Johannes Vermeer The Kitchen Maid painting

Johannes Vermeer The Kitchen Maid paintingPierre Auguste Renoir Girls at The Piano paintingDiane Romanello Sunset Beach painting
seemed to him that he could hear all sorts of animal noises: the snorting of bulls, the chattering of monkeys, even the pretty--polly mimic-squawks of parrots or talking budgerigars. Then, from another direction, he heard a woman grunting and shrieking, at what sounded like the end of a painful labour; followed by the yowling of a new-born baby. However, the woman's cries did not subside when the baby's began; if anything, they redoubled in their intensity, and perhaps fifteen minutes later Chamcha distinctly heard a second infant's voice joining the first. Still the woman's birth-agony refused to end, and at intervals ranging from fifteen to thirty minutes for what seemed like an endless time she continued to add new babies to the already improbable numbers marching, like conquering armies, from her womb. Foods that are high in cellulose—a strong starchlike compound found in celery, carrots, and apples—act as natural abrasives, cleansing teeth and removing surface stains naturally," says Jeff Golub-Evans, D.D.S., a cosmetic dentist in New York City. And greens such as spinach, broccoli, and lettuce contain mineral compounds that form a film over the teeth, so pigments from other foods can't stain.

Henri Rousseau The Waterfall painting

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tears in his eyes. "Listen, here's an even better . . . no wonder he's so fucking _horny_."
At which the three of them, repeating many times "Got his goat. . . horny.. ." fell into one another's arms and howled with delight. Chamcha wanted to speak, but was afraid that he would find his voice mutated into goat--bleats, and, besides, the policeman's boot had begun to press harder than ever on his chest, and it was hard to form any words. What puzzled Chamcha was that a circumstance which struck him as utterly bewildering and unprecedented -- that is, his metamorphosis into this supernatural imp -- was being treated by the others as if it were the most banal and familiar matter they could these principles must be universal. They must be applicable by anyone, anywhere, in any situation. They must work equally well for all areas of life: health, relationships, career, spiritual growth and so on. They must be timeless, meaning that they can still be expected to work 1,000 years from now, and they would have workd 1,000 years ago.

Theodore Robinson World's Columbian Exposition painting

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-- swells and bursts within the marquee, the already astonished congregation beholds the doubly sensational spectacle of the Grandee Abu Simbel placing his thumbs upon the lobes of his ears, fanning out the fingers of both hands and uttering in a loud voice the formula: "Allahu Akbar." After which he falls to his knees and presses a deliberate forehead to the ground. His wife, Hind, immediately follows his lead. pebbles thrown into a lake; until the entire gathering, outside the tent as well as in, kneels bottom--in--air before the shuteye Prophet who has recognized the patron deities of the town. The Messenger himself remains
The water-carrier Khalid has remained by the open tent-flap throughout these events. Now he stares in horror as everyone gathered there, both the crowd in the tent and the overflow of men and women outside it, begins to kneel, row by row, the movement rippling outwards from Hind and the Grandee as though they were

Guido Reni The Coronation of the Virgin painting

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behaved colleagues; good riddance to bad rubbish, he thought.
The creationist scientist Eugene Dumsday was unable to bear the realization that the hijackers did not intend to release him. He rose to his feet, swaying at his great height like a skyscraper in a hurricane, and began shouting hysterical incoherences. A stream of dribble ran out of the corner of his mouth; he licked at it feverishly with his tongue. _Now just hold hard here, busters, now goddamn it enough is ENO UGH, whaddya wheredya get the idea you can_ and so forth, in the grip of his waking nightmare he drivelled on and on until one of the four, obviously it was the woman, came up, swung her rifle butt and broke his flapping jaw. And worse: because slobbering Dumsday had been licking his lips as his jaw slammed shut, the tip of his tongue sheared off and landed in Saladin Chamcha's lap; followed in quick time by its former owner. Eugene Dumsday fell tongueless and insensate into the actor's arms.
Eugene Dumsday gained his freedom by losing his tongue; the persuader

Thomas Kinkade A Peaceful Retreat painting

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worst moment the blood began to seep out through his rectum and penis, and it seemed that at any moment it might burst torrentially through his nose and ears and out of the corners of his eyes. For seven days he bled, and received transfusions, and every clotting agent known to medical , including a concentrated form of rat poison, and although the treatment resulted in a marginal improvement the doctors gave him up for lost.
The whole of India was at Gibreel's bedside. His condition was the lead item on every radio bulletin, it was the subject of hourly news-flashes on the national television , and the crowd that gathered in Warden Road was so large that the police had to disperse it with lathi-charges and tear-gas, which they used even though every one of the half-million mourners was already tearful and wailing. The Prime Minister cancelled her appointments and flew to visit him. Her son the airline pilot sat in Farishta's bedroom, holding the actor's

Claude Monet Sunflowers painting

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appear naked before them and boasted of her beauty; or burned down his most beautiful villa at Herculaneum on the ground that his mother Agrippina had been imprisoned there for two day? on her way to the island where she died-this inexplicable sort of behaviour only made him the more worthy of their worship as a divine being. They used to nod wisely to each other and say, "Yes, the Gods are like that. You can't tell what they are going to do next. Tuisco and Mann, at in our dear, dear Fatherland, are just the same."
Cassius was reckless and did not care what happened to him personally, so long as Caligula was assassinated, but the other conspirators who did not feel so strongly, began to wonder what vengeance the Germans would take on the murderers of their wonderful hero. They began making excuses and Cassius could not get them to agree on a proper plan of action. They suggested leaving it to chance. Cassius grew anxious. He called them

Fabian Perez white and red painting

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spend?"
"About seven hundred."
"Good. It will come in handy one of these days. Thank you, kind Claudius."
When I returned to Rome I heard that there had open trouble. Caligula had been disturbed one night by the distant noise of the people crowding to the amphitheatre just before dawn, and pushing and struggling to get near the gates, so that when these opened they could get into the front rows of the free seats. Caligula sent a company of Guards with truncheons to restore order. The Guards were ill-tempered at being pulled from their beds for this duty and struck out right and left, killing a number of people, including some quite substantial citizens. To show his displeasure at having had his sleep disturbed by the original commotion and by the far louder noise that the people made when they scattered screaming before the truncheon charge, Caligula did not appear in the amphitheatre until well on in the afternoon when everyone

Gustav Klimt Portrait of Margaret Stonborough Wittgenstei painting

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years longer, for she had kept her eyesight and hearing and the use of her limbs-not to mention her mind and memory-unimpaired. But recently she had suffered from repeated colds owing to some infection of the nose, and at last one of these settled on her lungs. She summoned me to her bedside at the Palace. I happened to be in Rome and came immediately. I could see that she was dying. She reminded me of my oath again.
"I'll not rest until it's fulfilled. Grandmother," I said. When a very old woman lies dying, one's grandmother too, one says whatever one can to please her. "But I thought Caligula was going to arrange it for you?"
She did not answer for a time. Then she said, raging weakly: "He was here ten minutes ago! He stood and laughed at me. He said that I could go to Hell and stew there for ever and ever for all he cared. He said that now I was dying he had no need to keep in with me any longer, and that he did not consider himself bound by the oath, because it was forced on him. He said

Unknown Artist Pieter Claesz Still Life painting

Unknown Artist Pieter Claesz Still Life paintingUnknown Artist Philadelphia Public Ledger paintingUnknown Artist Music and Literature painting
What’s the Alternative?I’m not proposing that you, or anyone else, change your world-view. If you, or anyone else, is happy with that world-view, don’t change it.
But there is an alternative, and I’m not saying it’s better. It’s the world-view I try to have: instead of having an ideal, stop looking for perfection. Accept the world as it is, and love it for what it is. Accept people as they are, and love them.
That’s not easy, even if it sounds trite and commonplace. If you haven’t tried it, I recommend you do, because 1) it won’t be easy; and 2) it could open your eyes to the pre-conceived ideals you didn’t realize you had.
What would be the result of this alternative world-view? Well, I think you’d be happier, if only because you didn’t see the world as a fundamentally flawed or evil place, and began to see the good in the world. This, however, is open to individual interpretation, and your own experience is likely to be different than mine.
Does this mean that we should give up on trying to make changes in

John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting

John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage paintingJohn William Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder paintingJohn William Waterhouse Echo and Narcissus painting
Piso then left Athens and sailed for Rhodes on his way to Syria. Gennanicus was at Rhodes too, visiting the University, and news of the speech, which was plainly directed at himself, reached him just before Piso's ships were sighted. A sudden squall rose and Piso's ships were seen to be in difficulties. Two smaller vessels went down before Gennanicus's eyes, and the third, which was Piso's, was dismasted and was being driven on the rocks of the northern headland. Who but Gennanicus would not have abandoned Piso to his fate? But Gennanicus sent out a couple of well-manned galleys which succeeded by desperate rowing in reaching the wreck just before it struck and towing it safely to port. Or who but a man as depraved as Piso would not have rewarded his rescuer with gratitude and devotion? But Piso actually complained that Gennanicus had delayed the rescue until the last moment, in the hope that it would come too late; and without stopping a day at Rhodes, he sailed away while the sea was still rough in order to reach Syria before Germanicus.

Salvador Dali meditative rose painting

Salvador Dali meditative rose painting
Salvador Dali clock melting clocks painting
will not write more about Augustus's funeral, though a more magnificent one has never been seen at Rome, for I must now begin to omit all things in my story except those of the first importance: I have already filled more than thirteen rolls of the best paper-from the new paper-making factory I have recently equipped-and not reached a third of the way through it. But I must not fail to tell about the contents of Augustus's will, the reading of which was awaited with general interest and impatience. Nobody was more anxious to know what it contained than I was, and I shall explain why.
A month before his death Augustus had suddenly appeared at the door of my study-he had been visiting my mother who was just convalescent after
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long illness-and after dismissing his attendants had begun to talk to me in a rambling way, not looking directly at me, but behaving as shyly as though he were Claudius and I were Augustus. He picked up a book of my history and read a passage. "Excellent writing!" he said. "And how soon will the work be finished?"
I told him

Il'ya Repin paintings

Il'ya Repin paintings
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your wall, and the most cathartic thing you will ever do. I can’t tell you how well a guitar listens to you and reflects your moods in a way that makes you feel life is worthwhile when that feeling is otherwise hard to find.
Don’t be afraid to hire a competent teacher if you like, but you can get where you want to go in most cases without ever having a guitar lesson. Many of the players you love to listen to have developed their style and technique without ever taking a lesson.
Please don’t take my word for any of this. Do yourself one of the biggest favors you’ll ever do. Buy a guitar and get started.
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fingernails can’t get there from here. Next, if you don’t own one, buy a guitar. Your local music shop will have a nice new or used nylon stringed (sometimes called a “classical”) guitar for one hundred to two hundred dollar. At the same time, invest in a twenty-dollar digital guitar tuner, which will allow you to either tune to a dial type

Daniel Ridgway Knight Daniel Ridgway Knight painting

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and very old men. She was allowed no visitors and was even set to work on a daily spinning task as in her schoolgirl days. The island was off the Campanian coast. It was a very small one and Livia purposely increased her sufferings by keeping the same guards there year after year without relief; they naturally blamed her for their banishment in that confined and unhealthy spot. The one person who comes well out of this ugly story is Julia's mother, Scribonia, whom it will be recalled Augustus had divorced in order to be able to marry Livia. Now a very old woman, who had lived in retirement for a number of years, she boldly went to Augustus and asked permission to share her daughter's banishment. She told him in Livia's presence that her daughter had been stolen from her as soon as born but that she had always worshipped her from a distance and, now that the whole world was set against her darling, she wished to show what true mother's love was. And in her opinion the poor child was not to blame: things had been made very difficult for her. Livia laughed contemptuously but must have felt pretty uncomfortable. Augustus, mastering his emotion, signed that the request was granted

Lorenzo Lotto Venus and Cupid painting

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from your noble brother!" the Imperial courier called out, handing it to him. Tiberius, not suspecting that there was anything in the letter that should not be communicated to Livia and Augustus, asked permission to open and read it at once. Augustus said: "By all means, Tiberius, but on condition that you read it aloud to us." He motioned the servants out of the room. "Come, let us lose no time, what are his latest victories? I am impatient to hear. His letters are always well written and interesting, much more so than yours, my dear fellow, if you'll pardon me for making the comparison."
Tiberius read out the first few words and then grew very red. He tried to skip over the dangerous part, but found that there was little but danger throughout the letter, except just at the end where my father complained

John William Waterhouse My Sweet Rose painting

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hundred years before Livia's birth, was unmistakably the face of Livia. And in this context I must write about Marcellus, the son of Octavia by a former husband. Augustus, who was devoted to Marcellus, had adopted him as his son, giving him administrative duties greatly in advance of his years; and had married him to Julia. The common opinion at Rome was that he intended to make Marcellus his heir. Livia did not oppose the adoption, and indeed seemed genuinely to welcome it as giving her greater facility for winning Marcellus's affection and confidence. Her devotion to him seemed beyond question. It was by her advice that Augustus advanced him so rapidly in rank; and Mar cellus, who knew of this, was duly grateful to her.
Livia's motive in favouring Marcellus was thought by a few shrewd observers to be that of making Agrippa jealous. Agrippa was the most important man at Rome

Johannes Vermeer View Of Delft painting

Johannes Vermeer View Of Delft painting
Johannes Vermeer The Kitchen Maid painting
the ground and then they put all the flowers on top. Then they say their prayers and then they all come Home again. In Greenwood Cemetery. He saw in his mind a clear image of Greenwood Cemetery; it was on a low hill and among many white stones there were many green trees through which the wind blew in the sunlight, and in the middle there was a heap of flowers and beneath the flowers, in his closed coffin, looking exactly as he had looked this morning, lay his father. Only it was dark, so he could not be seen. It would always be dark there. Dark as the inside of a cow.
Pierre Auguste Renoir Girls at The Piano painting
The charcoal scraping of the needle against the record was in his ears and he saw the many sharp, grinning teeth in Buster Brown’s dog.
“If anything ever makes me believe in God,” his uncle said.
Rufus looked up at him quickly. He was still looking straight ahead, and he still looked angry but his voice was not angry. “Or life after death,” his uncle said.

William Etty Hero and Leander painting

William Etty Hero and Leander paintingCarl Fredrik Aagard The Rose Garden paintingJean Fragonard The Swing 1767 painting
steps, squeezing gingerly together, and he stood aside from the open doors and seemed to speak and to instruct them with his hands; and while their mother and her father hesitated at the head of the steps and behind them, all the dark column of mourners hesitated likewise, the men who carried their heavy father lifted him as if he were hard to lift and they were careful but unwilling, and studiously, with reverent nudgings and hitchings, shoved the coffin so deeply into the dark wagon that only its hard end showed, and they could hear a streetcar coming. And the man in the long coat closed one of the doors, and they could see only a corner of the box, and then he closed the other door and they could not see it at all, and he tightened even the shining silver handle which held the doors locked, and one of the horses twitched his ears, and the streetcar, which had paused, was now louder. And the long, dark wagon was drawn forward a few paces, and paused again, and a closed and shining black buggy moved forward and took its place, and the streetcar moved past and they could see heads turning through its windows and a man took off his hat, and their

Gustav Klimt Danae (detail) painting

Gustav Klimt Danae (detail) paintingSalvador Dali The Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory painting
it sometime?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Good. We’ll see if that can’t be arranged. Soon. Now would you like to know what they call this box?”
“Uh-huh.”
“A gram-o-phone. See? It sounds very much like grandma phone, but it’s just a little different. Gram-o-phone. Can you say it?”
“Gram-uh-phone.”
“That’s right. Can Baby Sister say it, I wonder?”
“Catherine? He means you.”
“Gran-muh-phone.”
“Gramm-uh-phone.”
“Gramm-muh-phone.”
“That’s fine. You’re a mighty smart little girl to say a big word like that.”
“I can say some ever so big words,” Rufus said. “Want to hear? The Dominant Primordrial Beast.”
“Well now, that’s mighty smart. But of course I don’t mean smarter than Sister. You’re a lot bigger boy.”

Paul Cezanne Table Corner painting

Paul Cezanne Table Corner paintingWilliam Bouguereau Innocence paintingBill Brauer The Gold Dress painting
could not feel otherwise, or even care of fear.
Lord, I believe. Help Thou mine unbelief.
But I don’t really knows I do.
I can’t pray, God. Not now. Try to forgive me. I’m just too tired and too appalled.
Thirty-six years old.
Thirty-six.
Well, why not? Why one time worse than another? God knows it’s no picnic or ever was intended as such.
Into Thy hands I commend my spirit.
She made the sign of the Cross, raised the shade, opened the window, and got into bed. As her bare feet slid along the cold, clean linen and she felt its cold, clean blandness beneath her and above her, she was taken briefly by trembling and by loneliness, and remembered touching her dead mother’s cheek.
Oh, why am I alive!

Andrew Atroshenko Just for Love painting

Andrew Atroshenko Just for Love paintingEdward Hopper Sunday paintingEdward Hopper Morning Sun painting
going to make an awful case of it to his mother.”
“Well he’ll just have to, then.”
“She’s got sense, Mary,” Hannah said.
“I’m going to have a drink,” Andrew said. “God!” he groaned. “Talking to that fool is like trying to put socks on an octopus!”
“Why, Andrew,” Mary laughed; she had never heard the expression. “I’m very grateful to you, dear,” she said. “You must be worn to a frazzle.”
“We all are,” Hannah said. “You most of all, Mary. We better think about getting some sleep.”
“I suppose we must, but I really don’t feel as if I could sleep. You-all better though.”
“We’re all right,” Andrew said. “Except maybe Mama. And Papa, you’d b ...”
“Never sleep before two in the morning,” Joel said. “You know that.”
“Let me fix you a good stiff hot toddy,” Hannah said. “It’ll help you sleep.”
“It all just seems to wake me up.”
“Hot.”

Claude Monet The Picnic painting

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you’re a Type A credit card user, chances are you know it whether or not you are willing to admit it. If you can answer yes to these questions, then a change is in order.
* Do you pay interest fees when you send in your credit card payment? * Have you ever paid your credit card late because you didn’t have the money for the payment? * Do you use your credit card when you don’t have enough cash? * When your issuer raises your credit limit, do you spend more because you can?
Type A credit card users are loved by the issuers. They pay interest and late fees. Between that income and the interchange fee the cards charge the merchants for each transaction, the card issuers’ plan is to get Type A credit card users to spend more.
On the other hand, Type B users, who don’t pay interest or fees, are shifted to cards with higher interchange fees. For example, Citi switched me from a Dividend Platinum MasterCard to a Dividend World MasterCard

Horace Vernet Judith and Holofernes painting

Horace Vernet Judith and Holofernes paintingHorace Vernet The Lion Hunt paintingJean Auguste Dominique Ingres The Grande Odalisque painting
was always quite merry with him. His father and his Uncle Andrew and Grandpa seemed to treat him as they always had, though there seemed to be some hidden kind of strain in Uncle Andrew’s feeling for his mother. And Aunt Hannah was the same as ever with him, except that she paid more attention to his mother, now. Aunt Amelia looked at his mother a good deal when she thought nobody else was watching, and once when she saw him watching her she looked quickly away and turned red.
Everyone seemed either to look at his mother with ill-concealed curiosity or to be taking special pains not to look anywhere except, rather fixedly and cheerfully, into her eyes. For now she was swollen up like a vase, and there was a peculiar lethargic lightness in her face and in her voice. He had a distinct feeling that he should not ask what was happening to her. At last he asked Uncle Andrew, “Uncle Andrew, why is Mama so fat?” and his uncle replied, with such apparent anger or alarm that he was frightened, “Why, don’t you know?” and abruptly walked out of the room.

Pablo Picasso Le Moulin de la Galette painting

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He was at the edge of asking whether it was a good chance or just a chance when he was suddenly overcome by even more disgust for himself, for haggling about it, than for Ralph. Besides, his feet were so chilly they were beginning to itch.
“Look here, Ralph,” he said, in a different voice. “I’m talking too much. I ...”
“Yeah, reckon our time must be about up, but what’s a few...”
“Listen here. I’m starting right on up. I ought to be there by—what time is it, do you know?”
“Hit’s two-thirty-seven, Jay. I knowed you’d ...”
“I ought to be there by daylight, Ralph, you tell Mother I’m coming right on up just quicks I can get there. Ralph. Is he conscious?”
“Awf an’ on, Jay. He’s been speakin yore name, Jay, hit like to

Claude Monet Haystack at Giverny painting

Claude Monet Haystack at Giverny painting
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bland, innocent, matter-of-fact face first on the doctor, then upon the rest of us. ‘Do you know what I want to do? It is something so small, no show about it. I don’t wear special clothes, you know. I go just as I am. He knows the look of me now. There’s nothing alarming. I just want to ask him if he is sorry for his sins. I want him to make some little sign of assent; I want him, anyway, not to refuse me; then I want to give him God’s pardon. Then, though that’s not essential, I want to anoint him. It is nothing, a touch of the fingers, just some oil from this little box, look it is nothing to hurt him.’ ‘Oh, Julia,’ said Cara, ‘what are we to say? Let me speak to him.’ She went to the Chinese drawing-room; we waited in silence; there was a wall of fire between Julia and me. Presently Cara returned.
‘I don’t think he heard,’ she said. ‘I thought I knew how to put it to him. I said: “’Alex, you remember the priest from Melstead. You were very naughty

Peter Paul Rubens Cimon and Pero painting

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Well, I think that’s everything,’ said Mulcaster. ‘You know, I’ve seen a few divorces in my time, and I’ve never known one work out so happily for all concerned. Almost always, however matey people are at the start, bad blood crops up when they get down to detail. Mind you, I don’t mind saying there have been times in the last two years when I thought you were treating Celia a bit rough. It’s hard to tell with one’s own sister, but I’ve always thought her a jolly attractive girl, the sort of girl any chap would be glad to have - artistic, too, just down your street. But I must admit you’re a good picker. I’ve always had a soft spot for Julia. Anyway, as things have turned out everyone seems satisfied. Robin’s been mad about Celia for a year or more. D’you know him?’ ‘Vaguely. A half-baked, pimply youth as I remember him.’ ‘Oh, I wouldn’t quite say that. He’s rather young, of course, but the great thing is that Johnjohn and Caroline adore him. You’ve got two grand kids there, Charles. Remember me to Julia; wish her all the best for old times’ sake.’

Vincent van Gogh The Old Mill painting

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exactly the same dinner. Only film people go there, anyway. I don’t see why we should be made to.’ Presently she said: ‘It’s making my head ache and I’m tired, anyway. I’m going to bed.’
Julia went with her. I walked round the ship, on one of the covered decks where the wind howled and the spray leaped up from the darkness and smashed white and brown against the glass screen; men were posted to keep the passengers off the open decks.
Then I, too, went below.
In my dressing-room everything breakable had been stowed away, the door to the cabin was hooked open, and my wife called plaintively from within. ‘I feel terrible. I didn’t know a ship of this size could pitch like this, she

Edward Hopper Morning in a City painting

Edward Hopper Morning in a City paintingEdward Hopper High Noon paintingEdward Hopper Four Lane Road painting
had to - the dress had been planned round it. My own friends came, of course, and the curious accomplices Rex called his friends; the rest of the party were very oddly assorted. None of mummy’s family came, of course, one or two of papa’s. All the stuffy people stayed away - you know, the Anchorages and Chasms and Vanbrughs - and I thought, “Thank God for that, they always look down their noses at me, anyhow,” but Rex was furious, because it was just them he wanted apparently.
‘I hoped at one moment there’d be no party at all. Mummy said we couldn’t use Marchers, and Rex wanted to telegraph papa and invade the place with an army of caterers headed by the family solicitor. In the end it was decided to have a party the evening before at Home to see the presents - apparently that

Leonardo da Vinci Leda 1530 painting

Leonardo da Vinci Leda 1530 painting
Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect Day painting
Thomas Kinkade Beacon of hope painting
You’d think they’d be all over themselves to have me in,’ Rex complained. ‘I can be a lot of help to them one way and another; instead they’re like the chaps who issue, cards for a casino. What’s more,’ he added, ‘Cordelia’s got me so muddled I don’t know what’s in the catechism and what she’s invented.’ Thus things stood three weeks before the wedding; the cards had gone out, presents were coming in fast, the bridesmaids were delighted with their dresses. Then came what Julia called ‘Bridey’s bombshell’. With characteristic ruthlessness he tossed his load of explosive without warning into what, till then, had been a happy family party. The library at Marchmain House was being devoted to wedding presents; Lady Marchmain, Julia, Cordelia, and Rex were busy unpacking and listing them. Brideshead came in and watched them for a moment. ‘Chinky vases from Aunt Betty,’ said Cordelia. ‘Old stuff. I remember them on the stairs at Buckborne.’
‘What’s all this?’ asked Brideshead.

Herbert James Draper Lamia painting

Herbert James Draper Lamia paintingHerbert James Draper Halcyone paintingGeorge Inness The Coming Storm painting
widely shared; he undertook to deliver us at the magistrate’s court at ten next morning, and then led us away. His car was outside. ‘It’s no use discussing things tonight. Where are you sleeping.?’
‘Marchers, ‘ said Sebastian.
‘You’d better come to me. I can fix you up for tonight. Leave everything to me.’
It was plain that he rejoiced in his efficiency.

Next morning the display was even more impressive. I awoke with the startled and puzzled sense of being in a strange room, and in the first seconds of consciousness the memory of the evening before returned, first as though of a nightmare, then of reality. Rex’s valet was unpacking a suitcase. On seeing