed away from the sheer force of her exultation.'Well, I've looked underneath,' said the duchess. 'I know what drives people. It's fear. Sheer, deep-down fear. There's not one of you who doesn't

Nicolas De Stael Agrigente 1953

2009-03-17T22:09:00.000-07:00

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Magrat hovered on her broomstick several hundred feet above the Turnwise borders of Lancre, looking down on a sea of mist through which the occasional treetop poked like a seaweed-covered rock at high tide. A bulging moon floated above her, probably gibbous again. Even a decent thin crescent would have been better, she felt. Granny's implicit belief that everything should get out of her way extended to other witches, very tall trees and, on occasion, mountains.More appropriate.She shivered, and wondered where Granny Weatherwax was at this moment.The old witch's broomstick was known and feared throughout the skies of Lancre. Granny had been introduced to flying quite late in life, and after some initial suspicion had taken to it like a bluebottle to an ancient fish-head. A problem, however, was that Granny saw every flight simply as a straight line from A to B and was unable to get alongside the idea that other users of the air might have any rights whatsoever; the flight migration patterns of an entire continent had been changed because of that simple fact. High-speed evolution among local birds had developed a generation that flew on their backs, so that they could keep a watchful eye on the skies.

Andy Warhol Flowers 1964

2009-03-16T23:21:00.001-07:00

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tinkling noise made them look down. A blood-stained dagger had fallen off the bench, as though someone had tried to pick it up but just couldn't get the strength together. Nanm heard the king's ghost swear under'its breath, or what would have been its breath.
'—and spreading false rumours,' finished the duchess.
'—salt in my food—' said the duke, nervously, staring at the bandages on his hand. He kept getting the feeling that , nodded, and added, 'Just by the suit of armour with the pike, and you said, "If it's to be done, it's better if it's done quickly", or something, and then you snatched the king's own dagger, the very same what is now lying on the floor, out of his belt and—'
'You lie! There were no witnesses. We made . . . there was nothing to witness! I heard someone in the dark, but there was a fourth person in the dungeon.'If you do confess,' said the duchess, 'you will merely be burned at the stake. And, please, no humorous remarks.''What false rumours?'The duke closed his eyes, but the visions were still there 'Concerning the accidental death of the late King Verence.' he whispered hoarsely. The air swirled again.Nanny sat with her head cocked to one side, as though listening to a voice only she could hear. Except that the duke was certain that he could hear something too, not exactly a voice, something like the distant sighing of the wind.'Oh, I don't know nothing false,' she said. 'I know you stabbed him, and you gave him the dagger. It was at the top of the stairs.' She paused, head cocked

Johannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water Jug

2009-03-15T22:09:00.000-07:00

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like most people since the dawn of time, he was now dead.
He was in fact lying at the bottom of one of his own stairways in Lancre Castle, with a dagger in his back.
He sat up, and was surprised to find that while someone he was certainly inclined to think of as himself was sitting up, something very much like his body remained lying on the floor.
It was a .
HALLO.
Verence drew himself up to his full height, or what would have been his full height if that part of him to which the word 'height' could have been applied was not lying stiff on the floor and facing a future in which only the word 'depth' could be appropriate.pretty good body, incidentally, now he came to see it from outside for the first time. He had always been quite attached to it although, he had to admit, this did not now seem to be the case.It was big and well-muscled. He'd looked after it. He'd allowed it a moustache and long-flowing locks. He'd seen it got plenty of healthy outdoor exercise and lots of red meat. Now, just when a body would have been useful, it had let him down. Or out.On top of that, he had to come to terms with the tall, thin figure standing beside him. Most of it was hidden in a hooded black robe, but the one arm which extended from the folds to grip a large scythe was made of bone.When one is dead, there are things one instinctively recognises'I am a king, mark you,' he said.

Rodney White Share a Random Moment

2009-03-12T23:01:00.000-07:00

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place on her white hair with a battery of hatpins, and grasped two walking sticks.
She tottered across the floor towards Mort, and looked up at him with eyes as small and bright as blackcurrants.
'Will I need my shawl? Shall I need a shawl, d'you think? No, I suppose not. I imagine it's quite warm where I'm going.' She'It?'
'The personal attention. He sent me. I work for him. No-one else would have me.' Mort paused. This was all wrong. He'd be sent home again in disgrace. His first bit of responsibility, and he'd ruined it. He could already hear people laughing at him.
The wail started in the depths of his embarrassment and blared out like a foghorn peered closely at Mort, and frowned.'You're rather younger than I imagined,' she said. Mort said nothing. Then Goodie Hamstring said, quietly, 'You know, I don't think you're who I was expecting at all.'Mort cleared his throat.'Who were you expecting, precisely?' he said.'Death,' said the witch, simply. 'It's part of the arrangement, you see. One gets to know the time of one's death in advance, and one is guaranteed – personal attention.''I'm it,'said Mort.

Leonardo da Vinci Leda 1530

2009-03-11T20:19:00.000-07:00

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myself?' said Mort.
CERTAINLY. I HAVE EVERY FAITH IN YOU.
'Gosh!'
The suggestion put everything else out of Mort's mind, and he was rather surprised to find that he didn't feel particularly said mysteriously. I DON'T SEEM TO FEEL QUITE RIGHT. I COULD DO WITH THE FRESH AIR. He seemed to remember something, reached into the mysterious shadows of his cloak, and pulled out three hourglasses. ALL STRAIGHTFORWARD, he said. ENJOY YOURSELF.
He turned and strode off down the street, humming.squeamish. He'd seen quite a few deaths in the last week or so, and all the horror went out of it when you knew you'd be speaking to the victim afterwards. Most of them were relieved, one or two of them were angry, but they were all glad of a few helpful words.THINK YOU CAN DO IT?'Well, sir. Yes. I think.'THAT'S THE SPIRIT. I'VE LEFT BlNKY BY THE HORSETROUGH ROUND THE CORNER. TAKE HIM STRAIGHT YOU'VE FINISHED.'You're staying here, sir?' Death looked up and down the street. His eye-sockets flared.I THOUGHT I MIGHT STROLL AROUND A BIT, he

Mark Rothko Orange and Yellow

2009-03-11T00:09:00.001-07:00

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worth thinking about,' said Lezek.
'I am thinking about it, father.'
'Many a young got to listen. I'm your father telling you these things.'
Mort looked down at his father's face. He wanted to say a lot of things: he wanted to say how much he loved him, how worried he was; he wanted to ask what his father really thought he'd just seen and heard. He wanted to say that he felt as though he stepped on a molehill and found that it was really lad has started out that way, Hemesh said. He makes himself useful, earns his master's confidence, and, well, if there's any daughters in the house . . . did Mr, er, Mr say anything about daughters?''Mr who?' said Mort.'Mr . . . your new master.''Oh. Him. No. No, I don't think so,' said Mort slowly. 'I don't think he's the marrying type.''Many a keen young man owes his advancement to his nuptials,' said Lezek.'He does?''Mort, I don't think you're really listening.''What?'Lezek came to a halt on the frosty cobbles and spun the boy around to face him.'You're really going to have to do better than this,' he said. 'Don't you understand, boy? If you're going to amount to anything in this world then you've

Franz Marc fighting forms

2009-03-09T22:52:00.000-07:00

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'You can really clean up'," said Esk. "Huh!"
There of Ankh-Morpork and reasoned like this: writing was only the words that people said, squeezed between layers of paper until they were fossilized. Fossils were well-known on the Discworld, great spiralled shells and badly-constructed creatures that were left over from the time when the Creator hadn't really decided what He wanted to make and was, as it were, just were some good points, she had to admit. The food was simple but there was plenty of it, and she had a room to herself somewhere in the roof and it was quite luxurious because here she could lie in until five a. m., which to Granny's way of thinking was practically noon. The work certainly wasn't hard. She just started sweeping until the staff realised what was expected of it, and then she could amuse herself until it was finished. If anyone came the staff would immediately lean itself nonchalantly against a wall. But she wasn't learning any wizardry. She could wander into empty classrooms and look at the diagrams chalked on the board, and on the floor too in the more advanced classes, but the shapes were meaningless. And unpleasant. They reminded Esk of the pictures in Simon's book. They looked alive. She gazed out across the rooftops

Wassily Kandinsky Several Circles

2009-03-09T01:58:00.000-07:00

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could see where that would be a problem," said Esk. She watched the scenery for a while, marshalling a train of thought.
"Is it, er, possible for a woman to be, you know, a wizard? " she said eventually.
Simon with Esk's voice.
"Of course they can't. It is self-evident, child. Simon, return to your studies."
Treatle pushed aside the curtain that led into the back of the wagon and climbed out on to the seat board.
The look of mild panic took up its familiar place on Simon's face. He gave Esk a pleading glance as Treatle took the reins from his hands, but she ignored him.
"Why not? What's so self-evident?"stared at her. She gave him a defiant look. His throat strained. He was trying to find a sentence that didn't start with a W. In the end he was forced to make concessions. "A curious idea," he said. He thought some more, and started to laugh until Esk's expression warned him. "Rather funny, really," he added, but the laughter in his face faded and was replaced by a puzzled look. "Never really tthought about it, before." "Well? Can they?" You could have shaved

Vincent van Gogh Reaper

2009-03-05T23:57:00.000-08:00

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Granny's hand clipped the back of her head.
"Bow, I told you," she said, without rancor. "Witches bow." She demonstrated.
"But why?" complained Esk.
"Because witches have got to be different, and that's part of the secret," said Granny.
They sat on a bleached bench in front of the rimward wall of the cottage. In front of them the Herbs were already a foot high, a sinister collection of pale green leaves.
"Right," strange about it, except that no one in the village had one like it. But that didn't make it magical. Esk bit her lip; she had a vision of herself being sent Home in disgrace.
It didn't feel strange, and there were no hidden pockets. It was just a typical witch's hat. Granny always wore it when she went into the village, but in the forest she just wore a leather hood.said Granny, settling herself down. "You know the hat on the hook by the door? Go and fetch it." Esk obediently went inside and unhooked Granny's hat. It was tall, pointed and, of course, black. Granny turned it over in her hands and regarded it carefully. "Inside this hat," she said solemnly, "is one of the secrets of witchcraft. If you cannot tell me what it is, then I might as well teach you no more, because once you learn the secret of the hat there is no going back. Tell me what you know about the hat." "Can I hold it?" "Be my guest." Esk peered inside the hat. There was some wire stiffening to give it a shape, and a couple of hatpins. That was all. There was nothing particularly

Vincent van Gogh Still life with a bottle of lemons and oranges

2009-03-05T01:16:00.000-08:00

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Rincewind. 'They're . . . things. Things going around the star. Like the sun goes around the Disc. But they're close in, because, because . . .' he paused. 'I nearly know!''Know what?''I've got to get rid of this Spell!''Which way is the University?' said Bethan.'This way!' said Rincewind, pointing along the street.'It must be very had no idea how to do a) and no intention of doing b) and many had in fact plumped for c), which largely consisted of nipping out of hidden side doors and having it away on their toes as far as possible, if not faster.
What reliable magic still remained in the University was being channelled into keeping the great gates secure. The wizards were learning that while it was all very fine and impressive to have a set of gates that were locked by magic, it ought to have occurred to the builders to include some sort of emergency back-up device such as, for example, a pair of ordinary, unimpressive stout iron bolts.popular. That's where everyone's going.''I wonder why?' said Twoflower.'Somehow,' said Rincewind, 'I don't think it's to enroll for evening classes.'In fact Unseen University was under siege, or at least those parts of it that extruded into the usual, everyday dimensions were under siege. The crowds outside Vincent van

Unknown Artist The SunFlowers

2009-03-03T22:11:00.000-08:00

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Mention has already been made of an attempt to inject a little honesty into reporting on the Disc, and how poets and bards were banned on pain of – well, pain – from going on about babbling brooks and rosy-fingered dawn and could only say, for example, that a face had launched a thousand ships if they were able to produce certified , and it was absolutely dark.
It occurred to Rincewind that something had gone wrong.
Then he saw the faint blue tracery in front of him.
He was inside the Octavo again. He wondered what would happen if anyone opened the book; would dockyard accounts.And therefore, out of a passing respect for this tradition, it will not be said of Rincewind and Twoflower that they became an ice-blue sinewave arcing through the dark imensions, or that there was a sound like the twanging of a monstrous tusk, or that their lives passed in front of their eyes (Rincewind had in any case seen his in front of his eyes so many times that he could sleep through the boring bits) or that the universe dropped on them like a large jelly.It will be said, because experiment has proven it to be true, that there was a noise like a wooden ruler being struck heavily with a C sharp tuning fork, possibly B flat, and a sudden sensation of absolute stillness.This was because they were absolutely still

George Stubbs Lion Devouring a Horse

2009-03-02T21:50:00.001-08:00

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Rincewind formed a mental picture of some strange entity living in a castle made of teeth. It was the kind of mental picture you tried to forget. Unsuccessfully.
'Urgh,' he said.
Red hats! Hethis, and couldn't. For a man with an itch to see the whole of infinity, Twoflower never actually moved outside his own head. Telling him the truth would be like kicking a spaniel.
'Swee whee weedle wheet,' said a voice by his foot. He looked down. The gnome, who had introduced himself as Swires, looked up. Rincewind had a very good ear for languages. The gnome had just said, 'I've got some newt sorbet left over from yesterday.'
'Sounds wonderful,' said Rincewind. wondered whether to enlighten the tourist about what life was really like when a frog was a good meal, a rabbit hole a useful place to shelter out of the rain, and an owl a drifting, silent terror in the night. Moleskin trousers sounded quaint unless you personally had to remove them from their original owner when the vicious little sod was cornered in his burrow. As for red hats, anyone who went around a forest looking bright nd conspicuous would only do so very, very briefly.He wanted to say: look, the life of gnomes and goblins is nasty, brutish and short. So are they.He wanted to say all

Paul Cezanne Leda with Swan

2009-03-02T00:29:00.000-08:00

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Twoflower strolled up to the rim and peered over.
"Fantastic," he said. "If only I had my picture box."
"What I come out here and look, but somehow I can never bring myself to take that extra step... A real world, with real people. I have wives and little ones, somewhere down there..." He stopped, and blew his nose. "You soon learn what you're made of, here on the Edge."
"Stop saying that. Please," moaned Rincewind. He turned over and saw Twoflower standing unconcernedly at the very lip of the rock. "Gnah," he said, and tried to burrow into the stone.else is down there? I mean, if you fell off, what would you see?"Tethis sat down on an outcrop. High over the disc the moon came out from behind a cloud, giving him the appearance of ice."My Home is down there, perhaps," he said slowly. "Beyond your silly elephants and that ridiculous turtle. A real world. Sometimes

Paul Cezanne Apples Peaches Pears and Grapes

2009-02-26T23:27:00.000-08:00

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This beautiful piece of hardware is pricey ($800), but it's all you need to create a mobile disco. The Pacemaker has two digital "decks" that let you scratch, bend and tweak your tunes to create a party and sell tickets. It comes William Hung.
Porta-PartyShy guest coming to your New Year's Eve party? Rent this booth so they can party in private -- sort of. Los Angeles-based artist Nick Rodrigues has created an iPod-shaped booth called Porta-Party that you can walk into. Shut the door, crank up the music and start grooving. The best part is the exhibitionist aspect: The iPod-like screen on the booth shows a video of what's happening inside. Get ready to put on a show!with extensive mixing functionality, allowing you to change the pitch and cross=fade, and it has 120-GB hard drive.Soundproof MicrophoneClearly karaoke is not your thing. That's why you may want to put a bag over your head when you sing, or do the digital equivalent of it and get a soundproof microphone. This rather uncool-looking device muffles your singing and lets you belt out Ricky Martin's "She Bangs" without letting everyone know you're more like

Gustav Klimt Pear Tree

2009-02-25T22:12:00.000-08:00

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fire, driven by the wind, spread out from the Drum faster than a man could walk. The timbers of the Widdershin Gate were already on fire when Rincewind, his face blistered and reddened from the flames, reached them. By now he and Twoflower were on horseback - mounts hadn't been that hard to obtain. A wily merchant hadBloody hell, he thought. He's alive! Me too. Who'd have thought it? Perhaps there is something in this reflected-sound-of-underground- spirits? It was a cumbersome phrase. Rincewind tried to get his tongue round the thick syllables that were the word in Twoflower's own language.
"Ecolirix?" he tried. "Ecro-gnothics? Echo-gnomics?"
That would do. That sounded about right. asked fifty times their worth, and had been left gaping when one thousand times their worth had been pressed into his hands.They rode through just before the first of the big gate timbers descended in an explosion of sparks Morpork was already a cauldron of flame.As they galloped up the red-lit road Rincewind glanced sideways at his travelling companion currently trying hard to learn to ride a horse.

Sandro Botticelli Madonna in Glory with Seraphim

2009-02-24T22:00:00.000-08:00

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honorably like a bear; they'd kill him with fire hurlers before he got near. Not a hope. No mercy."
"Oh," said Lyra, with a heavy despair in her breast. "And what about the bears' other prisoners? Do you know where they keep them?"
"Other prisoners?"
"Like.-.Lord Asriel."
Suddenly whispering herself so as not to alarm him.
"Keeping Lord Asriel prisoner is a special charge laid on lofur by the Oblation Board," the old man whispered back. "Mrs. Coulter herself came here to see lofur and offered him all kinds of rewards to keep Lord Asriel out of the way. I know about it, you see, because the Professor's manner changed altogether. He cringed and shrank back against the wall, and shook his head warningly."Shh! Quiet! They'll hear you!" he whispered."Why mustn't we mention Lord Asriel?""Forbidden! Very dangerous! lofur Raknison will not allow him to be mentioned!""Why?" Lyra said, coming closer and

Unknown Artist Heighton After Hours

2009-02-23T22:19:00.000-08:00

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Good. 'Cause I'm going to go and look round. There's a way through the ceiling that this boy showed me...."
She explained, and before she'd even finished, Annie said, "I'll come with you!"
"No, you better not, 'cause it'll be easier if there's just one person missing. You can all say you fell asleep and you between children to be settled by their daemons in this way, with one accepting the dominance of the other. Their humans accepted the outcome without resentment, on the whole, so Lyra knew that Annie would do as she asked.
They all contributed items of clothing to bulk out Lyra's bed and make it look don't know where I've gone.""But if I came with you-""More likely to get caught," said Lyra.Their two daemons were staring at each other, Pantalaimon as a wildcat, Annie's Kyrillion as a fox. They were quivering. Pantalaimon uttered the lowest, softest hiss and bared his teeth, and Kyrillion turned aside and began to groom himself unconcernedly."All right then," said Annie, resigned.It was quite common for struggles

George Frederick Watts Charity

2009-02-22T22:42:00.000-08:00

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you were hunters and raiders who often prey on parties of travelers, and alone they can travel more quickly than a large party. The gyptians are still a day's journey away."
The two boys were staring in fear at the goose daemon and at Lyra's familiar manner with him, because of course they'd "I can open it," said the goose, and beat his wings once or twice, throwing snow up against the door; and as he did, Lyra heard something turn in the lock.
"Go in carefully," said the daemon.never seen a daemon without his human before, and they knew little about witches.Lyra said to them, "Listen, you better go and keep watch, right. Billy, you go that way, and Roger, watch out the way we just come. We en't got long."They ran off to do as she said, and then Lyra turned back to the door."Why are you trying to get in there?" said the goose daemon."Because of what they do here. They cut-" she lowered her voice, "they cut people's daemons away. Children's. And I think maybe they do it in here. At least, there's something here, and I was going to look. But it's locked...."

Frida Kahlo Two Nudes in the Forest

2009-02-20T00:24:00.000-08:00

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it far?"
"For you or for me?"
"For me," she said.
"Too far. Not at all far for me."
"How long muzzle. He knew she wanted something.
Pantalaimon spoke: "Can you take us there and catch up with the sledges later on?"
"I could. But I have given my word to Lord Faa to obey him, not anyone else."
"If I got his permission?" said Lyra. "Then yes."
She turned and ran back through the snow. "Lord Faa! If lorek Byrnison takes me would it take you to get there, then?" "I could be there and back three times by next moonrise." "Because, lorek, listen: I got this symbol reader that tells me things, you see, and it's told me that there's something important I got to do over in that village, and Lord Faa won't let me go there. He just wants to get on quick, and 1 know that's important too. But unless I go and find out what it is, we might not know what the Gobblers are really doing."The bear said nothing. He was sitting up like a human, his great paws folded in his lap, his dark eyes looking into hers down the length of his

George Inness Passing Clouds

2009-02-18T22:53:00.000-08:00

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remember when I first went to sea, my Belisaria hadn't settled on one form, I was that young, and she loved being a porpoise. I was afraid she'd settle like that. There was one old sailorman on my first vessel who could never go to settle?" Lyra said. "I want Pantalaimon to be able to change forever. So does he."
"Ah, they always have settled, and they always will. That's part of growing up. There'll come a time when you'll be tired of his changing about, and you'll want a settled kind of form for him."
"I never will!"
"Oh, you will. You'll want to grow up like all the other girls. Anyway, there's compensations for a settled form."
"What are they?"ashore at all, because his daemon had settled as a dolphin, and he could never leave the water. He was a wonderful sailor, best navigator you ever knew; could have made a fortune at the he wasn't happy at it. He was never quite happy till he died and he could be buried at sea.""Why do daemons have

Leroy Neiman Elephant Nocturne

2009-02-17T22:16:00.000-08:00

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table himself. Lyra found herself opposite Farder Coram. She was a little frightened by his skull-like face and his continual trembling. His daemon was a beautiful autumn-colored cat, massive in size, who stalked along the table with upraised tail and elegantly inspected Pantalaimon, touching noses briefly before settling on Farder Coram's lap, half-closing her eyes and purring softly.
A woman whom Lyra"She was called Mrs. Coulter. And I thought she was nice, but I found out she was one of the Gobblers. I heard someone say what the Gobblers were, they were called the General Oblation Board, and she was in charge of it, it was all her idea. And they was all working on some plan, I dunno what it was, only they was going to make me help her get kids for 'em. But they never knew..." hadn't noticed came out of the shadows with a tray of glasses, set it down by John Faa, curtsied, and left. John Faa poured little glasses of jenniver from a stone crock for himself and Farder Coram, and wine for Lyra."So," John Faa said. "You run away, Lyra.""Yes.""And who was the lady you run away from?"

Claude Monet Bank of the Seine Vetheuil

2009-02-16T23:13:00.000-08:00

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Good evening, child," he said. His voice was smooth and commanding. His serpent daemon's mailed head and emerald eyes glittered in the light from the cut-glass lamp on the wall nearby.
"Good evening," said Lyra.
"How is my at once, in the same way that you could focus the beam of an anbaric lantern. All his attention streamed at her fiercely.
"Suppose you tell me what you know," he said.
"They're doing experiments in the North," Lyra said. She was feeling old friend the Master of Jordan?""Very well, thank you.""I expect they were all sorry to say goodbye to you.""Yes, they were.""And is Mrs. Coulter keeping you busy? What is she teaching you?"Because Lyra was feeling rebellious and uneasy, she didn't answer this patronizing question with the truth, or with one of her usual flights of fancy. Instead she said, "I'm learning about Rusakov Particles, and about the Oblation Board."He seemed to become focused

Peter Paul Rubens The Straw Hat

2009-02-15T23:50:00.000-08:00

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was clambering over the college roofs with Roger, the kitchen boy who was her particular friend, to spit plum stones on the heads of passing Scholars or to hoot like owls outside a window where a tutorial was going on, or racing through . Children playing together: how pleasant to see! What could be more innocent and charming?
In fact, of course, Lyra and her peers were engaged in deadly warfare. There were several wars running at once. The children (young servants, and the children of servants, and Lyra) of one college waged war on those of another. Lyra had once been captured by the children of Gabriel college, and Roger and their friends Hugh Lovat and Simon Parslow had raided the narrow streets, or stealing apples from the market, or waging war. Just as she was unaware of the hidden currents of politics running below the surface of college affairs, so the Scholars, for their part, would have been unable to see the rich seething stew of alliances and enmities and feuds and treaties which was a child's life in Oxford

Edgar Degas Song of the Dog

2009-02-12T23:02:00.001-08:00

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bird, on the turbulent updrafts above the forest, and Lee looked around through the dark air, now suffused with a pallid glow from the full moon that occasionally glared through a brief rent in the cloud cover and made the treetops ring with silver.
The eagle magnetic will of the eagle, and saw against the silver cloud rack the hateful dark regularity of a zeppelin.
They all knew exactly what they must do. And they streamed toward the airship, the swiftest reaching it first, but none so swiftly as Sayan Kotor; the tiny wrens and finches, the darting swifts, the silent-winged owls—within a minute the craft was laden with them, their claws daemon uttered a harsh scream, and from below came in a thousand different voices the calls of a thousand birds: the too-whoo of owls, the alarm shriek of little sparrows, . Sayan Kotor was calling them. And in answer they came, every bird in the forest, whether they had been gliding in the hunt on silent wings or roosting asleep; they came fluttering upward in their thousands through the tumbling air.And Lee felt whatever bird nature he was sharing respond with joy to the command of the eagle queen, and whatever humanness he had left felt the strangest of pleasures: that of offering eager obedience to a stronger power that was wholly right. And he wheeled and turned with the rest of the mighty flock, a hundred different species all turning as one in the

Sandro Botticelli Pallas and the Centaur

2009-02-12T00:00:00.000-08:00

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as usual. I should be asking you for identification. Who appointed you? And why?"
"Here's my ID," said the man, showing her a card, too quickly for her to read it. "Where's yours?"
She noticed he had a mobile phone in a holster at his hip. Or was it a gun? No, surely, she was being paranoid. And he hadn't answered her questions. But if she persisted, she'd make him suspicious, and the important thing now was to get into the lab. Soothe him like a dog, she thought. She fumbled through her bag and found her wallet.and an elderly porter, and she knew why the change had come about. But it meant that she had very little time; she'd have to get it right at once, because once they realized what she was doing, she wouldn't be able to come back again.
She locked the door behind her and lowered the blinds. She switched on the detector and then took a floppy disk from her pocket and slipped controlled the Cave"Will this do?" she said, showing him the card she used to operate the barrier in the car park.He looked at it briefly."What are you ."He seemed to be searching for a reason to forbid her, or perhaps he was just exercising his power. Finally he nodded and stood aside. She went past, smiling at him, but his face remained blank.When she reached the laboratory, she was still trembling. There had never been any more "security" in this building than a lock on the door

Claude Monet La Japonaise

2009-02-11T00:30:00.000-08:00

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judge ruled that when the girl reaches puberty, she will have the right to request a divorce by filing a petition with the court, the lawyer said.
Christoph spokesman for the Human Rights Commission, a Saudi government-run human rights group, said his organization is fighting against child marriages.
"The Human Rights Commission opposes child marriages in Saudi Arabia," al-Harithi said. "Child marriages violate international agreements that have been signed by Saudi Arabia and should not be allowed."
The spokesman said he did not have specific details about this Wilcke, a Saudi Arabia researcher for Human Rights Watch, said his organization has heard many other cases of child marriages."We've been hearing about these types of cases once every four or five months because the Saudi public is now able to express this kind of anger, especially so when girls are traded off to older men," Wilcke said.Zuhair al-Harithi, a

Unknown Artist Mary Magdalene at the Tomb

2009-02-05T23:27:00.000-08:00

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said, "Who is this man who's got the knife?"
They were in the Rolls-Royce, driving up through Oxford. Sir Charles sat in the front, half-turned around, and Will and Lyra sat . In Cittagazze there's a Guild of learned men, so called, who used to do so all the time."
"You en't from this world at all!" said Lyra suddenly. "You're from there, en't you?"
And again came that strange nudge at her memory. She was almost certain she'd seen him before.
"No, I'm not," he said.in the back, with Pantalaimon a mouse now, soothed in Lyra's hands."Someone who has no more right to the knife than I have to the alethiometer," said Sir Charles. "Unfortunately for all of us, the alethiometer is in my possession, and the knife is in his.""How do you know about that other world anyway?""I know many things that you don't. What else would you expect? I am a good deal older and considerably better informed. There are a number of doorways between this world and that; those who know where they are can easily pass back and forth

Leroy Neiman The Maulers

2009-02-04T23:53:00.000-08:00

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Grumman?" said the black-bearded fur trader. "From the Berlin Academy? Reckless. I met him five years back over at the northern end of the Urals. I thought he was dead."
Sam Cansino, an old acquaintance and a Texan like Lee Scoresby, sat in the naphtha-laden, smoky bar of the Samirsky , by initiation?"
"You don't say," said Lee Scoresby, tipping more vodka into Sam's glass. His daemon, Hester, crouched at his elbow on the bar, eyes half-closed as usual, ears flat along Hotel and tossed back a shot glass of bitingly cold vodka. He nudged the plate of pickled fish and black bread toward Lee, who took a mouthful and nodded for Sam to tell him more."He'd walked into a trap that fool Yakovlev laid," the fur trader went on, "and cut his leg open to the bone. Instead of on using the stuff the bears use—bloodmoss—some kind of lichen, it ain't a true moss. Anyway, he was lying on a sledge alternately roaring with pain and calling out instructions to his men—they were taking star sights, and they had to get the measurements right or he'd lash them with his tongue, and boy, he had a tongue like barbed wire. A lean man, tough, powerful, curious about everything. You know he was a Tartar

John William Waterhouse Hylas and the Nymphs

2009-02-03T18:43:00.000-08:00

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car, but he took no notice of Will, and Will didn't look at him. The less notice people took, the better.
Holding Moxie against his chest, he unlocked the door and went in quickly. Then he listened very carefully before putting her down. There was nothing to hear; the house was empty.
He opened a tin kept her underclothes, and then he worked systematically through the rest of the rooms upstairs, even his own. Moxie came to see what he was doing and sat and cleaned herself nearby, for company.
But he didn't find it.
By that time it was dark, and he was hungry. He made himself baked for Moxie and left her to eat in the kitchen. How long before the men came back? There was no way of telling, so he'd better move quickly. He went upstairs and began to search.He was looking for a battered green leather . There are a surprising number of places to hide something that size even in any ordinary modern house; you don't need secret panels and extensive cellars in order to make something hard to find. Will searched his mother's bedroom first, ashamed to be looking through the drawers where she

Thomas Kinkade Deer Creek Cottage

2009-02-02T23:12:00.000-08:00

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LinkedIn is more appropriate for work connections. It’s mostly about surface things.
You can’t communicate much on Facebook. True, you can share quizzes and jokes, and poke people, or send funny icons. And you can see what that old friend in high school now looks like (admit it, you’ve checked), but you can’t contribute , but found there were a sea of others with my same name out there. (Most of them college students I imagine.) He requested that we be “friends” and I agreed. When we did finally link to each other, I discovered that he already had close to 150 other “friends” on Facebook. Somehow the sweetness of his wanting my “friendship” dissipated. Was I much of your personality or truly understand another human being. You can post a link to a story; but it fades into the background. We all use it because we think that’s all there is. Like all trends, someday something else will come along and rapidly replace it.A friend tried looking for me on Facebook

Arthur Hughes The King's Orchard

2009-02-01T19:11:00.000-08:00

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it was coming apart... No, something was getting off its back.
The something was a man.
She could see him quite clearly, even at that distance; the moonlight was brilliant, and her eyes were adjusted to it. She looked through the spyglass, and put the matter beyond doubt: it was a human figure, radiating Dust.
He was poured icy water over her heart. Every separate hair on her flesh stirred.
She was too far away to do anything: even if she'd shouted, he wouldn't have heard. She had to watch as he stepped into the village, looking to the left and right, stopping every so often to listen, moving from house to house.carrying something: a long stick of some kind. He came along the path quickly and easily, not running, but moving like an athlete or a hunter. He was dressed in simple dark clothes that would normally conceal him well; but through the spyglass he showed up as if he were under a spotlight.And as he came closer to the village, she realized what that stick was. He was carrying a rifle.She felt as if someone had

Vincent van Gogh Cafe Terrace at Night

2009-01-20T22:21:00.000-08:00

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the dead, and they have opened a way for the ghosts to come out. As soon as the dead reach the open, they dissolve as their daemons did, and it seems that this is the most sweet and desirable end for them. And the alethiometer tells me no, I know you can't predict. Is she, how is she, has she..."
"She is suffering, she is in pain, she is afraid. But she has the companionship of the boy, and of the two Gallivespian spies, and they are still all together."
"And the bomb?"
"The bomb did not hurt her."
Mrs. Coulter felt suddenly exhausted. She wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep for months, for years. Outside, the flag rope snapped and clattered in the wind, and the that the girl did this because she overheard a prophecy that there would come an end to death, and she thought that this was a task for her to accomplish. As a result, there is now a way out of the world of the dead."Mrs. Coulter couldn't speak. She had to turn away and go to the window to conceal the emotion on her face. Finally she said:"And will she come out alive?, But

Paul Klee Senecio

2009-01-18T21:38:00.000-08:00

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voices crying was impossible to tell: high, mournful shrieks and wails that hung in the air like the drifting filaments of a jellyfish, causing pain wherever they touched.
"There's a door," said Will in a hoarse, strained voice.
It was a battereda vulture, with the face and breasts of a woman. Will had seen pictures of creatures like her, and the word harpy came to mind as soon as he saw her clearly. Her face was smooth and unwrinkled, but aged beyond even the age of the wooden postern under a slab of stone. Before Will could lift his hand and open it, one of those high, harsh cries sounded very close by, jarring their ears and frightening them horribly.Immediately the Gallivespians darted into the air, the dragonflies like little warhorses eager for battle. But the thing that flew down swept them aside with a brutal blow from her wing, and then settled heavily on a ledge just above the children's heads. Tialys and Salmakia gathered themselves and soothed their shaken mounts.The thing was a great bird the size of

Jack Vettriano Couple On The Promenade

2009-01-15T23:09:00.001-08:00

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of the... My heart nearly stopped... It was what they, we, what I had done to other children, but when it was mine... Oh, you can't conceive the horror of that moment, I hope you never suffer as I did then... But I got her free; I took her out;will take, I don't know, but she's growing up, after all. It's not hard to imagine. And now that the Church knows that, too, they'll kill her. If it all depends on her, could they risk letting her live? Would they dare take the chance that she'd refuse this temptation, whatever it will be?
"No, they're bound to kill her. If they could, they'd go back to the garden I saved her a second time."But even as I did that, I still felt myself part of the Church, a servant, a loyal and faithful and devoted servant, because I was doing the Authority's work."And then I learned the witches' prophecy. Lyra will somehow, sometime soon, be tempted, as Eve was, that's what they say. What form this temptation

Thomas Kinkade London

2009-01-14T23:45:00.000-08:00

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Thank you," she said to her, her what? Her steed? Her cycle? Both ideas were absurdly wrong for the bright-eyed amiability that stood beside her. She settled for, friend.
He raised his trunk and imitated her words:
"Anku," he said, and again they laughed, in high spirits.
She took her washed. In return, they let her feel their trunks. They were infinitely flexible, and about as long as her arm, thicker where they joined the head, and quite powerful enough to crush her skull, she guessed. The two finger-like projections at the tip were capable of enormous force and great rucksack from the other creature ("Anku! Anku!") and walked with them off the basalt and on to the hard-packed earth of the village.And then her absorption truly began.In the next few days she learned so much that she felt like a child again, bewildered by school. What was more, the wheeled people seemed to be just as wonderstruck by her. Her hands, to begin with. They couldn't get enough of them: their delicate trunks felt over every joint, searching out thumbs, knuckles, and fingernails, flexing them gently, and they watched with amazement as she picked up her rucksack, conveyed food to her mouth, scratched, combed her hair,

Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

2009-01-13T23:16:00.000-08:00

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What is it?" said the woman's voice, speaking to the monkey, and then the cave darkened as her form came into the entrance. "Has the girl been? Yes, there's the food she left. She shouldn't come in, though. We must arrange a spot on the path forhead: she could see the enchanted sleeper moving, tossing from side to side, throwing an arm across her eyes. She was waking!
And the woman took no notice!
She heard all right, because she looked up briefly, but she soon turned back to her herbs and the boiling water. She poured the decoction into a beaker and let it stand, and only then her to leave the food at."Without a glance at the sleeper, the woman stooped to bring the fire to life, and set a pan of water to heat while her daemon crouched nearby watching over the path. From time to time he got up and looked around the cave, and Ama, getting cramped and uncomfortable in her narrow hiding place, wished ardently that she'd waited outside and not gone in. How long was she going to be trapped?The woman was mixing some herbs and powders into the heating water. Ama could smell the astringent flavors as they drifted out with the steam. Then came a sound from the back of the cave: the girl was murmuring and stirring. Ama turned her

Thomas Kinkade Evening on the Avenue

2009-01-12T22:21:00.001-08:00

Thomas Kinkade Evening on the AvenueThomas Kinkade Cobblestone ChristmasThomas Kinkade Cobblestone Brooke Personal Development for Smart People gets a very solid 4.25 out of 5 on my list of stars (that doesn’t actually exist). I’m no professional book reviewer. However, I’m a HUGE Personal Development FAN, Steve clearly points out the significant impact and control habits have over our lives. I particularly liked his imagination exercise where he asks readers to use their mind’s principles; truth, love and power. These support and spawn the four secondary principles; oneness, authority, courage and intelligence. While his theories align very well to support having read seemingly everything in the genre and I’m most impressed with Steve’s first effort. Very well done! I recommend you not only buy this for yourself but for those special people in your life who may need a little guidance. Personal Development for Smart People would make for a very unique and thoughtful gift this holiday season.
Thanks again Steve! Wishing you all the Best! I look forward to watching this scale the Amazon charts.

Alexandre Cabanel Ophelia

2009-01-11T23:26:00.000-08:00

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This is truly a favorite of men everywhere. Just the thought of it isenough to bring most guys to full attention.There's something about being on his stomach that makes everythingyour man feels much more intense. Perhaps it's the increased bloodflow caused by gravity.Here's What You Need:One webbed patio lounge chair.Two starts to riseand his feet will rest where one's head would normally go).Your man's penis should now be dangling through the opening.Get under the chair and lie on your back on top of the pillows. Positionyour mouth directly under your man's penis. Grip the outermost edges ofthe chair and pull yourself up and pleasure your man orally.pillows.One roll of masking tape.Here's How You Do It:Adjust the back of the lounge chair so that it lays flat (if it won't go downall the way, don't worry about it; we'll fix that in a second).Place the pillows directly under the chair, lengthwise.Pull the center-most straps apart and, using the masking tape, affix themto the next-closest straps. This creates an opening in the chair aboutfour or five inches wide.Get your man naked. Have him lie in the chair on his stomach. If thechair is flat, he can lie with his head in either direction. If the back of thechair is still at a bit of an angle, have him lie with his head at the otherend (his knees can easily bend where the back of the chair

Andy Warhol So Slow

2009-01-07T23:48:00.000-08:00

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recalled the fate of Marco Polo who died under a cloud of contempt. Men of his time thought him a fake; nobody believed in the existence of the China he had seen and described.
But now, at seventy years of age, anxiety over such skepticism no longer troubles me. I am firmly convinced that, however justified
By the time von Urban published his book in 1949, Freudian analysis had captivated Western culture, convincing people that repressed sexual desire was behind most of humanity’s ills. Accepting this premise (and those of Freud's pupil, Wilhelm Reich, who clamored even more loudly for unrestrained sexual expression), most it may seem today, it will disappear, post mortem, when my findings are verified.Despite his courage, and despite the benefits of Karezza with which he was familiar, he emphasized delaying orgasm rather than avoiding it altogether. Even so, his colleagues were right. The American Journal of Psychotherapy criticized his work, It is unfortunate that von Urban’s laudable desire to promote marital has tempted him to lay down sex hard and fast “rules” for sex….

Jack Vettriano Angel

2009-01-05T23:43:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano AngelJack Vettriano And So to BedJack Vettriano an Imperfect past
WEEKS and months had passed since the children's departure on their journey; and the hour of separation was at hand. Light had been very sad lately; she had counted the days in sorrow, without a word to the Animals and Things, who had no idea of the misfortune that threatened them.
On the day when we ; and Sugar presented a most piteous sight. The poor fellow was reduced to a shadow of his former self, shrank visibly day by day and was sillier than ever, while Water, in marrying, had lost her principal charm, her simplicity. The Cat had remained the liar that she always was; and our dear friend Tylô had never been able to overcome his hatred for her. see them for the last time, they were all out in the of the temple. Light stood watching them from a marble terrace, with Tyltyl and Mytyl sleeping by her side. Much had happened in the past twelve months; but the Animals and Things, which had no intelligence to guide it, had made no progress: on the contrary! Bread had eaten so much that he was now not able to walk: Milk, devoted as ever, dragged him along in a Bath chair. Fire's nasty temper had made him quarrel with everybody and he had become very lonely and unhappy in consequence. Water, who had no will of her own, had ended by yielding to Sugar's sweet entreaties: they were now married

Abrishami The Mirror

2009-01-02T23:23:00.000-08:00

Abrishami The MirrorAbrishami Tender ShoulderAbrishami TASTE OF TUSCANYAbrishami Sun Swing
It's just short aircar trip brought Arthur and the old Magrathean to a doorway. They left the car and went through the door into a waiting room full of glass-topped tables and perspex awards. Almost immediately, a light flashed above the door at Earth creature." Arthur glanced around and suddenly yelped. "Ugh!" he said. "There are mice on the table!" There was an awkward silence as everyone looked pointedly at Arthur. He was busy staring at two white mice sitting in what looked like whisky glasses on the table. He heard the silence and glanced around at everyone. "Oh!" he said, with sudden realization. "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't quite the other side of the room and they entered. "Arthur! You're safe!" a voice cried. "Am I?" said Arthur, rather startled. "Oh good." The lighting was rather subdued and it took him a moment or so to see Ford, Trillian and Zaphod sitting round a large table beautifully decked out with exotic dishes, strange sweetmeats and bizarre fruits. They were stuffing their faces. "What happened to you?" demanded Arthur. "Well," said Zaphod, attacking a boneful of grilled muscle, "our guests here have been gassing us and zapping our minds and being generally weird and have now given us a rather nice meal to make it up to us. Here," he said hoiking out a lump of evil smelling meat from a bowl, "have some Vegan Rhino's cutlet. It's delicious if you happen to like that sort of thing." "Hosts?" said Arthur. "What hosts? I don't see any ..." A small voice said, "Welcome to lunch,

Jack Vettriano Busted Flush

2008-12-30T22:45:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Busted FlushJack Vettriano BluebirdJack Vettriano Bluebird At Bonneville
Singing in an Auto-Tuned monotone with little regard for melody, West sounds ghostly as he recounts his romantic failures in brutal detail. Just when "Love Lockdown" seems too brittle to sustain itself, humanity arrives in the form of an army year, and, if you grant its premise and stick with it, also the best.
2. Pink's So WhatBy Josh Tyrangiel
Justin Timberlake's "Cry Me a River" remains the greatest rebound song of all time, but at least Pink can say she made a spirited run at the crown. "So What" packs in chanting, hand claps, a nursery rhyme melody and a chorus overdubbed until it sounds like 50 Pinks are calling her ex "a tool." It's the least subtle act of Japanese taiko drums. At first it sounds like pop-guns going off, but the drumming gets faster, warmer, wilder, and matched against West's distant vocals "Love Lockdown" turns into a dance song about misery — far closer to "Love Will Tear Us Apart" than any hip-hop ancestor. It's easily the most interesting pop experiment this

Waterhouse Miss Margaret Henderson

2008-12-29T22:57:00.000-08:00

Waterhouse Miss Margaret HendersonWaterhouse waterhouse The Flower PickerWaterhouse Waterhouse WindsweptWaterhouse said the Lady of Shalott
But we’re not there yet. Warren’s defamation of gay people illustrates why, as does our president-elect’s rationalization of it. When disingenuous defense of his tone-deaf invitation to Warren is nonetheless a relatively tiny infraction. It’s no Bay of Pigs. But it does add an asterisk to the joyous inaugural of our first black president. It’s bizarre that Obama, of all people, would allow himself to be on the wrong side of this history.Obama defends Warren’s words by calling them an example of the “wide range of viewpoints” in a “diverse and noisy and opinionated” America, he is being too cute by half. He knows full well that a “viewpoint” defaming any minority group by linking it to sexual crimes like pedophilia is unacceptable.It is even more toxic in a year when that group has been marginalized and stripped of its rights by ballot initiatives fomenting precisely such fears. “You’ve got to give them hope” was the refrain of the pioneering 1970s gay politician Harvey Milk, so Penn on screen this winter. Milk reminds us that hope has to mean action, not just words.By the historical standards of presidential hubris, Obama’s

Ernst Reading A Book

2008-12-23T21:00:00.000-08:00

Ernst Reading A BookErnst Der WeiseErnst The MusicianSeignac The Fragrant Iris
Rain gleaming like diamond inlays on the checking of the grip.Truman’s weapon.Find the boy. Shoot him but only in the leg. To keep him from going anywhere. Then hustle back to the garage for another set of keys, another getaway car.Corky the stripped-gear-popped-spring protest of a broken windup toy, the kid had gotten off the driveway, onto the grass. He seemed to be trying to reach a sbench that appeared to be an antique. Approaching, Corky raised the pistol. William Yorn, diligent groundskeeper, monitored every tree and shrub for disease and treated his green wards at the first sign of mold or blight, or pestilence. Occasionally, however, a plant could not be saved, and a replacement was then ordered from a tree broker.could still salvage the plan, for he was the son of chaos as surely as Fric was the son of the biggest movie star in the world, and chaos would not fail its child as the actor had failed his.He rounded the car and saw the boy on his side, kicking at the sodden ground, hitching forward like a crippled crab.Corky went after him.Although Fric proceeded by the strangest form of locomotion that [588] Corky had ever seen, making a thin whistling sound that suggested

O'Keeffe Red Canna 1923

2008-12-21T22:36:00.000-08:00

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Robbery/Homicide had an open case under the name Laputa. The investigation wasn’t currently active, due to a lack of evidence and leads.Four years ago, a woman named Justine Laputa, age sixty-eight, had been murdered in crime-scene address proved to be the residence that Hazard now had under surveillance.Watching the house 476] Mina Reynerd’s death, by lamp, had been likewise brutal.“Who were the detectives on the case?” Hazard asked.“Walt Sunderland, for one.”“I know him.”“I got lucky,” Laura said, “caught him on minutes ago. Told him I couldn’t right now explain why I needed to know, then asked if he’d had a suspect in that case. Didn’t hesitateas he spoke with Laura, Hazard said, “How did she die?”“The entire file isn’t on , just the open-case extract. According to that, she was bludgeoned to death with a fireplace poker.”Mina Reynerd had been shot in the foot, but the actual cause of her death had been bludgeoning with a marble-and-bronze lamp.A fireplace poker. A heavy lamp. In both cases, the killer had resorted to a blunt instrument near at hand. This might not be proof enough of one modus operandi, one killer, but it was a start.“Justine’s murder was savage, unusually violent,” Laura said. “The medical examiner estimates the killer delivered between forty and fifty blows with the poker.”[

Caravaggio The Crowning with Thorns painting

2008-12-19T01:19:00.001-08:00

Caravaggio The Crowning with Thorns paintingCaravaggio Narcissus paintingCaravaggio Madonna di Loreto painting
believed, and probably pitied.Having people pity you was better than having them think that you were as crazy as Barbra Streisand’s two-headed cat.That was one of Ghost Dad’s expressions. When he thought someone didn’t have both oars in the water, he said, “The guy’s as crazy as Barbra Streisand’s two-headed cat.”Years ago, Ghost have figured out which of them really wanted to kill which others.According to Ghost Dad, no one in the business dared tell the truth about anyone else in the because each of them knew [404] that any of the others was capable of conducting a bloody vendetta of such viciousness that it would have scared the shit out of the meanest Mafioso.Barbra Streisand didn’t actually have a two-headed cat. This Was just a “Dad had signed a deal to make a movie directed by Barbra Streisand. Something had gone terribly wrong. Eventually, he backed out of the project.He had never said a negative word about Ms. Streisand. But that didn’t mean they were as friendly and as eager for mutual adventures as all the little animals in The Wind in the Willows.In the , everyone pretended to be friends even if maybe they hated each other’s guts. They were kissy-faced, gushy-lovey, always hugging and backslapping, praising one another so convincingly that Sherlock Holmes couldn’t

Frank Dicksee Romeo and Juliet painting

2008-12-16T22:51:00.000-08:00

Frank Dicksee Romeo and Juliet paintingPierre Auguste Renoir A Girl with a Watering Can paintingPierre Auguste Renoir La Loge painting
open air, peels would give off an intense banana scent as they darkened. According to the movies, every serial killer had a sense of smell keener than that of a wolf. Banana peels might be the death of Fric if he didn’t stow them in an airtight container.A roll as large as a machete—scary to look at, but unwieldy.Instead, he chose a smaller but formidable knife with a six-inch blade, a wickedly pointed tip, and an edge sharp enough to split a human hair. The thought of cutting a person with it made him queasy.He put the knife on the lower shelf of the cart and covered it with a dishtowel.For the time being, he could think of nothing additional that he needed from the kitchenof paper towels. Several foil-wrapped moist towelettes. Even in hiding, he would want to be neat.[342] From a cupboard filled with Rubbermaid containers, he chose a pair of one-quart, soft-plastic jars with screw-on lids. They would serve in place of the library palm tree.Mr. Hachette, being a deeply unstable person, had stocked the kitchen with ten times more cutlery than would ever be needed even if the entire staff developed knife-throwing acts and ran off to work in carnival sideshows. Three wall racks and four drawers offered enough blades to arm the entire coconut-rich nation of Tuvalu.Fric selected a butcher knife. Proportionate to his size, the blade was

Jean Francois Millet Man with a hoe painting

2008-12-11T22:41:00.000-08:00

Jean Francois Millet Man with a hoe paintingHerbert James Draper The Water Nymph paintingHerbert James Draper Pot Pourri painting
between the display windows, as a young couple in raincoats and hoods strolled by on the sidewalk, led by a golden retriever on a leash.The dog looked up at Ethan, its eyes as wise as they were liquid and dark.“Good evening,” the couple said.Unable to back once more. Then the trio disappeared around the corner.In the street, the traffic was lighter than usual at this hour, moving faster than the weather warranted.Arriving at the red zone near the end of the block, Ethan stood under the last awning—and thought that he might stand there, well and safely back from the street, until dawn reclaimed the city from the night.A long gap appeared in the approaching traffic.With his trembling right hand, he fished his keys from a jacket pocket and thumbed the lock-speak, Ethan nodded.“Tink, let’s go,” the woman urged, and then repeated the command when the dog hesitated.The soaked retriever pranced away, snout lifted to savor the chilly air, followed by its companions.Ethan turned to peer at the florist who still stood behind the counter, past the glass coffins full of roses.Rowena had been staring after him. Now she quickly looked down as though attending to a task.On legs as shaky as his reason, Ethan retraced the route that he had taken to this place, under the sheltering awnings of shops and restaurants, toward the Expedition in the red zone.Ahead, Tink twice glanced back, but didn’t stop.Passing a restaurant bejeweled with candlelight and sparkling [175] tableware, the end of the block, the dog looked

John Singer Sargent Sargent Poppies painting

2008-12-10T22:38:00.001-08:00

John Singer Sargent Sargent Poppies paintingJohn Singer Sargent A Boating Party paintingLord Frederick Leighton Nude on the Beach paintingLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Idyll painting
unforgettable evening.Fric wondered if all that effort and expense was worthwhile. At the end of the night, half the guests departed so drunk or so drug-fried that in the morning they wouldn’t remember where they had been.If you sat them in lawn chairs, gave them bags of burgers, and provided tanker trucks of wine, they would get wasted as usual. Then they’d puke their guts out as usual, collapse into unconsciousness as usual, and wake up the next day none the wiser.Because he was chief of security, Mr. Truman had two lines in his apartment, one personal and Only .The groundskeeper had a line of his own, but the totally scary [98] chef, Mr. Hachette, and the happy cook, Mr. Baptiste, shared one of Mrs. McBee’s lines.Ms. Hepplewhite, personal assistant to Ghost Dad, had two lines for her use.Freddie Nielander, the famous supermodel known in Fricsylvania as Nominal Mom, had a dedicated phone line here, although she had Dad nearly ten years ago and had stayed overnight less than ten times since then.Ghost Dad once told Freddie that he called her line every now and then, hoping she would answer and would tell him that she had come back to him at last and forever.Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.

Winslow Homer West Point Prout's Neck painting

2008-12-10T00:45:00.000-08:00

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cameras operated 24/7. From the security office in the groundskeeper’s building and from several points in the house, any videocàm in the system could be accessed if you knew the command.Several televisions in the house and a bank of six in the security office could receive the video feed from any camera. One TV could display as many as four views simultaneously in quarter-screen format. Therefore, the security team was able to study images from as many as twenty-fourbullshitted each other. If an alarm was triggered, however, they could have an immediate, close look at whatever corner of the estate had been violated. Camera by camera, they would be able to track an intruder as he moved from one field of view into another.From the security-office keyboard, a guard could direct the video [13] feed from any of the eighty-six sources to a VCR. The system included twelve VCRs capable of simultaneously recording forty-eight feeds in quarter-screen format.Even if a guard were not paying attention, motion detectors associated with each camera would instigate automatic recording of that field of vision when any living thing larger than a dog passed through its area of responsibility.At 3:32 A.M. the previous night, motion detectors related to Camera 01, which ceaselessly

George Inness Peace and Plenty painting

2008-12-07T22:42:00.000-08:00

George Inness Peace and Plenty paintingGeorge Inness Home at Montclair paintingGeorge Inness Fisherman in a Stream paintingGeorge Inness Delaware Water Gap painting
, and it may point to no more than spies of Mordor roaming on the slopes of Amon Lhaw. I have never heard before of Orcs upon Amon Hen. Yet Company that has travelled so far in fellowship? Shall we turn west with Boromir and go to the wars of Gondor; or turn east to the Fear and Shadow; or shall we break our fellowship and go this way and that as each may choose? Whatever we do must be done soon. We cannot long halt here. The enemy is on the eastern shore, we know; but I fear that the Orcs may already be on this side of the water.'There was a long silence in which no one spoke or moved.who knows what may happen in these evil days, now that Minas Tirith no longer holds secure the passages of Anduin. We must go warily tomorrow.'The day came like fire and smoke. Low in the East there were black bars of cloud like the fumes of a great burning. The rising sun lit them from beneath with flames of murky red; but soon it climbed above them into a clear sky. The summit of Tol Brandir was tipped with gold. Frodo looked out eastward and gazed at the tall island. Its sides sprang sheer out of the running water. High up above the tall cliffs were steep slopes upon which trees climbed, mounting one head above another; and above them again were grey faces of inaccessible rock, crowned by a great spire of stone. Many birds were circling about it, but no sign of other living things could be seen.When they had eaten, Aragorn called the Company together. `The day has come at last,' he said: 'the day of choice which we have long delayed. What shall now become of our

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Christmas painting

2008-12-05T00:28:00.000-08:00

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Christmas paintingThomas Kinkade Lamplight bridge painting
head of the glen a torrent flowed like a white lace over an endless ladder of short falls, and a mist of foam hung in the air about the mountains' feet.`Yonder is the Dimrill Stair,' said Aragorn, pointing to the falls. 'Down the deep-cloven way that climbs beside the torrent we should have come, if fortune had been kinder.'`Or Caradhras less cruel,' said Gimli. `There he stands smiling in the sun! ' He shook his fist at the furthest of the snow-capped peaks
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`At least we may yet be avenged. Let us gird ourselves and weep no more! Come! We have a long road, and much to do.'They rose and looked about them. Northward the dale ran up into a glen of shadows between two great arms of the mountains, above which three white peaks were shining: Celebdil, Fanuidhol, Caradhras. the Mountains of Moria. At the and turned away.To the east the outflung arm of the mountains marched to a sudden end, and far lands could be descried beyond them, wide and vague. To the south the Misty Mountains receded endlessly as far as sight could reach. Less than a mile away, and a little below them, for they still stood high up on the west side of the dale, there lay a mere. It was long and oval, shaped like a great spear-head thrust deep into the northern glen; but its southern end was beyond the shadows under the

Guido Reni paintings

2008-12-03T22:52:00.000-08:00

Guido Reni paintingsGeorge Inness paintings
was hot when I first took it, hot as a glede, and my hand was scorched, so that I doubt if ever again I shall be free of the pain of it. Yet even as I write it is cooled, and it seemeth to shrink, though it loseth neither its beauty nor its shape. Already it, which at first was as clear as red flame, fadeth and is now only barely to be read. It isin an elven-script of Eregion, for they have no letters in Mordor for such subtle work; but the language is unknown to me. I deem it to be a tongue of the Black Land, since it is foul and uncouth. What evil it saith I do not know; but I trace here a copy of it, lest it fade beyond recall. The Ring misseth, maybe, the heat of Sauron's hand,
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burned like fire, and so Gil-galad was destroyed; and maybe were the gold made hot again, thewould be refreshed. But for my part I will risk no hurt to this thing: of all the works of Sauron the only fair. It is precious to me, though I buy it with great pain.'When I read these words, my quest was ended. For the traced as Isildur guessed, in the tongue of Mordor and the servants of the Tower. And what was said therein was already known

Stubbs A Foxhound,Ringwod

2008-12-02T20:08:00.000-08:00

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'When did you last see Gandalf?' asked Frodo. 'Do you know where he is, or what he is doing?'Strider looked grave. 'I do not know,' he said. 'I came west with him in the spring. I have often kept watch on the borders of the Shire in the last few years, when he was busy elsewhere. He seldom left it unguarded. We last met on the first of May: at Sam Ford down the Brandywine. He told me that with you had gone well, and that you would be starting for Rivendell in the last week of September. As I knew he was at your side, I went away on a journey of my own. And that has proved ill; for plainly some news reached him, and I was not at hand to help.'I am told me that you had left your but there was no news of your leaving Buckland. I have been watching the East Road anxiously.''Do you think the Black Riders have anything to do with it - with Gandalf's absence, I mean?' asked Frodo.'I do not know of anything else that could have hindered him, except the Enemy himself,' said troubled, for the first time since I have known him. We should have had messages, even if he could not come himself. When I returned, many days ago, I heard the ill news. The tidings had gone far and wide that Gandalf was missing and the horsemen had been seen. It was the Elven-folk of Gildor that told me this; and later they

Caillebotte The Parc Monceau

2008-12-01T21:24:00.000-08:00

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see Elves now, nor dragons, nor mountains, that I want - I don’t rightly know what I want: but I have something to do before the end, and it lies ahead, not in the Shire. I must see it through, sir, if you understand me.’‘I don’t altogether. But I understand that Gandalf chose me a good companion. I am content. We will go together.’Frodo finished his breakfast in silence. Then standing up he looked over the land ahead, and am going to cut straight across country from here.’‘Then you are going to fly,’ said Pippin. ‘You won’t cut straight on foot anywhere in this country.’‘We can cut straighter than the road anyway,’ answered Frodo. ‘The Ferry is east from Woodhall; but the hard road curves away to the left – you can see a bend of it away north over there. It goes round called to Pippin.‘All ready to start?’ he said as Pippin ran up. ‘We must be getting off at once. We slept late; and there are a good many miles to go.’‘You slept late, you mean,’ said Pippin. ‘I was up long before; and we are only waiting for you to finish eating and thinking.’‘I have finished both now. And I am going to make for Bucklebury Ferry as quickly as possible. I am not going out of the way, back to the road we left last night: I the north end of the Marish so as to strike the causeway from the Bridge above Stock. But that is

Neiman Diamond Head Hawaii

2008-11-30T23:21:00.001-08:00

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it is now: the Nine he has gathered to himself; the Seven also, or else they are destroyed. The Three are hidden still. But that no longer troubles him. He only needs the One; for he made that Ring himself, it is his, and he let a great part of his own former power pass into it, so that he could rule all the others. If he recovers it, then he will command them all again, wherever they be, even the Three, and all that has been wrought with them will saw already dark fingers stretching out to seize it.‘It was taken from him,’ said Gandalf. ‘The strength of the Elves to resist him was greater long ago; and not all Men were estranged from them. The Men of Westernesse came to their aid. That is a Chapter of ancient history which it might be good to recall; for there was sorrow then too, and gathering dark, but great valour, and great deeds that were not wholly vain. One day, perhaps, I will tell you all the tale, or you shall hear it told in full by one who knows it best.be laid bare, and he will be stronger than ever.‘And this is the dreadful chance, Frodo. He believed that the One had perished; that the Elves had destroyed it, as should have been done. But he knows now that it has not perished, that it has been found. So he is seeking it, seeking it, and all his thought is bent on it. It is his great hope and our great fear.’‘Why, why wasn’t it destroyed?’ cried Frodo. ‘And how did the Enemy ever come to lose it, if he was so strong, and it was so precious to him?’ He clutched the Ring in his hand, as if he

Neiman Swiss Race

2008-11-28T21:36:00.000-08:00

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Chapters that are to some a blemish are all by others specially approved. The most critical reader of all, myself, now finds many defects, minor and major, but being fortunately under no obligation either to review the book or to write it again, he will pass over these in silence, except one that has been noted by others: the things long before in mind, or in some cases already written, and little or nothing in it was modified by the war that began in 1939 or its sequels.The real war does not resemble the legendary war in its process or its conclusion. If it had inspired or directed the development of the legend, then certainly the Ring would have been seized and used against Sauron; he would not have been annihilated but enslaved, and Barad-dûr would not have been destroyed but occupied. Saruman, failing to get possession of the Ring, would m the confusion and treacheries of the time have found in Mordor the missing links in his own researches into Ring-lore, and before long he would have made a Great Ring of his own with which to challenge the selfbook is too short.As for any inner meaning or 'message', it has in the intention of the author none. It is neither allegorical nor topical. As the story grew it put down roots (into the past) and threw out unexpected branches: but its main theme was settled from the outset by the inevitable choice of the Ring as the link between it and The Hobbit. The crucial Chapter, "The Shadow of the Past', is one of the oldest parts of the tale. It was written long before the foreshadow of 1939 had yet become a threat of inevitable disaster, and from that point the story would have developed along essentially the same lines, if that disaster had been averted. Its sources are

Lawrence Alma-Tadema Autumn Vintage Festival

2008-11-27T21:48:00.001-08:00

Lawrence Alma-Tadema Autumn Vintage FestivalLawrence Alma-Tadema ask me no moreLawrence Alma-Tadema An OleanderLawrence Alma-Tadema An Earthly Paradise
web were there still, but the swarms of descendants he had spawned had been driven out by the Death Eaters, to fight for their cause.

　　　A fire burned in the middle of the clearing, and its flickering light fell over a crowd of completely silent, watchful Death Eaters. Some of them were still masked and hooded; others showed their faces. Two giants sat on the outskirts of the group, casting massive shadows over the scene, their faces cruel, rough-hewn like rock. Harry saw Fenrir, skulking, chewing his long nails; the great blond Rowle was dabbing at his bleeding lip. He saw Lucius Malfoy, who looked defeated and terrified, and Narcissa, whose eyes were sunken and full of apprehension.

　　　Every eye was fixed upon Voldemort, who stood with his head bowed, and his white hands folded over the Elder Wand in front of him. He might have been praying, or else counting silently in of hide-and-seek. Behind his head, still swirling and coiling, the great snake Nagini floated in her glittering, charmed cage, like a monstrous halo.

Cezanne Still Life with Peaches and Pears

2008-11-27T00:10:00.000-08:00

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Let's move, NOW!"

Pushing Hermione ahead of him with ron, Harry stooped to seize Fred's body under the armpit. Percy, realizing what Harry was trying to do, stopped clinging to the body and helped: together, crouching low to avoid the curses flying at them from the grounds, they hauled Fred out of the way.
whether friends or foes he could not tell. Rounding the corner, Percy let out a bull-like roar: "ROOKWOOD!" and sprinted off in the direction of a tall man, who was pursuing a couple of students. "Harry, in here!" Hermione screamed.
"Here," said Harry, and they placed him in a niche where a suit of armor had stood earlier. He could not bear to look at Fred a second longer than he had to, and after making sure that the body was well-hidden, he took off after ron and Hermione. Malfoy and Goyle had vanished but at the end of the corridor, which was now full of dust and falling masonry, glass long gone from windows, he saw many people running backward and forward,

Romanello Friends and Lovers

2008-11-26T01:16:00.001-08:00

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galloped past on horses, their heads screaming with bloodlust under their arms. Harry staggered to his feet when the Headless Hunt had passed and looked around: The battle was still going on all around him. He could hear more scream than those of the retreating ghosts. Panic flared within him.

　　　"Where's Ginny?" he said sharply. "She was here. She was supposed to be going back into the Room of Requirement."
　　　"No," said Hermione, getting to her feet too. Malfoy and Goyle remained slumped hopelessly on the corridor floor; neither of them had wands. "Let's stick together. I say we go – Harry, what's that on your arm?"
　　　"Blimey, d'you reckon it'll still work after that fire?" asked Ron, but he too got to his feet, rubbing his chest and looking left and right. "Shall we split up and look – ?"

"What? Oh yeah –"

Kahlo Portrait of Lupe Marin

2008-11-24T20:46:00.000-08:00

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dragon did not seem to have noticed anything; it was already fifty feet away, swooping low over the lake to scoop up water in its scarred snout. As Ron and Hermione emerged, spluttering and gasping, from the depths of the lake, the dragon flew on, its wings beating hard, and landed at last on a distant bank.
　Hermione collapsed, coughing and shuddering. Though Harry could have happily lain down and slept, he staggered to his feet, drew out his wand, and started casting the usual protective spells around them. 　When he had finished, he joined the others. It was the first time that he had seen them properly since escaping from the vault. Both had angry red burns all over their faces and arms, and their clothing was singed
　Harry, Ron and Hermione struck out for the opposite shore. The lake did not seem to be deep. Soon it was more a question of fighting their way through reeds and mud than swimming, and at last they flopped, sodden, panting, and exhausted, onto slippery grass.

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enough room to move, they started to eat. The fire crackled and popped in the grate

beside them. Fleur, Harry noticed, was merely playing with her food; she glanced at the

window every few minutes; however, Bill returned before they had finished their first

course, his long hair tangled by the wind.

"Everything's fine," he told Fleur. "Ollivander settled in, Mum and Dad say hello. Ginny

sends you all her love, Fred and George are driving Muriel up the wall, they're still

operating an Owl-her back room. It cheered her up to have her tiara

back, though. She said she thought we'd stolen it."

"Ah, she eez charmant, your aunt," said Fleur crossly, waving her wand and causing the

dirty plates to rise and form a stack in midair. She caught them and marched out of the

room.

"Daddy's made a tiara," piped up Luna, "Well, more of a crown, really."

Ron caught Harry's eye and grinned; Harry knew that he was remembering the ludicrous

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don't know," he said, and he walked away toward the fireplace where his mother stood watching.

　　　"We had better be certain, Lucius," Narcissa called to her husband in her cold, clear voice. "Completely sure that it is Potter, before we summon the Dark Lord . . . They say this is his" – she was looking closely at the blackthorn wand – "but it does not resemble Ollivander's description. . . . If we are mistaken, if we call the Dark Lord here for nothing . . . Remember what he did to Rowle and Dolohov?"
"I . . . maybe . . . yeah." 　　　"But then, that's the Weasley boy!" shouted Lucius, striding around the bound prisoners to face Ron. "It's them, Potter's friends – Draco, look at hi
　　　"What about the Mudblood, then?" growled Greyback. Harry was nearly thrown off his feet as the Snatchers forced the prisoners to swivel around again, so that the light fell on Hermione instead.

　　　"Wait," said Narcissa sharply. "Yes – yes, she was in Madam Malkin's with Potter! I saw her picture in the Prophet! Look, Draco, isn't it the Granger girl?"

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was the first time he had felt fully connected to the outside world for a long time.

　　　"Thank you," said Lee's voice. "And now we can return to regular contributor Royal, for an update on how the new Wizarding order is affecting the Muggle world."

"Thanks, River," said an unmistakable voice, deep, measured, reassuring.
own safety to protect Muggle friends and neighbors, often without the Muggles' knowledge. I'd like to appeal to all our listeners to emulate their example
"Kingsley!" burst out Ron.

"We know!" said Hermione, hushing him.

　　　"Muggles remain ignorant of the source of their suffering as they continue to sustain heavy casualties," said Kingsley. "However, we continue to hear truly inspirational stories of wizards and witches risking their

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Do you mind if I talk to you?"

"No," he said because he did not want to hurt her feelings.

　　　"Harry, you wanted to know who that man in the picture was. Well . . . I've got the book."

　　　Timidly she pushed it onto his lap, a of Albus Dumbledore.

"Where --- how --- ?"

　　　"It was in Bathilda's sitting room, just lying there. . . . This note was sticking out of the top of it."

Hermione read the few lines of spiky, acid-.

　　　" ‘Dear Bally, Thanks for your help. Here's a copy of the book, hope you like it. You said everything, even if you don't remember it. Rita.' I think it must have arrived while the real Bathilda was alive, but perhaps she wasn't in any fit state to read it?"

"No, she probably wasn't."

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Slightly crestfallen, Harry watched Phineas redouble his attempts to leave his frame.

　　　"Professor Black," said Hermione, "couldn't you just tell us, please, when was the last time the sword was taken out of its case? Before Ginny took it out, I mean?"

Phineas snorted impatiently.
edge of his hat brim remained in view when Harry gave a sudden shout. "Wait! Have you told Snape you saw this?" Phineas Nigellus stuck his blindfolded head back into the picture.
　　　"I believe that the last time I saw the sword of Gryffindor leave its case was when Professor Dumbledore used it to break open a ring."

　　　Hermione whipped around to look at Harry. Neither of them dared say more in front of Phineas Nigellus, who had at least managed to locate the exit.

　　　"Well, good night to you," he said a little waspishly, and he began to move out of sight again. Only the

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scribbling on a trail of parchment.
realized what he was watching was the creation of pamphlets – that the paper squares were pages, which, when assembled, folded and magicked into place, fell into neat stacks beside each witch or wizard. 　　　Harry crept closer, although the workers were so intent on what they were doing that he doubted they would notice a carpet-muffled footstep, and he slid a completed
　　　Now paying attention to the names on the doors, Harry turned a corner. Halfway along the next corridor he emerged into a wide, open space where a dozen witches and wizards sat in rows at small desks not unlike school desks, though much more highly polished and free from graffiti. Harry paused to watch them, for the effect was quite mesmerizing. They were all waving and twiddling their wands in unison, and squares of colored paper were flying in every direction like little pink kites. After a few seconds, Harry realized that there was a rhythm to the proceedings, that the papers all formed the same pattern and after a few more seconds he

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Harry do you really think you'll get the truth from a malicious old woman like Muriel, or from Rita Skeeter? How can you believe them? You knew Dumbledore!"

"I thought I did," he muttered.

　　　"But you know how much truth there was in everything Rita wrote about you! Doge is right, how can you let these people tarnish your memories of Dumbledore?"

　　　He looked away, trying not to betray the resentment he felt. There it was again: Choose what to believe. He wanted the truth. Why was everybody so determined that he should not get it?

　　　"Shall we go down to the kitchen?" Hermione suggested after a little pause. "Find something for breakfast?"

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Hermione, have you got Muggle money to pay for this?"

　　　"Yes, I took out all my Building Society savings before I came to the Burrow. I'll bet all the change is at the bottom," sighed Hermione, reaching for her beaded bag.

　　　The two workmen made identical movements, and Harry mirrored them without conscious thought: All three of them drew their wands. Ron, a few seconds late in realizing what was going on, lunged across the table, pushing Hermione sideways onto her bench. The force of the Death Eaters' spells shattered the tiled wall where Ron's head had just been, as Harry, still invisible, yelled, "Stupefy!"

　　　The great blond Death Eater was hit in the face by a jet of red light: He slumped sideways, unconscious. His companion, unable to see who had cast the spell, fired another at Ron: Shining black ropes flew from his wand-tip and bound Ron head to foot – the waitress screamed and ran for

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. Weasley was suspending with her wand, rather than risk carrying it over the uneven ground. When the cake had finally landed in the middle of the table, Harry said,

"That looks amazing, Mrs. Weasley."

　　　"Oh, it's nothing, dear," she said fondly. Over her shoulder, Ron gave Harry the thumbs-up and mouthed, Good one.

　　　By seven o'clock all the guests had arrived, led into the house by Fred and George, who had waited for them at the end of the lane. Hagrid had honored the occasion by wearing his best, and horrible, hairy brown suit. Although Lupin smiled as he shook Harry's hand, Harry thought he looked rather unhappy. It was all very odd; Tonks, beside him, looked simply radiant.

"Happy birthday, Harry," she said, hugging him tightly.