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Jack Vettriano along game a Spider

2009-05-14T01:02:00.000-07:00

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could . . . maybe go up . . . maybe . . . a dollar,' he said, each word fighting its way out of the strongroom of his soul.
'If we go on stage now, I want us to do another performance,' said Buddy.
Glod glared suspiciously at the guitar.
'What? No problem. I smashed on the floor. A troll appeared in the doorway, or at least part of it did. It wouldn't be able to get into the room without ripping the door‑frame out, but it looked as though it wouldn't think twice about doing so.
'Mr Chrysoprase says, what's happening?' it growled.
'Er–' Dibbler began.can soon–’Dibbler began.'Free.''Free?' The word got past Dibbler's teeth before they could snap shut. He rallied magnificently. 'You don't want paying? Certainly, if–’Buddy didn't move.'I mean, we don't get paid and people don't have to pay to listen. As many people as possible.''Free?''Yes!''Where's the profit in that?'An empty beer bottle vibrated off the table and

Jack Vettriano Yesterday's Dreams

2009-05-12T22:47:00.000-07:00

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might get caught.'
'He can't stop us. We're on a mission from Glod.'
'Right.'
The piano tottered onward through the puddles for a little while, and then asked itself:
'Buddy?''Anyway, we are on a mission from Glod.'
'Yup.'
Glod sat in his lodgings, watching the guitar.
It had stopped playing when Buddy had gone out, although if he put his ear close to the strings he was sure that they were still humming very gently.'Yup?''Why did I just say dat?''Say what?''About us being on a mission . . . you know . . . from Glod?''Weeell . . . the dwarf said to us, go and get the piano, and his name is Glod, so–''Yeah. Yeah. Right . . . but . . . he could've stopped us, I mean, dere's nothing special about some mission from some dwarf–''Maybe you were just a bit tired.''Maybe dat's it,' said the piano, gratefully.

Pablo Picasso Mandolin and Guitar

2009-05-11T23:28:00.001-07:00

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reached out and picked up a glass, bit her lip thoughtfully, and started to turn the thing upside down . . .
SQUEAK!
She spun around. The Death of Rats was on the shelf behind her. It raised an admonitory finger.
'All right,' said ‑ the words: C. H. Lavatory & Son, Mollymog St, Ankh‑Morpork.
You didn't expect the rubber duck. It was yellow.
You didn't expect the soap. It was suitably bonewhiteSusan. She put the glass back in its place.SQUEAK.'No. I haven't finished looking.'Susan set off for the door, with the rat skittering across the floor after her.The third room turned out to be . . .. . . the bathroom.Susan hesitated. You expected hourglasses in this place. You expected the skull‑and‑bones motif. But you didn't expect the very large white porcelain tub, on its own raised podium like a throne, with giant brass taps and ‑ in faded blue letters just over the thing that held the plug chain

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes

2009-05-08T01:27:00.000-07:00

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parents of many of the gels were often abroad on business of one sort or another, and it was sometimes the kind of business where the chances of rich reward go hand in hand with the risks of meeting unsympathetic men.
Miss Butts knew how this sort of thing should go and was vaguely annoyed that it wasn't going.
'Er . . . if you would like to be alone, to have a cry–’ she'd prompted, in an effort to get things moving on the right track.
'Would that help?' Susan had said.
It would have helped Miss Butts.how to handle these occasions. It was painful, but the thing ran its course. There was shock and tears, and then, eventually, it was all over. People had ways of dealing with it. There was a sort of script built into the human mind. Life went on.But the child had just sat there. It was the politeness that scared the daylights out of Miss Butts. She was not an unkind woman, despite a lifetime of being gently dried out on the stove of education, but she was conscientious and a stickler for propriety and thought she knew

Albert Moore Shells

2009-05-06T01:10:00.001-07:00

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want me to do next, sir?'
'Send them out in squads, sergeant. At least one human, one dwarf and one troll in each.'
'Yessir. What'll they be doing, sir?'
'They'll be being 'I know. It's not right. People ought to think for themselves, Captain Vimes says. The problem is, people only think for themselves if you tell them to. How do you spell "eventuality"?'
'I don't.'
'OK.' Carrot still didn't look around. 'We'll hold the city togethvisible, sergeant.''Right, sir. Sir? One of the volunteers just now . . . it's Mr Bleakley, sir. From Elm Street? He's a vampire, well. technic'ly, but he works up at the slaughterhouse so it's not really—''Thank him very much and send him home, sergeant.'Colon glanced at Angua.'Yessir. Right,' he said reluctantly. 'But he's not a problem, it's just that he needs these extra homogoblins in his bio—''No!''Right. Fine. I'll, er, I'll tell him to go away, then.'Colon shut the door. The hinge leered.'They call you sir,' said Angua. 'Do you notice that?'

Andy Warhol Basket of Flowers

2009-05-03T23:40:00.000-07:00

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mud, more or less dry, made a path at the bottom of the tunnel. There was slime on the walls, too, indicating that at some point in the recent past the tunnel had been full of water. Here and there huge patches of fungi, luminous with decay, cast a faint a good business making fortune rats for dwarf restaurants. But I thought, this isn't a proper job for a dwarf.'
'Sound like easy job to me.'
'I had the devil of a time getting them to swallow the fortunes.'
Cuddy stopped. A change in the air suggested a vaster tunnel up ahead.
And, indeed, the tunnel opened into the side of a much larger one. There was deep mud on the floor, in the middle of which ran a trickle of water. Cuddy fancied he heard rats, or what he hoped were rats, scuttle away into the dark emptiness. He even thought he could hear the sounds of the city – indistinct, intermingleglow over the\Cuddy felt his spirits lift as he plodded through the darkness. Dwarfs always felt happier underground.'Bound to find a way out,' he said.'Right.''So . . . how come you joined the Watch, then?''Hah! My girl Ruby she say, you want get married, you get proper job, I not marry a troll what people say, him no good troll, him thick as a short plank of wood.' Detritus' voice echoed in the darkness. 'How about you?''I got bored. I worked for my brother-in-law, Durance. He's got

Edward Hopper Queensborough Bridge

2009-04-28T22:34:00.000-07:00

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I'm sure we always try to be of help to the community,' said Sendivoge. 'Do come in.'
Cuddy's steel-tipped boots kicked Detritus back into semi-sensibility, and he lumbered after them.
'Why the, erSound commercial venture.'
'I thought you were working on gold.'
'Ah, yes. Of course, you people know all about gold,' said Sendivoge.
'Oh, yes,' said Cuddy, reflecting on the phrase 'you people'.
'The gold,' said Sendivoge, thoughtfully, 'is turning out to be a bit tricky . . .'
'How long have you been trying?'
'Three hundred years.', why the crash helmet, mister?' said Cuddy, as they walked along the corridor. All around them was the sound of hammering. The Guild was usually being rebuilt.Sendivoge rolled his eyes.'Balls,' he said, 'billiard balls, in fact.''I knew a man who played like that,' said Cuddy.'Oh, no. Mr Silverfish is a good shot. That tends rather to be the problem, in fact.'Cuddy looked at the crash helmet again.'It's the ivory, you see.''Ah,' said Cuddy, not seeing, 'elephants?''Ivory without elephants. Transmuted ivory.

George Stubbs Horse Attacked by a Lion

2009-04-27T23:48:00.000-07:00

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put a foot wrong very easily,' said Nobby. 'Very thin-skinned, your basic ethnic.'
'Thin-skinned? They're trying to kill one another!'
'It's cultural,' said Sergeant Colon, miserably. 'No sense us tryin' to force our culture on 'em, is there? That's speciesist.'
Out in the street, Corporal Carrot had gone very red in the face.
'If he lays a Carrot prodded them with the toe of his sandal.
Then he turned and strode towards the dwarf marchers, shaking with anger.
In the alleyway, Sergeant Colon started to suck the rim of his helmet out of terror.
'You've got weapons, haven't you?' snarled Carrot at a hundred dwarfs. 'Own up! If the dwarfs who've got weapons don't drop them right this minute the entire parade, and I mean finger on either of 'em, with all their friends watching,' said Nobby, 'theplan is, we run away like hell—'Veins stood out on Carrot's mighty neck. He stuck his hands on his waist and bellowed:'Lance-Constable Detritus! Salute!'They'd spent hours trying to teach him. Detritus' brain took some time to latch on to an idea, but once it was there, it didn't fade away fast.He saluted.His hand was full of dwarf.So he saluted while holding Lance-Constable Cuddy, swinging him up and over like a small angry club.The sound of their helmets meeting echoed off the buildings, and it was followed a moment later by the crash of them both hitting the ground.

Salvador Dali Melting Watch

2009-04-26T22:55:00.000-07:00

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Pratchett
Granny eyed it hungrily, and then looked at the bees that were taking off from her head like planes from a stricken carrier.
“Pour a dzzrop of water on it, then, and tip it out on the table for them.”
She stared triumphantly at their faces as Nanny Ogg bustled off.
“I done it with beezzz! No one can do it with beezzz, and I done it! You endzzz up with your mind all flying in different directionzzz! You got whatsoever.”
Magrat thought about the will.
“You never had a moment’s doubt?”
Granny Weatherwax had the grace not to look her in the eye. Instead, she rubbed her hands together.
“What’s been happening while I’ve been away?”to be good to do it with beezzz!”Nanny Ogg sloshed the bowl of makeshift syrup across the table. The swarm descended.“You’re alive?” Ridcully managed.“That’s what a univerzzity education doezz for you,” said Granny, trying to massage some life into her arms. “You’ve only got to be sitting up and talking for five minutzz and they can work out you’re alive.”Nanny Ogg handed her a glass of water. It hovered in the air for a moment and then crashed to the floor, because Granny had tried to grasp it with her fifth leg.“Zzorry.”“I knew you wasn’t certain!” said Nanny.“Czertain? Of courze I waz certain! Never in any doubt
“Well,” said Nanny, “Magrat stood up to the—“

Mark Spain Pure Elegance

2009-04-23T23:38:00.000-07:00

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couldn’t feel much in his arm anymore, except in the hot dull way that indicated at least one broken bone, and he knew that two of his fingers shouldn’t be looking like that. He was sweating, despite being only in his vest and drawers. He shouldto one of Nanny Ogg’s bedsheets. The elf faces put him in mind of that. There were eyes and a mouth in there somewhere, but everything else seemed to be temporary, the elves’ features passing across their faces like the pictures on the screen.
They didn’t say much. They just laughed a lot. They were a merry folk, especially when they were twisting your arm to see how far it could go. never have taken his chain-mail off, but it’s hard to say no when an elf is pointing a bow at you. Shawn knew what, fortunately, many people didn’t—chain-mail isn’t much defense against an arrow. It certainly isn’t when the arrow is being aimed between your eyes.He’d been dragged along the corridors to the armory. There were at least four elves, but it was hard to see their faces. Shawn remembered when the traveling Magic Lanthorn show had come to Lancre. He’d watched entranced as different pictures had been projected on

Albert Moore Shells

2009-04-21T23:20:00.000-07:00

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him.
“No! “You are king. You could tell him not to.”
“Don’t like to, really. He’s so keen.”
A large log crackled into two across the iron dogs.
“Can you really get books about... that?”
“You can get books about anything.”
They both stared at the fire. Verence thought: she doesn’t like being a queen, I can see that, but that’s what you are when you marry a king, all the books say so ...Why?”“Nanny was trying to give me motherly advice. It was all I could do to keep a straight face. Honestly, they both treat me as if I’m a big child.”“Oh, no. Nothing like that.”They sat on either side of the huge fireplace, both crim-son with embarrassment.152iOROS ft/VO iftQf£6Then Magrat said: “Er . . . you did send off for that book, did you? You know . . . the one with the wood-cuts?”“Oh, yes. Yes, I did.”“It ought to have arrived by now.”“Well, we only get a mail coach once a week. I expect it’ll come tomorrow. I’m fed up with running down there every week in case Shawn gets there first.”

Thomas Kinkade End Of A Perfect Day II

2009-04-20T00:33:00.001-07:00

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took out her pipe and scratched her ear with it.
“Dunno. Up to you, I suppose.”
“Diamanda says why does it have to be here and now?”
“So’s everyone can see,” said Nanny Ogg. “That’s the point, ain’t it? Nothing hole and comer about it. Everyone’s got to know who’s best at witchcraft. The whole town. Everyone sees the winner win and the loser lose. That way there’s no argument, eh?”
Perdita glanced toward the tavern. Granny Weatherwax had dozed off.
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Terry Pratchett
“Quietly confident,” said Nanny Ogg, crossing her fin-gers behind her back.
“Um, what happens to the loser?” said Perdita.
“Nothing, really,” said“Right.” Nanny thought about it, and shrugged. “Right. But we’d better do a magic circle first. Don’t want anyone else getting hurt, do we?”
“Do you mean using Skorhian Runes or the Triple Invocation octogram Nanny Ogg. “Generally she leaves the place. You can’t be a witch if people’ve seen you beat.”“Diamanda says she doesn’t want to hurt the old lady too much,” said Perdita. “Just teach her a lesson.”“That’s nice. Esme’s a quick learner.”“Um. I wish this wasn’t happening, Mrs. Ogg.”“That’s nice.”“Diamanda says Mistress Weatherwax has got a very impressive stare, Mrs. Ogg.”“That’s nice.”“So the test is ... just staring, Mrs. Ogg.”Nanny put her pipe in her mouth.“You mean the old first-one-to-blink-or-look-away challenge?”“Um, yes.”

John William Waterhouse A Mermaid

2009-04-17T00:14:00.000-07:00

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turned and ran desperately toward the beached fleet.
"No! It's not like that! Listen! Listen!"
But they had seen the army, too.
It looked its commander, whichever he was, was amazed to see an apparent attack by one man.
Borvorius caught him as he plunged towards a line of spears.
"I see," he said. "Keep us talking while your soldiers got into position, eh?"
"No! I didn't want that!"impressive, perhaps more impressive than it really was. When news gets through that a huge enemy fleet has beached with the intent of seriously looting, pillaging, and-because they are from civilized countries-whistling and making catcalls at the women and impressing them with their flash bloody uniforms and wooing them away with their flash bloody consumer goods, I don't know, show them a polished bronze mirror and it goes right to their heads, you'd think there was something wrong with the local lads . . . then people either head for the hills or pick up some handy, swingable object, get Granny to hide the family treasures in her drawers, and prepare to make a fight of it.And, in the lead, the iron cart. Steam poured out of its funnel. Urn must have got it working again."Stupid! Stupid!" Brutha shouted, to the world in general, and carried on running.The fleet was already forming battle-lines, and

Francois Boucher The Setting of the Sun

2009-04-15T23:20:00.000-07:00

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know!..
"Can you use one?"
"I don't know!"
"I really hope you're a fast learner."
The lion emerged, slowly.
Desert lions, it its pelt. It dragged itself towards Brutha, back legs trailing uselessly.
"It's hurt," said Brutha.
"Oh, good. And there's plenty of eating on one of those," said Om. "A bit stringy, but-”
The lion collapsed, its toast-rack chest heaving. A spear was protruding from its flank. Flies, which can always find something to eat in any desert, flew up in a swarm.
Brutha put down the sword. Om stuck his head in his shell.has been said, are not like the lions of the veldt. They had been, when the great desert had been verdant woodland.[7] Then there had been time to lie around for most of the day, looking majestic, in between regular meals of goat.[8] But the woodland had become scrubland, the scrubland had become, well, poorer scrubland, and the goats and the people and, eventually, even the cities, went away.The lions stayed. There's always something to eat, if you're hungry enough. People still had to cross the desert. There were lizards. There were snakes. It wasn't much of an ecological niche, but the lions were hanging on to it like grim death, which was what happened to most people who met a desert lion.Someone had already met this one.Its mane was matted. Ancient scars criss-crossed

Thomas Kinkade Dawson

2009-04-15T00:06:00.000-07:00

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Does what?"
"Make a sound. If it falls down when no one's there to hear it."
"Who cares?"
The party had reached a gateway in the wall that ran around the top of the rock in much the same way that a headband encircles a head. The Ephebian captain stopped, and turned.
"The . . . . But as Brutha was led . . .
. . . ten paces along a passage, and then left five paces, then diagonally forward and left threeand-a-half paces, and right one hundred and three paces, down three steps, and turned around seventeen-and-one-quarter times, and forward nine paces, and left one pace, and forward nineteen paces, and pause three seconds, and right two visitors . . . must be blindfolded," he said."That is outrageous!" said Vorbis. "We are here on a mission of diplomacy!""That is not my business," said the captain. "My business is to say: If you go through this gate you go blindfolded. You don't have to be blindfolded. You can stay outside. But if you want to go through, you got to wear a blindfold. This is one of them life choices."One of the subdeacons whispered in Vorbis's ear. He held a brief sotto voce conversation with the leader of the Omnian guard."Very well," he said, "under protest."The blindfold was quite soft, and totally opaque

Claude Monet Haystack at Giverny

2009-04-13T22:53:00.000-07:00

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Novice Brutha," he said, "for what reason are you talking to a small tortoise?"
"Because-” Brutha paused. "Because it's talking to me . . . isn't it?"
Brother Nhumrod looked down at the small, one-eyed head poking out of the shell.
He was, by and large, a kindly man. Sometimes demons and devils did put disquieting thoughts in his head, but he saw to it that they stayed there and he did not in any literal sense deserve to be called what the tortoise called him which, in fact, if he had heard it, he would have thought was something to do with feet. And he was well aware "I cannot hear it, Brutha."
"It told me it was . . ." Brutha hesitated. "It told me it was the Great God."
He flinched. Grandmother would have hit him with something heavy now.that it was possible to hear voices attributed to demons and, sometimes, gods. Tortoises was a new one. Tortoises made him feel worried about Brutha, whom he'd always thought of as an amiable lump who did, without any sort of complaint, anything asked of him. Of course, many novices volunteered for cleaning out the cesspits and bull cages, out of a strange belief that holiness and piety had something to do with being up to your knees in dirt. Brutha never volunteered, but if he was told to do something he did it, not out of any desire to impress,but simply because he'd been told. And now he was talking to tortoises."I think I have to tell you, Brutha," he said, "that it is not talking.""You can't hear it?"
"Ah. Well, you see, Brutha," said Brother Nhumrod, twitching gently

Pablo Picasso Mandolin and Guitar

2009-04-13T00:55:00.000-07:00

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Brutha was going to die a novice. When they made the rules, they'd never allowed for anything like Brutha.
His big red honest face stared up at the novice master.
"Sit down on "Very well. Now tell me about these voices."
Brutha twisted the hem of his robe in his hands.
"It was more like one voice, master," he said.
"-like one voice," said Brother Nhumrod. "And what did this voice say? Mmm?"
Brutha hesitated. Now he came to think about it, the voice hadn't said anything very much. It had your bed, Brutha," said Nhumrod.Brutha obeyed immediately. Brutha did not know the meaning of the word disobedience. It was only one of a large number of words he didn't know the meaning of.Nhumrod sat down beside him."Now, Brutha," he said, "you know what happens to people who tell falsehoods, don't you?"Brutha nodded, blushing.

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Leaving the Bath

2009-04-10T00:16:00.000-07:00

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There was an explosion behind them and shafts of multicoloured fire screamed overhead, striking sparks off the masonry. Then there was a sound like an enormous cork being pulled out of a small bottle, and a peal of laughter that, somehow wasn't very amusing. The ground shook.
'What's going on?' said Conina.
'Magical 'I don't think that would be a good idea,' she said. 'Rincewind?'
The wizard shook his head gloomily, and picked up a pebble. He tossed it up above the ruined wall, where it turned into a small blue teapot. It smashed when it hit the ground.
'The spells react with one another,' he said. 'There's no telling what they'll do.'
'But we're safe behind this wall?' said Conina.
Rincewind brightened a bit. 'Are we?' he said.war,' said Rincewind.'Is that good?'No.'But surely you want wizardry to triumph?' said Nijel.Rincewind shrugged, and ducked as something unseen and big whirred overhead making a noise like a partridge.'I've never seen wizards fight,' said Nijel. He started to scramble up the rubble and screamed as Conina grabbed him by the leg.

Albert Bierstadt A Quiet lake

2009-04-08T23:21:00.001-07:00

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'What, not sell me?' said Rincewind, and then snorted, 'Of course, it's the wizard's robes, he wouldn't dare-’
'Um. Actually, break into a smile she sighed and said, 'Why are you wizards always nervous around women?'
Rincewind bridled at this slur. 'I like that!' he said, 'I'll have you know that - look, anyway, the point is, I get along very well with women in general, it's just women with swords that upset me.' He considered this for a while, and added, 'Everyone with swords upset me, if it comes to that.'
Conina picked industriously at the splinter. The Luggage gave a contented creak.
'I know something else that'll upset you,' she muttered.
'Hmmm?'
'The hat's gone.'he said he'd have to give you away,' said Conina, picking intently at an imaginary splinter on the Luggage's lid.'Give me away?''Yes. Um. Sort of like, one free wizard with every concubine sold? Um.''I don't see what vegetables have got to do with it.'Conina gave him a long, hard stare, and when he didn't

Tom Thomson Woodland Waterfall

2009-04-08T01:39:00.000-07:00

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Carding rubbed the side of his nose thoughtfully.
'The boy has a 'no. Of course not.' He looked at Carding's innocent smile and coughed loudly. 'Certainly not, of course. Billias was very foolish. However, some prudent caution is surely-'
'Then let us all be cautious in the morning,' said Carding cheerfully. 'Brothers, let us adjourn this meeting. The boy sleeps, and in that at least he is showing us the way. This will look better in the light.'
'I have seen things that didn't,' said Gravie darkly, who didn't trust Youthstaff,' he said. 'Who gave it to him? Did you ask?''No,' said Spelter, still glowering at the almanackical interjector.Carding started to look at his fingernails in what Spelter considered to be a meaningful way.Well, whatever the problem, I feel sure it can wait until morning,' he said in what Spelter felt was an ostentatiously bored voice.'Ye gods, he blew Billias away!' said Gravie. 'And they say there's nothing in Virrid's room but soot!''They were perhaps rather foolish,' said Carding smoothly. 'I am sure, my good brother, that you would not be defeated in affairs of the Art by a mere stripling?'Gravie hesitated. 'Well, er,' he said,

Lord Frederick Leighton Nausicaa

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

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Well . . .’ said Mrs Cake uncertainly.
‘But he’s -‘ Reg Shoe began, and then saw Windle’s expression. ‘I must admit it’d be a relief to have a dog around the place,’ said Mrs Cake. ‘I’m always worrying about Ludmilla. There’s a lot of strange people you’re saying is that when he -‘ Doreen nudged him viciously.
‘Oh,’ said Reg. ‘Sorry. Don’t mind me. I’d forget my own head if it wasn’t sewn on.’
Windle leaned back, and shut his eyes. He could hear the occasional scrap of conversation. He could hear Arthur Winkings asking the Archchancellor who did his decorating, and where the University got its vegetablesaround.’‘But your dau -‘ Reg began again.‘Shut up, Reg,’ said Doreen.‘That’s all settled, then,’ said Windle.’And have you got any trousers?’‘What?’‘Any trousers in the house?’‘Well, I suppose I’ve got some that belonged to the late Mr Cake, but why -‘‘Sorry,’ said Windle. ‘My mind was wandering. Don’t know what I ‘m saying, half the time.’‘Ah,’ said Reg, brightly, ‘I see. What

Andy Warhol Flowers 1964

2009-04-06T00:11:00.000-07:00

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swarm of curses. ‘What the hell was that?’
A smaller thing flashed into existence by his ear.
Ridcully The Bursar crawled dazed out of the tangled wreckage of the wire trolley. He found his pointy hat, dusted it off, tried it on, frowned, and took a wheel out of it. His colleagues didn’t seem to be paying him much attentionsnatched at his hat.‘Damn!’ - the swarm increased by one - ‘Something just bit me!’ A squadron of newly-hatched Blasteds made a valiant bid for freedom. He swatted at them ineffectually.‘Get away, you b -‘ he began.‘Don’t say it!’ said the Senior Wrangler.’Shut up!’ People never told the Archchancellor to shut up. Shutting up was something that happened to other people. He shut up out of shock. ‘I mean, every time you swear it comes alive,’ said the Senior Wrangler hurriedly. ‘Ghastly little winged things pop out of the air.’ ‘Bloody hellfire!’ said the Archchancellor.Pop. Pop.

Juan Gris The Guitar

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

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door edged cautiously along the path. As it passed Modo it pivoted awkwardly, as if whoever was carrying it was trying to keep as much behind it as possible.
‘found it by the compost heaps. My wheelbarrow’d broke, and I looked up, and there -‘ ‘I’ve never seen anything like it before,’ said Windle.’Who’d want to make a big basket out of wire? And those wheels don’t look big enough.’ ‘But it pushes along well by the handle, ‘ said Modo. ‘I’m amazed that anyone would want to throw it away. Why would anyone want to throw away something like this, Mr Poons?’
Windle stared at the trolley. He couldn’t escape the feeling that it was watching him.
He heard himself say, ‘Maybe it got there by itself.’ ‘That’s right, Mr Poons! It wanted a bit of peace, I expect!’ said Modo.’You are a one!’It’s a kind of security door, ‘ said Windle.He paused. There was something wrong. Hecouldn’t quite be certain what it was, but there was suddenly a lot of wrongness about, like hearing one note out of tune in an orchestra. He audited the view in front of him.‘What’s that you’re putting the weeds into?’ he said.Modo glanced at the thing beside him.‘Good, isn’t it?’ he said.’I

Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman

2009-04-02T00:56:00.000-07:00

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he’ll come after you. Won’t you, Windle?’
‘Eh? Oh, yes. That’s right. Like a shot, ‘ said Windle, unhappily. ‘Now run along, there’s a good chap. OK?’
‘OggAy,’ said the prospective mugger. He was thinking: ‘Is eyes! Ike imlets!’
Lupine let don’t have this trouble. They just shut their eyes and wake up being born as someone else, or in some sort of heaven or, I suppose, possibly some sort of hell. Or they go and feast with the gods in their hall, which has never seemed a particularly great idea - gods are all right in their way, but not the kind of people a decent man would want to have a meal with. The Yen buddhists think you just become very rich. Some of the Klatchian religions say you go to a lovely garden full of young women, which doesn’t sound vgo. The man hit the cobbles, gave Windle one last terrified glance, and ran for it.‘Er, what do zombies do to people?’ said Windle. ‘I suppose I’d better know.’‘They tear them apart like a sheet of dry paper, ‘ said Lupine.‘Oh? Right,’ said Windle. They strolled on in silence. Windle was thinking: why me? Hundreds of people must die in this city every day. I bet they ery religious to me . . .
Windle found himself wondering how you applied for Klatchian nationality after death.

Alexandre Cabanel Fallen Angel

2009-04-01T00:36:00.000-07:00

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Discworld. * It was just that they normally had more point, or at least were a bit more interesting.
Nothing else seemed to be about to move. Windle relaxed, and went back to organising his memories. There was stuff in there he’d completely forgotten about.
There was a brief whispering outside, and then the door burst open - ‘Get his legs! Get his legs!’
‘Hold his ‘Yes?’ he said, helpfully.

l Rains of fish. for example, were so common in the little landlocked village of Pine Dressers that it had a flourishing smoking, canning and kipper-filleting industry. And in the mountain regions of Syrrit many sheep, left out in the fields all night, would be found in the morning to be facing the other ulay, without the apparent intervention of any human agency.

arms!’Windle tried to sit up.’Oh, hallo, everyone, ‘ he said. ‘What’s the matter?’ The Archchancellor, standing at the foot of the bed, fumbled in a sack and produced a large, heavy object.He held it aloft.‘Ah-ha!’ he said.Windle peered at it.

Leroy Neiman Washington Square Park

2009-03-31T00:50:00.000-07:00

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butter, enough young couple. He just wasn’t sure why he was sitting next to them, and why they were so important.
He was used to important people, or at least to people who thought they were important. Wizards became important through high deeds of magic. Thieves became important for daring robberies and so, in a slightly different way, did merchants. Warriors became important through winning battles and eight sausages in a bun, a jumbo cup of fizzy drink, and a bag of chocolate‑covered raisins.’ He handed over the money.‘Right,’ said the Chair, gathering up the containers. ‘Er. Do you think we should get something for the others?’ In the picture‑throwing room Bezam cursed as he threaded the huge reel of Blown Away into the picture‑throwing box.A few feet away, in a roped‑off section of the balcony, the Patrician of Ankh‑Morpork, Lord Vetinari, was also ill at ease.They were, he had to admit, a pleasant

Leroy Neiman Elephant Nocturne

2009-03-29T23:58:00.000-07:00

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it was going to flower . . .
Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler, or C.M.O.T. as he liked to be called, sat up in bed and stared at the darkness.
In his head a city was on fire.
He fumbled hurriedly beside his bed for the matches, managed to light the candle, and eventually located a pen.
There was no paper. He specifically told everyone there ought to be some paper by his bed, in case he woke up with an idea. Holy Wood was written this was the one they’d point to and say: That was the Moving Picture to End all Moving Pictures!
Trolls! Battles! Romance! People with thin moustaches! Soldiers of fortune! And one woman’s fight to keep the - Dibbler hesitated - something-or-other she loves, we’ll think about this lThat’s when you got the best ideas, when you were asleep. At least there was a pen and ink . . . Images sleeted past his eyes. Catch them now, or let them go forever . . . He snatched up the pen and started to scribble on the bedsheets. A Man and A Woman Aflame With Passione in A Citie Riven by Sivil War! The pen scritched and spluttered its way across the coarse linen. Yes! Yes! This was it! He’d show ‘em, with their silly plaster pyramids and penny-and-dime palaces. This was the one they’d have to look up to! When the history of ater, in a world gone mad!

Paul Cezanne The Black Clock

2009-03-26T23:59:00.000-07:00

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can’t film at night, Uncle,’ said the nephew hurriedly. ‘The demons wouldn’t be able to see. I don’t see why we can’t put up a card saying "Night-time" at the start of the scene, so that-’
‘That’s not the magic of moving pictures!’ snapped Dibbler. ‘That’s just messing about!’
‘Excuse me,’ said Victor. ‘Excuse me, but surely it doesn’t matter, because surely the demons can paint the sky black with , Mr Dibbler. What’d they want money for? They’d only eat it. We start telling them to paint what isn’t there, we’re into all sorts of-’
‘Perhaps it’s just a very bright full moon?’ said Ginger.
‘That’s good thinking,’ said Dibbler. ‘We’ll do a card where Victor says to Ginger something like: "How bright the moon is tonight, bwana".’
‘Something like that,’ said Soll diplomatically. stars on it?’ There was a moment’s silence. Then Dibbler looked- at Gaffer. ‘Can they?’ he said. ‘Nah,’ said the handleman. ‘It’s bloody. hard enough to make sure they paint what they do see, never mind what they don’t.’ Dibbler rubbed his nose. ‘I might be prepared to negotiate,’ he said. The handleman shrugged. ‘You don’t understand

Thomas Kinkade The old fishing hole

2009-03-25T21:19:00.000-07:00

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smashed through the door, coming to a stop in its wreckage twenty feet away. There was a cheer from the queue.
Dibbler the troll’s short and bandy legs and hopped over the remains of the gate, but Detritus didn’t do anything about this because everyone knew dogs weren’t anyone.

‘Mr Silverfish?’ said Dibbler.
Silverfish, who had been cautiously crossing the studio with a box of looked approvingly at the troll. Detritus was wearing nothing except a ragged loincloth which covered whatever it was that trolls felt it necessary to conceal. ‘Very good, Detritus.’ ‘Right you are, Mr Dibbler.’ ‘But we shall have to see about getting you a suit,’ said Dibbler. ‘Now, please guard the gate. Don’t let anyone in.’‘Right you are, Mr Dibbler.’ Two minutes later a small grey dog trotted through

Gustav Klimt Schloss Kammer Am Attersee II

2009-03-23T23:03:00.000-07:00

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'Cower, mortal,' said the Sphinx. 'For thou art in the presence of the wise and the terrible.' It blinked. 'Any good, these statues?'
'They don't do you justice,' said Teppic, truthfully.
'Do you really think so? People often get the nose wrong,' said the Sphinx. 'My right profile is best, I'm told, and-' It dawned on the Sphinx that it was sidetracking itself. It coughed sternly.
'Beforea noise like an empty lorry reversing in a quarry.
'What goes on four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?' said the Sphinx smugly.
Teppic considered this.
'That's a tough one,' he said, eventually.
'The toughest,' said the Sphinx.
'Um.' you can pass me, O mortal,' it said, 'you must answer my riddle.' 'Why?' said Teppic. 'What?' The Sphinx blinked at him. It hadn't been designed for this sort of thing. 'Why? Why? Because. Er. Because, hang on, yes, because I will bite your head off if you don't. Yes, I think that's it.' 'Right,' said Teppic. 'Let's hear it, then.' The Sphinx cleared its throat with

Lorenzo Lotto Venus and Cupid

2009-03-20T23:24:00.000-07:00

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political expediency and I don't believe the edict is ever rescinded.'
'But she was a woman, though?'
Dios looked shocked. 'Oh no, sire. She is a man. She herself declared this.'
'But look, a chap's aunt-'
'Quite so, sire. I quite understand.'
'Well,like that. She's got a pinny with stitching like that, has our mum,' said Gern conversationally.
'Keep it still, I said.'
'It's got all ducks and hens on it,' Gern supplied helpfully. Dil concentrated on the job in hand. It was good workmanship, he was prepared to admit. The Guild of Embalmers and Allied Trades had awarded him medals for it.
'It must make you feel really proud,' said Gern. thank you,' said Teppic. 'It is a great shame that we have no sisters.' 'Sisters!' 'It does not do to water the divine blood, sire. The sun might not like it. Now this, sire, is the Scapula of Hygiene. Where would you like it put?' King Teppicymon XXVII was watching himself being stuffed. It was just as well he didn't feel hunger these days. Certainly he would never want to eat chicken again. 'Very nice stitching there, master.' 'Just keep your finger still, Gern.' 'My mother does stitching

Pino DANCING IN BARCELONA

2009-03-19T01:05:00.000-07:00

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standing stone was back in its normal place, but still poised to run if any auditors came into view.
The witches sat in careful silence. This was not going to rate among the hundred most exciting coven meetings of all time'It says "Viva Verence II Rex". Fancy him being called Rex. I can't say it's a good likeness, mind you. I don't recall him having a handle sticking out of his ear.'
There was another long, terribly polite pause. Then Granny said, 'We were a bit surprised you weren't there, Magrat.'
'We thought you'd be up at the top of the table, kind of thing,' said Nanny. 'We thought you'd have moved in up there.'. If Mussorgsky had seen them, the night on the bare mountain would have been over by teatime.Then Granny Weatherwax said, 'It was a good banquet, I thought.''I was nearly sick,' said Nanny Ogg proudly. 'And my Shirl helped out in the kitchen and brought me home some scraps.''I heard,' said Granny coldly. 'Haifa pig and three bottles of fizzy wine went missing, they say.''It's nice that some people think of the old folk,' said Nanny Ogg, completely unabashed. 'I got a coronation mug, too.' She produced it.

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Ninos en el Mar

2009-03-17T22:51:00.000-07:00

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was silent. He was staring at nothing at all. After a while one hand fumbled in his doublet and brought out a sheaf of paper, and then disappeared in the direction of his belt and produced a small corked ink pot and a bundle of the room.
Around supper Vitoller heard a shouted request for more candles and fresh quills.
Tomjon tried to get an early night, but sleep was murdered by the sound of creativity from the next room. There were mutterings about balconies, and whether the world really needed wave machines. The rest was silence, except for the insistent scratching of quills.
Eventually, Tomjon dreamed.quills.They watched as, without once looking at them, the dwarf smoothed out the paper, opened the ink pot, dipped a quill, held it poised like a hawk waiting for its prey, and then began to write.Vitoller nodded at Tomjon.Walking as quietly as they could, they left the room.Around mid-afternoon they took up a tray of food and a bundle of paper.The tray was still there at teatime. The paper had gone.A few hours later a passing member of the company reported hearing a yell of 'It can't work! It's back to front!' and the sound of something being thrown across

Edward Hopper Sunlight in a Cafeteria

2009-03-16T23:29:00.001-07:00

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'You could give him boils or something,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Haemorrhoids are good. That's allowed. It won't stop him ruling, it just means he'll have to rule standing up. Always good for a laugh, that. Or piles.'
Granny of saying it,' she said, 'but he's got us beaten.'
'Well, I don't know,' said Nanny. 'Our Jason and a few sharp lads could soon—'
'You saw some of his guards. These aren't the old sort. These are a tough kind.'
'We could give the boys just a bit of help—'
'It wouldn't work. People have to sort this sort of thing out for themselvesWeatherwax said nothing. If fury were heat, her hat would have caught fire.'Mind you, that'd probably make him worse,' said Nanny, running to keep up. 'Same with toothache.' She gave a sideways glance at Granny's twitching features.'You needn't fret,' she said. They didn't do anything much. But thanks, anyway.''I ain't worried about you, Gytha Ogg,' snapped Granny. 'I only come along 'cos Magrat was fretting. What I say is, if a witch can't look after herself, she's got no business calling herself a witch.''Magrat done well with the woodwork, I thought.'Even in the grip of her sullen fury, Granny Weatherwax spared a nod.'She's coming along,' she said. She looked up and down the corridor, and then leaned closer to Nanny Ogg's ear.'I ain't going to give him the pleasure

Paul Gauguin Two Tahitian Women

2009-03-15T22:44:00.000-07:00

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And Granny Weatherwax, striding home alone through the midnight forest, wrapped her shawl around her and considered. It had been a long day, and a trying one. The theatre had been the worst part. All people night, contained strange and terrible things and she was it.
'Let him be whoever he minks he is,' she said. 'That's all anybody could hope for in this world.'
Like most people, witches are unfocused in time. The difference is that they dimly realise it, and make use of it. They cherish the past because part of them is still living there, and they can see the shadows the future casts before it.
Granny could feel the shape of the future, and it had knives in it.
pretending to be other people, things happening that weren't real, bits of countryside you could put your foot through . . . Granny liked to know where she stood, and she wasn't certain she stood for that sort of thing. The world seemed to be changing all the time.It didn't use to change so much. It was bewildering.She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy

Caravaggio The Raising of Lazarus

2009-03-12T23:34:00.000-07:00

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glazed over in a way that was becoming depressingly familiar to Cut-well.
'The Princess Keli,' he said wearily.
'Ah. Yes. Her,' said the Chancellor. 'A portrait of – who you said – in fireworks. Of course, it's probably all pretty simple stuffpast with their heads down and then break into muffled giggles along the corridor. This annoyed Cutwell. Not – he told himself quickly – because of any personal considerations, but because wizards ought to be shown more respect. Besides, some of the maids had a way of looking at him which caused him to think distinctly unwizardly thoughts.
Truly, he thought, the way of enlightenment is like unto half a mile of broken glass to you wizards, but the people like it. Nothing like a good blowout and a blowup and a bit of balcony waving to keep the loyalty muscles in tip-top shape, that's what I always say. See to it. Rockets. With runes on.'An hour ago Cutwell had thumbed through the index of The Monster Fun Grimoire and had cautiously assembled a number of common household ingredients and put a match to them.Funny thing about eyebrows, he mused. You never really noticed them until they'd gone.Red around the eyes, and smelling slightly of smoke, Cutwell ambled towards the royal apartments past bevies of maids engaged in whatever it was maids did, which always seemed to take at least three of them. Whenever they saw Cutwell they would usually go silent, hurry

Franz Marc Blaues Pferdchen

2009-03-12T00:20:00.000-07:00

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failed to notice her.
Out in the streets it wasn't so creepy, but she still felt oddly naked. It was unnerving, being among people who were going about their own affairs and not bothering to look at one, when one's entire experience of the world hitherto was that it revolved around one. Pedestrians bumped into one and rebounded away, wondering briefly what notice that the knocker winked at her.
She tried again, and thought she heard a distant crash. After some time the door opened a few inches and she caught a glimpse of a round flustered face topped with curly hair. Her right foot surprised her by intelligently inserting itself in the crack.it was they had hit, and one several times had to scurry away out of the path of wagons.The chicken leg hadn't gone far to fill the hole left by the absence of lunch, and she filched a couple of apples from a stall, making a mental note to have the chamberlain find out how much apples cost and send some money down to the stallholder.Dishevelled, rather grubby and smelling slightly of horse dung, she came at last to Cutwell's door. The knocker gave her some trouble. In her experience doors opened for you; there were special people to arrange it.She was so distraught she didn't even

Thomas Kinkade almost heaven

2009-03-11T00:23:00.000-07:00

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always thought it was.'
PEOPLE THINK IT'S IMPORTANT ONLY BECAUSE THEY INVENTED IT, said Death sombrely. Mort considered this rather trite, but decided not to argue.
'What are we they performed were invariably about kings. Kings were always killing one another, or being killed. The plots were quite complicated, involving mistaken identity, poisons, battles, long-lost sons, ghosts, witches and, usually, lots of daggers. Since it was clear that being a king was no picnic it was amazing that half the cast were apparently trying to become hazy, but he imagined that no-one got much sleep.
'I'd quite like to see a real king,' he said. 'They wear crowns all the time, my granny going to do now?' he said.THERE'S A PROMISING WAR IN KLATCHISTAN, said Death. SEVERAL PLAGUE OUTBREAKS. ONE RATHER IMPORTANT ASSASSINATION, IF YOU'D PREFER.'What, a murder?'AYE, A KING.'Oh, kings,' said Mort dismissively. He knew about kings. Once a year a band of strolling players, or at any rate ambling ones, came to Sheepridge and the plays

Wassily Kandinsky Dominant Curve

2009-03-09T23:11:00.000-07:00

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peered through the glass. If she squinted it seemed that the little Disc was granular, as if it was made up of millions of tiny specks. If she looked hard at the specks
"It's just numbers!" she said. "The whole world - it's all made up of numbers . . . ."
"It's not the world, it's an idea of the world," said Simon. "I created it for them. They can't get through to us, do you see, but ideas have got a shape here. Ideas are real!"
GIVE IT TOthat lurked in deep ocean holes and haunted caves, faces that were not human enough to gloat or leer but had all the menace of a suspiciously v-shaped ripple near an incautious bather.
She couldn't trust them. But she had no choice.
Something else was happening, in a place as far away as the thickness of a shadow. US. "But ideas can't hurt anyone!" "I turned things into numbers to understand them, but they just want to control," Simon said bitterly. "They burrowed into my numbers like -" He screamed. GIVE IT TO US OR WE WILL TAKE HIM TO BITS. Esk looked up at the nearest nightmare face. "How do I know I can trust you?" she said. YOU CAN'T TRUST US. BUT YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. Esk looked at the ring of faces that not even a necrophile could love, faces put together from a fishmonger's midden, faces picked randomly from things

Thomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDER

2009-03-09T01:48:00.000-07:00

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exactly, but sometimes she felt like a boat herself, drifting on the edge of an infinite rope but always attached to an anchor.
The barges stopped at some of the towns. By tradition only the men went ashore, and only Amschat, wearing his ceremonial Lying hat, spoke to non-Zoons. Esk usually went with him. He tried hinting that she should obey the When a market broker in the walled town of Zemphis offered him a bag of ultramarines in exchange for a hundred fleeces a voice from the level of his pockets said: "They're not ultramarines."
"Listen to the child!" said the broker, grinning. Amschat solemnly held one of the stones to his eye.
"I am listening," he said, "and they do indeed look like ultramarines. They have the glit and shimmy."
Esk shook her head. "They're just spircles," she said. She said it without thinkingunwritten rules of Zoonand stay afloat, but a hint was to Esk what a mosquito bite was to the average rhino because she was already learning that if you ignore the rules people will, half the time, quietly rewrite them so that they don't apply to you. Anyway, it seemed to Amschat that when Esk was with him he always got a very good price. There was something about a small child squinting determinedly at them from behind his legs that made even market-hardened merchants hastily conclude their In fact, it began to worry him.

Thomas Kinkade Clearing Storms

2009-03-05T23:33:00.000-08:00

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The cold struck like a knife. Frost had put a crust on the snow. She didn't care where she was going, but quiet terror gave her a burning determination to get there as fast as she could.
Inside the wolves in the mountains, because on some nights their howls echoed down from the high Tops, but they seldom came near the village - the modern wolves were the offspring of ancestors that had survived because they had learned that human meat had sharp edges.cottage the crow landed heavily in the fireplace, surrounded by soot and muttering irritably to itself. It hopped into the shadows, and a moment later there was the bang of the latch of the stairway door and the sound of fluttering on the stairs. Esk reached up as high as she could and felt around the tree for the marker. This time she was lucky, but the pattern of dots and grooves told her she was over a mile from the village and had been running in the wrong direction. There was a cheese-rind moon and a sprinkling of stars, small and bright and pitiless. The forest around her was a pattern of black shadows and pale snow and, she was aware, not all the shadows were standing still. Everyone knew there were

Henri Fantin-Latour Still Life With Flowers And Fruit

2009-03-04T23:24:00.000-08:00

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Around noon the following day they rode into a small, mud-walled city surrounded by fields still lush and green. There seemed to be a lot of traffic going the other way, though. Huge carts rumbled past them. Herds of livestock ambled along the crown of the road. Old ladies stomped past carrying entire households and haystacks on their backs.
'Plague?' said Rincewind, stopping a man pushing a handcart full of children.
He shook his head. 'It's the star, friend,' he said. 'Haven't you seen it in the sky?'
'We couldn't help noticing it, yes.'
They say that it'll hit us on Hogswatchnight and the seas will boil and the countries of the Disc will be broken nd 'It's a shuprishe.'
'I could do with a new dress, too,' said Bethan.kings will be brought down and the cities will be as lakes of glass,' said the man. 'I'm off to the mountains.''That'll help, will it?' said Rincewind doubtfully.'No, but the view will be better.'Rincewind rode back to the others.'Everyone's worried about the star,' he said. 'Apparently there's hardly anyone left in the cities, they're all frightened of it.''I don't want to worry anyone,' said Bethan, 'but hasn't it struck you as unseasonably hot?''That's what I said last night,' said Twoflower. 'Very warm, I thought.''I shuspect it'll get a lot hotter,' said Cohen. 'Let'sh get on into the city.'They rode through echoing streets that were practically deserted. Cohen kept peering at merchants' signs until he reined his horse and said, 'Thish ish what I've been looking for. You find a temple and a priesht, I'll join you shortly.''A jeweller?' said Rincewind.

Thomas Moran Zion Valley, South Utah

2009-03-03T21:36:00.000-08:00

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. . .'
Through the mists of his exhausted mind Rincewind remembered the horrible star they'd seen in the sky. Something had gone wrong with the universe last night.
How had he come to be back on the Disc?
He had a feeling that the answers were somewhere inside his head. And an even more unpleasant feeling began to dawn on .
'Rincewind,' said a voice. Rincewind had never heard a lizard speak, but if one did it would have a voice like that.
'Um,' he said. 'Yes?'
The voice chuckled – a strange sound, rather papery. him that something else was watching the scene below – watching it from behind his eyes.The Spell had crept from its lair deep in the untrodden dirtroads of his mind, and was sitting bold as brass in his forebrain, watching the passing scene and doing the mental equivalent of eating popcorn.He tried to push it back – and the world vanished . . .He was in darkness; a warm, musty darkness, the darkness of the tomb, the velvet blackness of the mummy case. There was a strong smell of old leather and the sourness of ancient paper. The paper rustled.He felt that the darkness was full of unimaginable horrors – and the trouble with unimaginable horrors was that they were only to easy to imagine . .

William Blake The Resurrection

2009-03-02T19:32:00.000-08:00

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Ah," he said conversationally. "You are ready, I see."
Ready, said a voice inside Rincewind's head.
The bottle that stunned Garhartra had sunk to the floor his two guests were already pounding across distant flagstones.
Rincewind skidded around a corner and found himself on a balcony that ran around the four sides of a courtyard. Below them, most of the floor of the yard was taken up by an ornamental pond in which a few terrapins sunbathed among the lily leaves.the wizard had flung some eight hours earlier had been hanging in the air, imprisoned by magic in its own personal time-field. But during all those hours the original mana of the spell had been slowly leaking away until the total magical energy was no longer sufficient to hold it against the Universe's own powerful normality field, and when that happened Reality snapped back in a matter of microseconds. The visible sign of this was that the bottle suddenly completed the last part of its parabola and burst against the side of the Guestmaster's head, showering the guards with glass and jellyfish wine.Rincewind grabbed Twoflower's arm, kicked the nearest guard in the groin, and dragged the startled tourist into the corridor. Before the

William Beard Majestic Stag

2009-03-01T22:17:00.000-08:00

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the corridor. They stopped, openmouthed. Then one remembered himself sufficiently to raise his crossbow and fire.
The dragon's chest heaved. The quarrel exploded into flaming fragments in mid-air. The guards scurried out of sight. A Light filtered through dimly from various shafts and, here and there, bounced off big mirrors that had been mortared into angles of the passagefraction of a second later a wash of flame played over the stones where they had been standing.Twoflower looked up in admiration"Can you fly too?" he said.Of course.Twoflower glanced up and down the corridor, and decided against following the guards. Since he knew himself to be totally lost already, any direction was probably an improvement. He edged past the dragon and hurried away, the huge beast turning with difficulty to follow him.They padded down a series of passages that crisscrossed like a maze. At one point Twoflower thought he heard shouts, a long way behind them but they soon faded away. Sometimes the dark arch of a crumbling doorway loomed past them in the gloom.

Joseph Mallord William Turner Rainbow

2009-02-26T23:39:00.000-08:00

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place in 2008, a shift from its low 17th-place ranking in 1939 and last-place ranking in 1967.
"This is a generation of men who has grown up with educated women as their mothers, teachers, doctors, and role modelswere college students from the University of Iowa, the University of Washington, the University of Virginia, and Penn State University.
"Like attracts like, so certainly the fact that we were polling college students would suggest that intelligence and education are going to be important characteristics," Whelan says.
Another notable shift involves the significance of chastity: In 1939, it ," said Christine Whelan, head of the study and author of "Marry Smart: The Intelligent Woman's Guide to True Love" (Simon & Schuster, 2008). "And in tough economic times, sharing the financial burden with a spouse takes the burden off these guys to be the sole provider."The study's participants

Rembrandt Hendrickje Bathing in a River

2009-02-25T22:41:00.000-08:00

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number in his hall of residence had been 7a. He hadn't been surprised).
Rain the horse out from under whatever it was that Bel-Shamharoth used for a nose.
"The Sender of Eight has two for dinner, it seems." said Druellae, looking hard at Rincewind. "Who does that steed belong to, false wizard?"
"I’ve no idea."
"No? Well, it does not matter. We shall see soon enough."
She waved a hand. The focus of the image moved inwards, darted through a great streamed off the black walls of the temple. The only sign of was the horse tethered outside, and it wasn't Twoflower's horse. For one thing, it was too big. It was a white charger with hooves the size of meat dishes and leather harness aglitter with ostentatious gold ornamentation. It was currently enjoying a nosebag.There was something familiar about it. Rincewind tried to remember where he had seen it before.It looked as though it was capable of a fair turn of speed, anyway. A speed which, once it had lumbered up to it, it could maintain for a long time. All Rincewind had to do was shake off his guards, fight his way out of the Tree, find the temple and steal

Leonardo da Vinci Portrait Of A Young Lady

2009-02-24T21:44:00.000-08:00

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don't know, but I know he loves you."
"When he rescued me, he was young and strong and full of pride and beauty. I loved him at once. I would have changed my and out of it like a mayfly. And it tore pieces out of my heart, as it always does. It broke Coram's. And then the call came for me to return to my own people, because Yambe-Akka had taken my mother, and I was clan queen. So I left, as I had to."
"Did you never see Farder Coram again?"nature, I would have forsaken the star-tingle and the music of the Aurora; I would never have flown again-I would have given all that up in a moment, without a thought, to be a gyptian boat wife and cook for him and share his bed and bear his children. But you cannot change what you are, only what you do. I am a witch. He is a human. I stayed with him for long enough to bear him a child....""He never said! Was it a girl? A witch?""No. A boy, and he died in the great epidemic of forty years ago, the sickness that came out of the East. Poor little child; he flickered into life

Pierre-Auguste Cot Le Printemps

2009-02-23T22:29:00.000-08:00

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Darling," she said, "some of what's good has to hurt us a little, and naturally it's upsetting for others if you're upset.... But it doesn't mean your daemon is taken away from you. He's still there! Goodness me, a lot of the grownups that's what lets Dust in. A quick little operation before that, and you're never troubled again. And your daemon stays with you, only...just not connected. Like a...like a wonderful pet, if you like. The best pet in the world! Wouldn't you like thathere have had the operation. The nurses seem happy enough, don't they?"Lyra blinked. Suddenly she understood their strange blank incuriosity, the way their little trotting daemons seemed to be sleepwalking.Say nothing, she thought, and shut her mouth hard."Darling, no one would ever dream of performing an operation on a child without testing it first. And no one in a thousand years would take a child's daemon away altogether! All that happens is a little cut, and then everything's peaceful. Forever! You see, your daemon's a wonderful friend and com panion when you're young, but at the age we call puberty, the age you're coming to very soon, darling, daemons bring all sort of troublesome thoughts and feelings, and

Bill Brauer The Gold Dress

2009-02-22T22:29:00.000-08:00

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Take it, dear," said the nurse. "Wouldn't you rather have a nice woolly bear, though? Or a pretty doll?"
She opened a drawer where some soft toys lay like dead things. Lyra made herself stand and pretend to consider for and tied the oilskin pouch around her waist.
"What about my coat and boots?" she said. "And my mittens and things?"
"We'll have them cleaned for you," said the nurse automatically.
Then a telephone buzzed, and while the nurse answered it, Lyra stooped quickly to recover the other tin, the one containing the spy-fly, and put it in the pouch with the alethiometer.
"Come along, Lizzie," said the nurse, putting the receiver down. "We'll go and find youseveral seconds before picking out a rag doll with big vacant eyes. She had never had a doll, but she knew what to do, and pressed it absently to her chest."What about my money belt?" she said. "I like to keep my toy in there.""Go on, then, dear," said Sister Clara, who was filling in a form on pink paper.Lyra hitched up her unfamiliar skirt

Benjamin Williams Leader The Last Gleam, Wargrave on Thames

2009-02-20T00:35:00.000-08:00

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stood back, away from her and the hut and away from the bear.
Lyra thought suddenly: what if the child is Roger? And she prayed with all her force that it wouldn't be. Pantalaimon was clinging to her, an ermine again, his little claws hooked deep into her anorak.
She lifted the lantern high and took a step into the shed, and then she saw what it was that the Oblatcrypt at Jordan had moved the d^mon-coins into the wrong skulls. He was even more frightened than she was. As for lorek Byrnison, he was lying in the snow nearby, watching in silence.
"Come out," Lyra said as loud as she dared. "Come out!"
Not a sound came in answer. She ion Board was doing, and what was the nature of the sacrifice the children were having to make.
The little boy was huddled against the wood drying rack where hung row upon row of gutted fish, all as stiff as boards. He was clutching a piece of fish to him as Lyra was clutching Pantalaimon, with her left hand, hard, against her heart; but that was all he had, a piece of dried fish; because he had no da;mon at all. The Gobblers had cut it away. That was intercision, and this was a severed child.

Paul Klee Park bei Luzern

2009-02-19T00:24:00.000-08:00

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man has shed 73 kilograms in just six months after inventing his own diet - onions and garlic.
Commercial painter Momir Zmiric, 42, from the Croatian port of Split, decided to go on such a diet without consulting doctors.
"I did not want tofoods I used to like. And as the weight came off, I started to walk a lot, to swim and to cycle", Momir said,
"I also ate a few other things that tasted nice but weren't fattening," he added, admitting he had eaten some fish but no meat.
"I used to have two kilograms of roasted meat for lunch or an go on a diet recommended by doctors and refused to take any pills as I knew it was all in my mind. I decided to go on a diet and to stop smoking after 25 years on the same evening", Zmiric has said.He based his new diet on his favourite, low-calorie food - garlic and onions on a plain biscuit washed down with carrot juice.Momir, 42, said: "I couldn't run even two metres. So I decided to stop eating meat, potatoes, cheese, smoked ham and all the other fattening

Jean-Honore Fragonard le jour

2009-02-17T21:00:00.000-08:00

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people of their class), she was wary of being trapped underground; better to be out in the open, where she could run, if she had to.
On and on she walked, and the streets became darker and emptier. It was drizzling, but even if there'd been no clouds the He was looking down a side road to the left. Sure enough, a patch of dark glimmer showed open water, and when they cautiously went to look, they found a canal basin where a dozen or so barges were tied up at the wharves, some high in the water, some low and laden city sky was too tainted with light to show the stars. Pantalaimon thought they were going north, but who could tell?Endless streets of little identical brick houses, with big enough for a dustbin; great gaunt factories behind wire fences, with one anbaric light glowing bleakly high up on a wall and a night watchman snoozing by his brazier; occasionally a dismal oratory, only distinguished from a warehouse by the crucifix outside. Once she tried the door of one of these places, only to hear a groan from the bench a foot away in the darkness. She realized that the porch was full of sleeping figures, and fled."Where we going to sleep, Pan?" she said as they trudged down a street of closed and shuttered shops."A doorway somewhere.""Don't want to be seen though. They're all so open.""There's a canal down there...."

Henri Rousseau Sleeping Gypsy

2009-02-16T22:57:00.000-08:00

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flecked with rust. But here the water was hot, the soap rose-pink and fragrant, the towels thick and cloud-soft. And around the edge of the tinted mirror there were little pink lights, so that when Lyra looked into it she saw a softly we'd go to the Royal Arctic Institute for lunch. I'm one of the very few female members, so I might as well use the privileges I haveilluminated figure quite unlike the Lyra she knew.Pantalaimon, who was imitating the form of Mrs. Coulter's daemon, crouched on the edge of the basin making faces at her. She pushed him into the soapy water and suddenly remembered the alethiometer in her coat pocket. She'd left the coat on a chair in the other room. She'd promised the Master to keep it secret from Mrs. Coulter....Oh, this was confusing. Mrs. Coulter was so kind and wise, whereas Lyra had actually seen the Master trying to poison Uncle Asriel. Which of them did she owe most obedience to?She rubbed herself dry hastily and hurried back to the sitting room, where her coat still lay untouched, of course."Ready?" said Mrs. Coulter. "I thought

Salvador Dali Les trois sphinx de bikini

2009-02-15T19:25:00.001-08:00

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opened the case of the projecting lantern and uncapped the lens before checking the oil tank.
"There's plenty took the tray and left, and Thorold went with him. As soon as the door closed, Lord Asriel looked across the room directly at the wardrobe, and Lyra felt the force of his glance almost as if it had physical form, as if it were an arrow or a spear. Then he looked away and spoke softly to his dasmon.
She came to sit calmly at his side, alert and elegant and dangerous, her tawny eyes surveying the room before turning, like his black ones, to the door from the hall as the handle turned. Lyra couldn't see the door, but she heard an intake of breath as the first man came in.of oil, my lord," he said. "Shall I send for a technician to operate it?""No. I'll do it myself. Thank you, Thorold. Have they finished dinner yet, Wren?""Very nearly, I think, my lord," replied the Butler. "If I understand Mr. Cawson aright, the Master and his guests won't be disposed to linger once they know you're here. Shall I take the ?""Take it and go.""Very good, my lord."With a slight bow, the Butler

Eduard Manet Bouquet Of Violets

2009-02-12T23:59:00.000-08:00

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Will was still lying on the stones, utterly spent. All he could see was the man's shape, crouching above him, but he couldn't see his face. The man was reaching sideways for something, and after a few moments a marvelous soothing coolness spread into his hand from the stumps of his fingers as the man massaged a salve into his skin.
"What are was secure, the man slumped sideways and lay down himself. Will, still bemused by the blessed cool numbness in his hand, tried to sit up and look at him. But it was darker than ever. He felt forward with his right hand and found himself touching the man's chest, where the heart was beating like a bird against the bars of a cage.
"Yes," the man said hoarsely. "Try and cure that, go on."
"Are you ill?"you doing?" Will said."Curing your wound. Keep still.""Who are you?""I'm the only man who knows what the knife is for. Hold your hand up like that. Don't move."The wind was beating more wildly than ever, and a drop or two of rain splashed onto Will's face. He was trembling violently, but he propped up his left hand with his right while the man spread more ointment over the stumps and wound a strip of linen tightly around the hand.And as soon as the dressing

Caravaggio The Fortune Teller

2009-02-11T23:44:00.000-08:00

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far from being young.
"Your name is Will?" she said.
"Yes, but—"
"Why are the Specters afraid of you?"
"Because of the knife. Where's the nearest one? Tell me! I want to kill it!"
But Lyra "Now listen," she said. "There's a cave in these woods not far away. Head up the slope and then along the ridge to the left. The Specters won't follow—they don't see us while we're in the air, and they're afraid of you. We'll meet you there. It's a half-hour's walk."came running before the witch could answer."Serafina Pekkala!" she cried, and she threw her arms around the witch and hugged her so tightly that the witch laughed out loud, and kissed the top of her head. "Oh, Serafina, where did you come from like that? We were—those kids—they were kids, and they were going to kill us—did you see them? We thought we were going to die and—oh, I'm so glad you came! I thought I'd never see you again!"Serafina Pekkala looked over Lyra's head to where the Specters were obviously clustering a little way off, and then looked at Will.

John Singleton Copley The Tribute Money

2009-02-11T00:44:00.000-08:00

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Then you simply drive to your local airport, fly up to 460 miles, land, convert and drive directly to your destination.
‘You'll always be ready to drive or fly.’ Ease: Pilots will be able to drive to the local airport, take off and then fly for up to 460 miles (740 km)A series of simple commands made from the cockpit convert the white craft from plane to car and vice versa.
But the just reserve your very own roadable airplane, it gives us proof that today's pilot community is ready for this dream to finally become reality.
‘There's no risk to you - only the chance to be the first at your home field to unfold your wings and fly into the future.wings only fold out if the correct key code is entered by someone with a pilot's licence.Unlike many 'flying car' concepts which use thrusters to take off vertically, the Transition needs a short runway to take to the air.The spokeswoman added: ‘Never let questionable weather cancel or endanger your trip again.‘You can simply divert and continue on the ground until the weather clears.’ You can secure your very own Transition aeroplane by simply paying a deposit of £6,500.The firm's website, 'Terrafugia.com', says of prospective owners: ‘Your deposit doesn't

Thomas Gainsborough The Morning Walk

2009-02-06T00:30:00.000-08:00

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Nagging and cajoling, she urged him down the steps, and they picked their way through the shattered glass and splintered wood and into a small, cool room off the landing. The walls were lined with shelves of bottles, jars, pots, pestles and mortars, and chemists' balances. Under the dirty window was a stone sink, where the old man was desperate.
"Oh, yes, we have everything. You, girl, open that drawer in the table and bring out a bandage."
Will saw the knife lying on the table in the center of the room, but before he could pick it up the old man was limping toward him with a bowl of water.pouring something with a shaky hand from a large bottle into a smaller one."Sit down and drink this," he said, and filled a small glass with a dark golden liquid.Will sat down and took the glass. The first mouthful hit the back of his throat like fire. Lyra took the glass to stop it from falling as Will gasped."Drink it all," the old man commanded."What is it?""Plum brandy. Drink."Will sipped it more cautiously. Now his hand was really beginning to hurt."Can you heal him?" said Lyra, her voice

Leroy Neiman Amphitheatre at Rivera

2009-02-04T23:47:00.001-08:00

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church and wide-crowned trees above . The afternoon sun drew the warmest tones out of it all, and the air felt rich with it, almost the color itself of heavy golden wine. All the leaves were still, and in this little square to you, and I never will, I swear it. You're in danger, and if I hadn't done that just then, you'd've been caught. Didn't you see 'em looking at you? 'Cause they were. You en't careful enough. If you want my opinion, it's you that en't serious."
"If I'm not serious, what am I doing hanging about waiting for you when I could be miles away? Or hiding out of sight, safe in that other city? I've even the traffic noise was hushed.She finally became aware of Will's feelings and said, "What's the matter?""If you speak to people, you just attract their attention," he said, with a shaking voice. "You should just keep quiet and still and they overlook you. I've been doing it all know how to do it. Your way, you just—you make yourself visible. You shouldn't do that. You shouldn't play at it. You're not being serious.""You think so?" she said, and her anger flashed. "You think I don't know about lying and that? I'm the best liar there ever was. But I en't lying

Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Music Lesson

2009-02-03T19:13:00.000-08:00

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completely invisible from behind. You could see it only from the side nearest the road, and you couldn't see it easily even from there, because all you could see through it was exactly the same kind of thing that lay in front of it on this side: in the fabric of this world and into another.
He found himself standing under a row of trees. But not hornbeam trees: these were tall palms, and they were growing, like the trees in Oxford, in a row along the grass. But this was the center of a broad boulevard, and at the side of the boulevard was a line of cafés and small shops, all brightly lit, all open, and all utterly silent and empty beneath a patch of grass lit by a streetlight.But Will knew without the slightest doubt that that patch of grass on the other side was in a different world.He couldn't possibly have said why. He knew it at once, as strongly as he knew that fire burned and kindness was good. He was looking at something profoundly alien.And for that reason alone, it enticed him to stoop and look further. What he saw made his head swim and his heart thump harder, but he didn't hesitate: he pushed his tote bag through, and then scrambled through himself, through the hole

Carl Fredrik Aagard The Rose Garden

2009-02-03T00:10:00.000-08:00

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Love really could be a drug, say scientists, who believe that one day the feelings may be induced by popping a pill or smelling perfume.
It may not to pharmaceutical therapies for anxiety, phobias and post-traumatic stress disorders.
The behavioural scientist Professor Larry Young, of Emory University, Georgia, writing in the journal Nature, said: "For one thing, drugs that manipulate brain systems at whim to enhance or diminish our love for another may not be far away."be the most romantic gesture but scientists are developing drugs that can boost that most human of emotions.They are studying the brain chemistry responsible for the complex feelings that draw us to a particular member of the opposite sex and help keep us monogamous.Animal testing is beginning to shed light on the complex neural and genetic components of love in the same way they have led

Gustav Klimt Judith II (gold foil)

2009-02-01T23:40:00.000-08:00

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, and then another answered it from a different direction. Delighted, Will and Lyra jumped up and tried to see the singers, but all they could make out was a pair of dark skimming shapes that flew low and then darted up again, all the time singing and singing in rich, liquid bell tones an endlessly varied song.
And then, with a flutter of wings that threw up a little fountain of sand in front of him, the first bird landed a few yards away.
Lyra said, "Pan... ?"
He was fresh as ever: Lyra's fingers putting the fruit between his lips under the gold-and-silver trees; her warm mouth pressing against his; his daemon being torn from his unsuspecting breast as they entered the world of the dead; and the sweet rightfulness of her coming back to him at the edge of the moonlit dunes.
Lyra made to move toward them, but Pantalaimon spoke.formed like a dove, but his color was dark and hard to tell in the moonlight; at any rate, he showed up clearly on the white sand. The other bird still circled overhead, still singing, and then she flew down to join him: another dove, but pearl white, and with a crest of dark red feathers.And Will knew what it was to see his daemon. As she flew down to the sand, he felt his heart tighten and release in a way he never forgot. Sixty years and more would go by, and as an old man he would still feel some sensations as bright and

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Christmas

2009-01-20T22:40:00.001-08:00

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Any moment now he'll lose patience," she whispered. "I told him to make himself small. But he's only an angel, after all, even if he was once a man. And we can wrestle with him and bring him to the edge of the gulf, and we'll both go down with him..."
He kissed her, saying, "Yes. Lyra will be safe, and the Kingdom will be powerless against her. Call him now, Marisa, my love."out of the golden air and took in at once what was happening: the two daemons, crouching and watchful, the woman with the nimbus of Dust, and Lord Asriel...
Who leapt at him at once, seizing him around the waist, and tried to hurl him to the groundShe took a deep breath and let it out in a long, shuddering sigh. Then she smoothed her skirt down over her thighs and tucked the hair back behind her ears."Metatron," she called softly. "It's time."Metatron's shadow-cloaked form appeared

Caravaggio Taking of Christ

2009-01-18T22:07:00.001-08:00

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when she spoke just now, you all listened, every one of you, and you kept silent and still. Again, why was that?"
"Because it was true," said No-Name. "Because she spoke the truth. Because it was nourishing. Because it was feeding us. Because we couldn't help it. Because it was true. Because we had no idea that there was anything but wickedness. Because it brought us news of the world and the sun and the wind and the rain. Because it was true."tell you about the world. And you'll have the right to hear them, and they will have to tell you."
Lyra marveled at the nerve of the little spy. How did he dare speak to these creatures as if he had the power to give them rights? Any one of them could have snapped him up in a moment, wrenched him apart in her claws or carried him high and then hurled him down to the ground to smash in pieces. And yet there he stood, proud and fearless, making a bargain with "Then," said Tialys, "let's make a bargain with you. Instead of seeing only the wickedness and cruelty and greed of the ghosts that come down here, from now on you will have the right to ask all the ghosts to tell you the stories of their lives, and they will have to tell the truth about what they've seen and touched and heard and loved and known in the world. Every one of these ghosts has a story; every single one that comes down in the future will have true things to

Jack Vettriano Lines of Sacrifice

2009-01-16T00:03:00.000-08:00

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After a few moments he tried again. Instead of trying not to think of his mother, he said to himself: Yes, I know she's there, but I'm just going to look away while I do this...
And that time it worked. He found a new world and slid the knife along to make an opening, and a few moments later all of themat once, looking pale.
"There's four,” she gulped, hand to her throat, and recovered, "four dead horses in there. And millions of flies..."
"Look," said Will, swallowing, "or maybe better not."
He was pointing at the raspberry canes that edged the just seen a man's legs, one with a shoe on and one without, protruding from the thickest part were standing in what looked like a neat and prosperous farmyard in some northern country like Holland or Denmark, where the stone-flagged yard was swept and clean and a row of stable doors stood open. The sun shone down through a hazy sky, and there was the smell of burning in the air, as well as something less pleasant. There was no a loud buzzing, so active and vigorous that it sounded like a machine, came from the stables.Lyra went and looked, and came back

jasper johns Target with Four Faces

2009-01-15T00:08:00.000-08:00

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Will made a small opening, low down, looked through, and enlarged it swiftly, getting through in a moment on hands and knees. Ama was right behind him, and altogether the window was open for less than ten seconds.
They crouched on the cave floor behind a large rock, with the bird-formed Balthamos beside them, their eyes taking some moments to adjust from the moon-drenched brilliance of the other world. Inside the cave it was much darker, and much out in the depths of her sleep, right next to Mrs. Coulter. Their outlines had merged in the darkness; no wonder he hadn't seen her.
Will touched Anna's hand and pointed.
"We'll just have to do it very carefully," he whispered.more full of sound: mostly the wind in the trees, but below that was another sound, too. It was the roar of a zeppelin's engine, and it wasn't far away.With the knife in his right hand, Will balanced himself carefully and looked around.Ama was doing the same, and her owl-eyed daemon was peering this way and that; but Lyra was not at this end of the cave. There was no doubt about it.Will raised his head over the rock and took a long, steady look down toward the entrance, where Mrs. Coulter and her daemon lay deep in sleep.And then his heart sank. There lay Lyra, stretched

William Bouguereau Nymphs and Satyr.

2009-01-14T00:26:00.000-08:00

William Bouguereau Nymphs and Satyr.
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of the great trees looked inviting; and there was plenty of time, after all.
Before long she found herself stepping out of the grass onto one of those rivers of stone she'd seen from the hill: something else to wonder at.
It might once have a guess.
When she came to the first trunk, she rested her hands on the deeply ridged red-gold bark. The ground was covered ankle-deep in brown leaf skeletons as long as her hand, soft and fragrant to walk on. She was soon surrounded by a cloud of midgelike flying things, as well as a little flock of the tiny hummingbirds, a yellow butterfly with a wingspread as broad as her hand, and too many crawling things for comfort. The air was full of humming and buzzing and scrapingbeen some kind of lava-flow. The underlying color was dark, almost black, but the surface was paler, as if it had been ground down or worn by crushing. It was as smooth as a stretch of well-laid road in Mary's own world, and certainly easier to walk on than the grass.She followed the one she was on, which flowed in a wide curve toward the trees. The closer she got, the more astounded she was by the enormous size of the trunks, as wide, she estimated, as the house she lived in, and as tall, as tall as... She couldn't even make

Mark Rothko Untitled 1960

2009-01-12T22:49:00.000-08:00

Mark Rothko Untitled 1960Mark Rothko Violet Green and RedMark Rothko Green Red on Orange
this for 2,500 years. But this book explores the idea from a psychological point of view, showing us how our thoughts are what create our emotions, how we can become calm in the middle of chaos, how we can minimize stress, become betterHappiness are simple yet insightful, and even if there’s nothing overly profound, I found them to be great reminders about why living a more compassionate life can have incredible meaning for ourselves and those around us. parents, improve our relationships, and much more. I’ve been trying this myself recently and it works wonders. 3. Simplify Your life, by Elaine St. James. This is one of the books that most influenced the simple philosophy behind this site. I began simplifying my life when I first read this book a decade ago, and though I’ve had some ups and downs, I credit my love for simplifying to Elaine St. James. It’s an easy read and there are some great tips in there. 4. The Art of Happiness, by the Dalai Lama. I love the Dalai Lama mostly because he always seems so happy and compassionate. I don’t know if the actual person is like that, but his writings on compassion and

Paul Gauguin What Are You Jealous

2009-01-11T23:54:00.000-08:00

Paul Gauguin What Are You JealousPaul Gauguin Two Tahitian WomenPaul Gauguin The White Horse
Are you tired of setting New Year’s resolutions only to find yourself faced with the same resolutions a year later? Don’t you just hate that feeling of guilt rising in your stomach at the thought of lost time, lost opportunities and lack of self-discipline?
I was at the gym last night and was countless new faces.
This is what I call “New Year’s Resolution Syndrome”.
It is well-known that gyms will overbook annual memberships at the start of each year, banking on the fact that many people will not follow through and will eventually stop showing up. Over the next few weeks, the traffic will slowly die down and the gym will be back to its normal and quiet self again.shocked to see 3 times as many people there than normal. Rushing out of a locker room filled, hip-to-hip, with half-clothed ladies I’ve never seen before, I hopped on the last of twelve treadmills and gazed around the room in amazement - nearly every machine was occupied, the personal trainers were fully engaged, and there were

Andy Warhol Banana

2009-01-08T00:53:00.000-08:00

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midnight last Saturday, Canal-Plus, a satellite television channel, aired six soft-core pornographic films directed by women. Billed as pornography by women for women, the films are promoted as being “attentive to feminine pleasure by taking into account its aesthetic aspects.”
In one film, a feminism, “The Second Sex.” It is devoted to women’s sexual pleasure — intellectual, sociological and practical — and sells, among other things, erotic films and sex toys that Ms. Bramly describes as “nicely designed and functional.”
“Women are still a little confused,” Ms. Bramly said. “They work incredibly hard and they wake up one day to find that the husband has run off withwoman dressed in a bed jacket and long colored necklaces masturbates. “I often find porn humiliating for women,” Caroline Loeb, the director of the film, said in an interview in Elle. “Since I am a feminist, it was the chance to portray another, .”The producer of the films, Sophie Bramly, last year founded a Web site that is a tribute to Simone de Beauvoir’s groundbreaking book on

Jack Vettriano pincer Movement

2009-01-06T00:26:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano pincer MovementJack Vettriano Picnic PartyJack Vettriano Only the deepest Red II
raiser and he raised hell about me takin the week. I don’t blame him. He probly ain’t got a night’s sleep since I left. The tradeoff was place. He’d heard. He was cutting fence now, trespassing in the shoot-em zone. “Hell yes, I been. Where’s the f*ckin problem?” Braced for it all these years and here it came, late and unexpected. “I got a say this to you one time, Jack, and I ain’t foolin. What I don’t know,” said Ennis, “all them things I don’t know could get you killed if I should come to know them.”August. You got a better idea?”“I did once.” The tone was bitter and accusatory. Ennis said nothing, straightened up slowly, rubbed at his forehead; a horse stamped inside the trailer. He walked to his truck, put his hand on the trailer, said something that only the horses could hear, turned and walked back at a deliberate pace.“You been a Mexico, Jack?” Mexico was the

Jack Vettriano The Star Cafe

2009-01-03T01:49:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The Star CafeJack Vettriano The Sparrow and the HawkJack Vettriano The Smooth Operator
his shoulders hung silk scarves that were just like flames when he waved them with his long arms; and his hair stood up on his head in straight, flaring locks. He started flinging out his arms and legs and jumping round the room like a madman.
Tyltyl, though feeling a fell to her feet, might have been made of sea-weed. She had nothing on but her bed-gown; but the water that streamed over her clothed her in shimmering colours. She hesitated at first and gave a glance around her; then, catching sight of Fire still whirling about like a great madcap, she made an angry and indignant rush at him, spraying his face, splashing and wetting him with all her might. Fire flew into a rage and began to smoke. Nevertheless, as he found himself suddenly thwarted by his hereditary enemy, he thought it wiser to retire to a corner. Water also beat a retreat; and it seemed as though peace would be restored once more.
The two Children, at last recovering from their alarm, were asking the Fairy what little easier, dared not yet leave his refuge. Then the Fairy Bérylune had a capital idea: she pointed her wand at the tap; and at once there appeared a young girl who wept like a regular fountain. It was Water. She was very pretty, but she looked extremely sad; and she sang so sweetly that it was like the rippling of a spring. Her long hair, which

Jack Vettriano pincer Movement

2008-12-30T23:19:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano pincer MovementJack Vettriano Picnic PartyJack Vettriano Only the deepest Red II
Suddenly Arthur began to feel his apparently non-existent scalp begin to crawl as he found himself moving slowly but inexorably forward towards the console, but it was only a dramatic zoom on the part of whoever had made the recording he assumed. "I speak of none other than the computer that is to come after me," intoned Deep Thought, his voice regaining its accustomed declamatory tones. "A computer whose merest operational parameters I am not worthy to calculate - and yet I will design it for you. A computer which can calculate the Question to the such infinite and shall form part of its operational matrix. And you yourselves shall take on new forms and go down into the computer to navigate its ten-million-year program! Yes! I shall design this for you. And I shall name it also unto you. And it shall be called ... The Earth." Phouchg gaped at Deep Thought. "What a dull name," he said and great incisions appeared down the length of his body. Loonquawl too suddenly sustained horrific gashed from nowhere. The blotched and cracked, the walls flickered and crumbled and the room crashed upwards into its own ceiling ... Slartibartfast was standing in front of Arthur holding the two wires. "End of the tape," he explained.

Yue Minjun Free and At Leisure-7

2008-12-29T23:26:00.001-08:00

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Zaphod," she said patiently, "they were floating unprotected in open space ... you wouldn't want them to have died would you?" been happy to let them die?" "Well, you know, not happy as such, but ..." "Anyway," said Trillian, turning back to the controls, "I didn't pick them up." "What do you mean? Who picked them up then?" "The ship did." "Huh?" "The ship did. All by itself." "Huh?" "Whilst we were in Improbability Drive." "But that's incredible." "No Zaphod. Just very very improbable." "Er, yeah." "Look Zaphod," she said, patting his arm, "don't worry about the aliens. They're just a couple of guys I expect. I'll send the robot down to get them and bring them up here. Hey Marvin!" In the corner, the robot's head swung up sharply, but then wobbled about imperceptibly"Well, you know ... no. Not as such, but ..." "Not as such? Not die as such? But?" Trillian cocked her head on one side. "Well, maybe someone else might have picked them up later." "A second later and they would have been dead." "Yeah, so if you'd taken the trouble to think about the problem a bit longer it would have gone away." "You'd

Tissot The Woman of Fashion

2008-12-28T23:52:00.000-08:00

Tissot The Woman of FashionTissot The Political LadyTissot In the SunshineTissot Tissot October
the free radicals (highly reactive oxygen molecules) that damage cells and can prematurely age your face.
In case you get tired of eating all that fruit, hot peppers, bell peppers and sprouts also have good amounts of vitamin C.
3. Red and Green VegetablesSpinach does more than make you strong. It also helps heal dry skin.
Active componentsdryness and keeping your face looking bright and young.: Vitamin A, beta-caroteneBenefits: Bright and smooth skinSkin is the body's largest organ. It makes sense, then, that what's good for your whole body is also good for your skin -- and as far as food goes, it doesn't get much better than vegetables. You'll especially want to look for red-orange and green vegetables like carrots, sweet potatoes and spinach.Orange-red vegetables are full of beta-carotene. Our bodies convert beta-carotene into vitamin A, which acts as an antioxidant, preventing cell damage and premature aging. In the case of vitamin A, you also get anti-acne benefits -- vitamin A has been used in acne medications (think Retin-A) for many years.Spinach and other green, leafy foods provide tons of vitamin A, too, which helps your skin produce more fresh new cells and get rid of the old ones, reducing

Courbet Landscape The Source among the Rocks of the Doubs

2008-12-23T21:26:00.000-08:00

Courbet Landscape The Source among the Rocks of the DoubsCourbet Marine de Saint AubinCourbet Study for 'Landscape with WaterfallCourbet The Hammock
Green ones!" he would reply with a wicked grin, laugh wildly for a moment and then suddenly lunge for the nearest bar and buy an enormous round of drinks. Evenings like this usually ended badly. Ford would get out of his skull on whisky, . The reason he said green was that green was the traditional space livery of the Betelgeuse trading scouts. Ford Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth. Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them. He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day.huddle into a corner with some girl and explain to her in slurred phrases that honestly the colour of the flying saucers didn't matter that much really. Thereafter, staggering semi-paralytic down the night streets he would often ask passing policemen if they knew the way to Betelgeuse. The policemen would usually say something like, "Don't you think it's "I'm trying to baby, I'm trying to," is what Ford invariably replied on these occasions. In fact what he was really looking out for when he stared distractedly into the night sky was any kind of flying saucer at all

Gockel Stars Stripes II

2008-12-21T23:02:00.000-08:00

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Nobody here but us broken-down old former cops. Have you found a book?”“Not yet.”“Don’t take too long.”“Gimme a couple minutes,” Fric said.As Ethan released the intercom button, a light flashed on the telephone, then burned steadily: Line 24.[520] He studied the items arranged on the desk between the telephone. Ladybugs, snails, foreskinsof a more realistic fear he was reluctant to face. Now he was on the verge of grasping the true terror.Suddenly he knew that reality as he perceived it was like the colored-glass image presented by the angled mirrors at the end of a kaleidoscope. The pattern ...His attention drifted back to the phone. The indicator lamp. Line 24.The half-heard voice issuing from the far side of the moon, to which he’d listened for half an hour on this phone the previous night, had been resonating in his heart ever since. And the faint voice that he’d thought he heard coming from thespeaker in the hospital elevator just this morning.Cookie jar full of Scrabble tiles, the book Paws for Reflection, the stitched apple with the eye at its core ...In the elevator, he had pressed STOP, not merely to listen longer to the voice but because he’d had the feeling that when he reached the hospital garage, no garage would be there. Only lapping black water. Or an abyss.At the time, he had sensed that this absurd phobic response must be the sublimation

Gustav Klimt The Virgin painting

2008-12-19T01:42:00.000-08:00

Gustav Klimt The Virgin paintingGustav Klimt dancer paintingGustav Klimt Adam and Eve painting
worried that someone would discover a way to penetrate the estate’s defenses, regardless of how tightly the grounds were sealed, and lie in wait undetected until Manheim’s return.[446] Even the most drum-tight security plan was a human enterprise, insisted as they drove off the university campus. “Drop me back at Our Lady of Angels so I can get my car, and I’ll check out the last two names myself.”“That doesn’t seem right.”“You’re not a real cop, anyway,” Hazard said. “You gave that all up for fortune and the chance to kiss celebrity ass. Remember?”“You’re only in this on account of me.”“Wrong. I’m in this because of these,” Hazard said, and rang the set of three silvery bells.The sound resonated in the fluid of Ethan’s spine.“Damn if I’m gonna have spooky shit like this after all, and every human enterprise, due to the nature of the beast, was imperfect. A clever enough lunatic, driven by obsession and by a vicious homicidal impulse, could find a crack even in the wall of protection around a President of the United States.From what Ethan knew of Reynerd, the man hadn’t been clever, but the person who had inspired the character of the professor in the screenplay might be a higher-caliber crackpot.“You Hazard

Pino Early Morning painting

2008-12-16T22:22:00.001-08:00

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supply of drugs required to keep his captive docile during the early weeks when Dalton still possessed the physical potential for resistance.Since then, he had methodically starved his colleague, providing him with graphic, exquisitely crude, gloriously obscene.His talent for pornographic invention surprised and delighted Corky, but he was more surprised that Dalton so readily accepted his stories as truth, and despair when he listened to them. Had he been tending to three captives in addition to the , had he committed a fraction of the atrocities on Rachel and Emily that he claimed to have enjoyed, he would have been nearly as thin and weak as the starving man in the bed.Corky’s mother, the economist and vicious academic infighter, would have been astonished only sufficient nutrients, by intravenous drip, to keep him alive. Evening after evening, sometimes in the morning, he subjected Dalton to extreme psychological torment.The good professor believed that his wife, Rachel, and his ten-year-old daughter, Emily, had been kidnapped as well. He thought that they were being kept in other rooms of this house.[299] Daily, Corky regaled Dalton with accounts of the indignities, abuses, and torments to which he had most recently subjected lovely Rachel and tender Emily. His reports were

Gustav Klimt The Virgin painting

2008-12-12T00:11:00.000-08:00

Gustav Klimt The Virgin paintingGustav Klimt dancer paintingGustav Klimt Adam and Eve painting
court. Although he must be known to this crowd, no one bothers him, as though it is understood that he prefers to see and be seen rather than to talk with anyone.Of the four chairs at the table, two face the room. Dunny takes the second.Typhon is eating oysters and drinking a superb Pinot Grigio. He says, “Dine with me,handsome suit.”“You’ve got an excellent tailor yourself.”“It’s a bother having says Typhon, “so let’s get it out of the way first thing.”Dunny says nothing, but steels himself for a reprimand.Typhon sips his wine, sighs with pleasure. “Am I to understand that you hired a hit man to remove Mr. Reynerd?”“Yes. I did. A guy called himself Hector X.” please, dear boy. Have anything you wish.”As if conjured by a sorcerer, a waiter instantly appears. Dunny orders double oysters and a bottle of Pinot Grigio for himself. He has always been a man of large appetites.“You have always been a man of large appetites,” Typhon notes, and smiles impishly.“There’ll be an end to that soon enough,” Dunny says. “While there’s still a banquet in front of me, I intend to gorge.”“That’s the spirit!” Typhon declares. “You’re a man after my own heart, Dunny. By the way, that’s a

Carl Fredrik Aagard A Woodland Scene With Deer painting

2008-12-10T23:04:00.000-08:00

Carl Fredrik Aagard A Woodland Scene With Deer paintingSir Henry Raeburn Boy And Rabbit paintingJean Fragonard Young Girl Reading paintingJean Fragonard The Stolen Kiss painting
for a gun in either of the chip-bag holsters, his displeasure with this turn in the conversation was evident.Hazard got back in the actor’s good graces by saying, “Now, in the black-and-white era you’re talking about, half the country slowly expired beyond the glass.He shifted his attention to the television. Gable and Colbert remained frozen in flirtatious argument.At last Reynerd rose from the sofa, but then hesitated, looking down at the bags of potato chips.Watching this peculiar performance, Hazard wondered if the actor was approaching that amped-out condition in which a meth freak can slide precipitously from a peak of hyperacute awareness down into a haze of disorientation, into crushing exhaustion.When the bell rang again, Reynerd finally crossed the living room. “These geeks are always coming went to the movies once a week. Stars were stars in those days. Everybody knew Clark Gable’s movies, Jimmy Stewart’s.”“Exactly,” Reynerd agreed. “Manheim would have faded away in the black-and-white era. He would have been too thin for the medium, too flat. He’d be forgotten now. Worse than forgotten—he’d be unknown.”The doorbell rang.Sounding puzzled and mildly annoyed, Reynerd said, “I’m not expecting anyone.”[144] “Me neither,” Hazard said dryly.Reynerd glanced at the windows, where the sodden gray twilight

Eduard Manet Flowers In A Crystal Vase painting

2008-12-10T01:25:00.000-08:00

Eduard Manet Flowers In A Crystal Vase paintingEduard Manet Bouquet Of Violets paintingEduard Manet Spring paintingEdward Hopper Carolina Morning painting
Triple-check, quadruple-check,” Toledano declared. “First thing a deader comes in here, I stethoscope him, listen for heart and lung action. Use the diaphragm side to hear high-pitched sounds, bell side for low-pitched.” He nodded continually, as though while he talked he were mentally reviewing a checklist of steps he’d taken on receipt of Dunny’s body. “Do a mirror test for breath. Then establish internal body temp, take it again a half-hour later, then a half-hour of Ethan’s chill.He suspected that the subtle scent of death had saturated his clothing.Places like this had never in the past disturbed him. He was disturbed now.In the space labeled NEXT OF KIN OR RESPONSIBLE PARTY, the hospital paperwork listed Ethan’s after that, to see is it dropping like it should if what you’ve got is really a deader.”[55] Pomp found this amusing. “Internal temperature? You mean you spend your time shovin’ thermometers up dead people’s butts?”Unamused, Jose said, “Have some respect,” and crossed himself.Ethan’s palms were damp. He blotted them on his shirt. “Well, if nobody could get in here to take him, and if he was dead—where is he now?”“Probably one of the sisters jerking your chain,” Pomp told the morgue attendant. “Those nuns are jokers.”Cold air, snow-white ceramic tile, stainless-steel drawer fronts glistening like ice: None of it accounted for the depth

Claude Monet Poplars on the Banks of the Epte painting

2008-12-08T00:31:00.000-08:00

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you need to be persistent, you should also know when to stop and explore other opportunities. There is a difference between being persistent and being stubborn. When something is clearly hopeless, don’t keep pursuing it. Save your resources and switch to other opportunities.
5. Failure is your friendWhile exploring opportunities, you will find some that are winners. These are where you should put most of your resources. Invest more money. Spend more time. Don’t make the mistake of giving all the opportunities the same amount of resources. Give more resources to the winners so that they can fully develop. This is the reason why you should experiment and explore new opportunities in the first place: to find winners that you can strengthen further
While you are exploring opportunities, you will find a lot of opportunities that are unsuccessful. That’s normal and you shouldn’t be discouraged when you fail. Just don’t make the mistake of giving up too early. Perhaps you are just walking through the failure period of a good opportunity.
6. Strengthen the winners

Gustav Klimt lady with fan painting

2008-12-05T00:52:00.000-08:00

Gustav Klimt lady with fan paintingClaude Monet The Water Lily Pond painting
sang the Elves, O Pilgrim Grey! For so they loved to call him. But if Legolas was with the Company, he would not interpret the songs for them, saying that he had not the skill, and that for him the was still too near, a matter for tears and not yet for song.It was Frodo who first put something of his sorrow into halting words. He was seldom moved to make song or rhyme; even in Rivendell he had listened and had not sung himself, though his memory
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seen of him came clear before their minds. As they were healed of hurt and weariness of body the of their loss grew more keen. Often they heard nearby Elvish voices singing, and knew that they were making songs of lamentation for his fall, for they caught his name among the sweet sad words that they could not understand.Mithrandir, Mithrandir was stored with many things that others had made before him. But now as he sat beside the fountain in Lórien and heard about him the voices of the Elves, his thought took shape in a song that seemed fair to him; yet when he tried to repeat it to Sam only snatches remained, faded as a handful of withered leaves.When evening in the Shire was greyhis footsteps on the Hill were heard;before the dawn he went awayon journey long without a word.
From Wilderland to Western shore,from northern waste to southern hill,

Cassius Marcellus Coolidge Dogs Playing Poker painting

2008-12-03T23:26:00.001-08:00

Cassius Marcellus Coolidge Dogs Playing Poker painting
gave me. I got it back from Michel Delving before I started, and packed it with my luggage: I brought all the mementoes of my Journey away with me, except the Ring. But I did not expect to use this, and I don't need it now, except to look at sometimes. You hardly feel any weight when you put it on.'`I should look – well, I don't think I should look right in it,' said Frodo.`Just what I said myself,' said Bilbo. 'But never mind about looks. You can wear it under your outer clothes. Come on! You must share this secret with me. Don't tell anybody else! But I should feel happier if I knew you were wearing it. I have a fancy it would turn even the knives of the Black Riders,' he ended in a low voice.
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took from the box a small sword in an old shabby leathern scabbard. Then he drew it, and its polished and well-tended blade glittered suddenly, cold and bright. 'This is Sting,' he said, and thrust it with little effort deep into a wooden beam. `Take it, if you like. I shan't want it again, I expect.'Frodo accepted it gratefully.'Also there is this!' said Bilbo, bringing out a parcel which seemed to be rather heavy for its size. He unwound several folds of old cloth, and held up a small shirt of mail. It was close-woven of many rings, as supple almost as linen, cold as ice, and harder than steel. It shone like moonlit silver, and was studded with white gems. With it was a belt of pearl and crystal.'It's a pretty thing, isn't it?' said Bilbo, moving it in the light. `And useful. It is my dwarf-mail that

Da Vinci The Lady of the Dishevelled Hair

2008-12-02T23:11:00.000-08:00

Da Vinci The Lady of the Dishevelled HairDa Vinci Madonna with the Yarnwinder detailDa Vinci Leda detailDa Vinci Ceiling decoration
work that is beyond my skill to drive out. But do not give up hope, Sam!'Night was cold up on the high ridge. They lit a small fire down under the gnarled roots of an old pine, that hung over a shallow pit: it looked as if stone had once been quarried there. They sat huddled together. The wind blew chill through the pass, and they heard the tree-tops lower down moaning and sighing. Frodo lay half in a dream, imagining that endless dark wings were sweeping by above him, and that on the wings rode pursuers that sought him in all the hollows of sun had risen and was shining brightly when he returned with more comforting news. They were now going more or less in the right direction. If they went on, down the further side of the ridge, they would have the Mountains on their left. Some way ahead Strider had caught a glimpse of the Loudwater again, and he knew that, though it was hidden from view, the Road to the Ford the hills.The morning dawned bright and fair; the air was clean, and the light pale and clear in a rain-washed sky. Their hearts were encouraged, but (hey longed for the sun to warm their cold stiff limbs. As soon as it was light, Strider took Merry with him and went to survey the country from the height to the east of the pass. The

Seurat Boats Bateux maree basse Grandcamp

2008-12-01T21:56:00.000-08:00

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wood, and to the south of them, out of a deep fold cutting right across the Forest, the fog still rose like steam or wisps of white smoke.‘That,’ said Merry, pointing with his hand, ‘that is the line of the Withywindle. It comes down out of the Downs and flows south-west through the midst of the Forest to join the Brandywine Northward, where they looked most hopefully, they could see nothing that might be the line of the great East Road, for which they were making. They were on an island in a sea of trees, and the horizon was veiled.On the south-eastern side the ground fell very steeply, as if the slopes of the hill were continued far down under the trees, like island-shores that really are the sides of a mountain rising out of deep waters. They sat on the green edge and looked out over the woods below them, while they ate below Haysend. We don’t want to go that way! The Withywindle valley is said to be the queerest part of the whole wood - the centre from which all the queerness comes, as it were.’The others looked in the direction that Merry pointed out, but they could see little but mists over the damp and deep-cut valley; and beyond it the southern half of the Forest faded from view.The sun on the hill-top was now getting hot. It must have been about eleven o’clock; but the autumn haze still prevented them from seeing much in other directions. In the west they could not make out either the line of the Hedge or the valley of the Brandywine beyond it.

Hopper Steps in Paris

2008-12-01T01:14:00.000-08:00

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hollow, and could be entered by a great crack on the side away from the road. The hobbits crept inside, and sat there upon a floor of old leaves and decayed wood. They rested and had a light meal, talking quietly and listening from time to time.Twilight was about them as they crept back to the lane. The West wind was sighing in the branches. Leaves were whispering. Soon the road began to fall gently but steadily into the dusk. A star came out above the trees in the darkening East before them. They went abreast and in step, to keep up their made the words, to a tune that was as old as the hills, and taught it to Frodo as they walked in the lanes of the Water-valley and talked about Adventure.Upon the hearth the fire is red,Beneath the roof there is a bed;But not yet weary are our feet,Still round the corner we may meetA sudden tree or standing stoneThat none have seen but we alone. Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass! Let them pass!spirits. After a time, as the stars grew thicker and brighter, the feeling of disquiet left them, and they no longer listened for the sound of hoofs. They began to hum softly, as hobbits have a way of doing as they walk along, especially when they are drawing . With most hobbits it is a supper-song or a bed-song; but these hobbits hummed a walking-song (though not, of course, without any mention of supper and bed). Bilbo Baggins had

Volegov The Sweetest Moment

2008-11-28T21:59:00.000-08:00

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After the feast (more or less) came the Speech. Most of the company were, however, now in a tolerant mood, at that delightful stage which they called ‘filling up the corners’. They were sipping their favourite drinks, and nibbling at their favourite dainties, and their fears were forgotten. They were prepared to listen to Bracegirdles, Goodbodies, Brockhouses and Proudfoots. ‘ProudFEET!’ shouted an elderly hobbit from the back of the pavilion. His name, of course, was Proudfoot, and well merited; his feet were large, exceptionally furry, and both were on the table.anything, and to cheer at every full stop.My dear People, began Bilbo, rising in his place. ‘Hear! Hear! Hear!’ they shouted, and kept on repeating it in chorus, seeming reluctant to follow their own advice. Bilbo left his place and went and stood on a chair under the illuminated tree. The light of the lanterns fell on his beaming face; the golden buttons shone on his embroidered silk waistcoat. They could all see him standing, waving one hand in the air, the other was in his trouser-pocket.My dear Bagginses and Boffins, he began again; and my dear Tooks and Brandybucks, and Grubbs, and Chubbs, and Burrowses, and Hornblowers, and Bolgers,

Gauguin The Seed of Areoi

2008-11-27T22:16:00.000-08:00

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infinitesimal amount. Someone had broken free of the crowd and charged at Voldemort: Harry saw the figure hit the ground. Disarmed, Voldemort throwing the challenger's wand aside and laughing.
　　　"Ah, yes, I remember," said Voldemort, looking down at Neville, who was struggling back to his feet, unarmed and unproctected, standing in the no-man's-land between the survivors and the Death Eaters. "But you are a pureblood, aren't you, my brave boy? Voldemort asked Neville, who stood facing him, his empty hands curled in fists. "So what if I am?" said Neville loudly. 　　　"You show spirit and bravery, and you come 　　　"And who is this?" he said in his soft snake's hiss. "Who has volunteered to demonstrate what happens to those who continue to fight when the battle is lost?"

Bellatrix gave a delighted laugh.

　　　"It is Neville Longbottom, my Lord! The boy who has been giving the Carrows so much trouble! The son of the Aurors, remember?"

Pino Summer Retreat 2002

2008-11-27T00:39:00.001-08:00

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Does it make a difference, being Muggle-born?"

　　　Snape hesitated. His black eyes, eager in the greenish gloom, moved over the pale face, the dark red hair.

"No," he said. "It doesn't make any difference."

"Good," said Lily, relaxing. It was clear that she had been worrying.
"Fine," he said. "They're not arguing anymore?" 　　　"Oh yes, they're arguing," said Snape. He picked up a fistful of leaves and began tearing them apart, apparently unaware of what he was doing. "But it won't be that long and I'll be gone."
　　　"You've got loads of magic," said Snape. "I saw that. All the time I was watching you…"

　　　His voice trailed away; she was not listening, but had stretched out on the leafy ground and was looking up at the canopy of leaves overhead. He watched her as greedily as he had watched her in the playground.

"How are things at your house?" Lily asked.

A little crease appeared between his eyes.

Cole Sunny Morning on the Hudson River

2008-11-26T00:58:00.000-08:00

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There was a smattering of applause.

"If you are of age, you may stay." said Professor McGonagall.

　　　"What about our things?" called a girl at the Ravenclaw table. "Our trunks, our owls?"
　　　Harry moved up the Hall alongside the Gryffindor table, still looking for Ron and Hermione. As he passed, faces turned in his direction, and a great deal of whispering broke out in his wake. 　　　"We have already placed protection around the castle," Professor
　　　"We have no time to collect possessions." said Professor McGonagall. "The important thing is to get you out of here safely."

"Where's Professor Snape?" shouted a girl from the Slytherin table.

　　　"He has, to use the common phrase, done a bunk." replied Professor McGonagall and a great cheer erupted from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws.

Chase After the Rain

2008-11-24T21:09:00.000-08:00

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It's been …. Well, it's not really like Hogwarts anymore," said Neville, the smile fading from his face as he spoke. "Do you know about the Carrows?"

"Those two Death Eaters who teach here?"

　　　"They do more than teach," said Neville. "They're in charge of all discipline. They like punishment, the Carrows."
　　　"Amycus, the bloke, he teaches what used to be Defense Against the Dark Arts, except now it's just the Dark Arts. We're supposed to practice the Cruciatus Curse on people who've earned detentions – "
"Like Umbridge?"

　　　"Nah, they make her look tame. The other teachers are all supposed to refer us to the Carrows if we do anything wrong. They don't, though, if they can avoid it. You can tell they all hate them as much as we do."

Kinkade Afternoon Light Dogwood

2008-11-23T20:05:00.000-08:00

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Harry, could this be -- ? Aargh!"

　　　Hermione screamed in pain, and Harry turned his wand on her in time to see a jeweled goblet tumbling from her grip. But as it fell, it split, became a shower of goblets, so that a second later, with a great clatter, the floor was covered in identical cups rolling in every direction, the original impossible to discern amongst them.
　　　"Everything you touch will burn and multiply, but the copies are worthless – and if you continue to handle the treasure, you will eventually be crushed to death by the weight of expanding gold!" 　　　"Okay, don't touch anything!" said Harry desperately
"It burned me!" moaned Hermione, sucking her blistered fingers.

"They have added Germino and Flagrante Curses!" said Griphook.

, but even as he said it, Ron accidentally nudged one of the fallen goblets with his

Monet In The Rowing Boat

2008-11-21T21:27:00.000-08:00

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Harry –" said Hermione, but she was cut off by Griphook.

　　　"Break into a Gringotts vault?" repeated the goblin, wincing a little as he shifted his position upon the bed. "It is impossible."

"No, it isn't," Ron contradicted him. "It's been done."
said Harry. "It belongs to the Lestranges." 　　　He saw Hermione and Ron look at each other, astonished, but there would be time enough to explain after Griphook had given his answer
　　　"Yeah," said Harry. "The same day I first met you, Griphook. My birthday, seven years ago."

　　　"The vault in question was empty at the time," snapped the goblin, and Harry understood that even though Griphook had let Gringotts, he was offended at the idea of its defenses being breached. "Its protection was minimal."

　　　"Well, the vault we need to get into isn't empty, and I'm guessing its protection will be pretty powerful,"

Dawson Rolling Seas - Eastern Monarch

2008-11-20T23:41:00.000-08:00

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Who are the Peverells?" asked Ron.

　　　"That was the name on the grave with the mark on it, in Godric's Hollow," said Hermione, still watching Xenophilius. "Ignotus Peverell."

　　　"Exactly!" said Xenophilius, his forefinger raised pedantically. "The sign of the Death Hallows on Ignotus's grave is conclusive proof!"

"Of what?" asked Ron.

　　　"Why, that the three brothers in the story were actually the three Peverell brothers, Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus! That they were the original owners of the Hallows!"

　　　With another glance at the window he got to his feet, picked up the tray, and headed for the spiral staircase.

　　　"You will stay for dinner?" he called, as he vanished downstairs again. "Everybody always requests our

Li-Leger Leaf Lines III

2008-11-19T21:47:00.000-08:00

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they were at least protected from the wind. They spent most of the day inside the tent, huddled for warmth around the useful bright blue flames that Hermione was adept at producing, and which could be scooped up and carried in a jar. Harry felt as though he was recuperating from some brief but severe, an impression reinforced by Hermione's solicitousness. That afternoon fresh flakes drifted down upon them, so that even their sheltered clearing had a fresh dusting of powdery snow.
darkness drove in again Harry refused Hermione's offer to keep watch and told her to go to bed. 　　　Harry moved an old cushion into the tent mouth and sat down, wearing all the sweaters he owned but even so, still shivery. The darkness
　　　After two nights of little sleep, Harry's senses seemed more alert than usual. Their escape from Godric's Hollow had been so narrow that Voldemort seemed somehow closer than before, more threatening. As

Rothko Orange Brown

2008-11-18T21:56:00.000-08:00

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time he reached a away as they made their way back into the square. Somebody inside the church had just turned off the lights.

　　　Then Hermione's voice came out of the blackness for the third time, sharp and clear from a few yards away.

"Harry, they're here . . . right here."
new headstone he felt a little lurch of apprehension and anticipation. 　　　The darkness and the silence seemed to become, all of a sudden, much deeper. Harry looked around, worried, thinking of dementors, then realized that the carols had finished, that the chatter and flurry of churchgoers were fading
　　　And he knew by her tone that it was his mother and father this time: He moved toward her, feeling as if something heavy were pressing on his chest, the same sensation he had had right after Dumbledore had died

Eric Wallis Girls at the Beach painting

2008-11-17T19:32:00.000-08:00

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her. She leaned forward over the barrier, the better to observe her victim, and something gold swung forward too, and dangled over the void: the locket.

　　　Hermione had seen it; she let out a little squeak, but Umbridge and Yaxley, still intent upon their prey, were deaf to everything else.
　　　Umbridge held out a small hand: She looked so toadlike at that moment that Harry was quite surprised not to see webs between the stubby fingers. Hermione's hands were shaking with shock. She fumbled in a pile of documents balanced on the chair beside her, finally withdrawing a sheaf of parchment with Mrs. Cattermole's name on it.
　　　"No," said Umbridge, "no, I don't think so, Mrs. Cattermole. Wands only choose witches or wizards. You are not a witch. I have your responses to the questionnaire that was sent to you here – Mafalda, pass them to me."