cashew fruitsVenice's Grand Canalvenice sunsetquite dusk
Then you will see Gandalf the Grey uncloaked.’ He took a step towards the hobbit, and he seemed to grow tall and menacing; his shadow filled the little room.Bilbo backed away to the wall, breathing hard, his hand clutching at his pocket. They stood for a while facing one another, and the air of the room tingled. Gandalf’s eyes remained bent on the hobbit. Slowly his hands relaxed, and he began to tremble.‘I don’t know what growing on my mind lately. Sometimes I have felt it was like an eye looking at me. And I am always wanting to put it on and disappear, don’t you know; or wondering if it is safe, and pulling it out to make sure. I tried locking it up, but I found I couldn’t rest without it in my pocket. I don’t know why. And I don’t seem able to make up my mind.’has come over you, Gandalf,’ he said. ‘You have never been like this before. What is it all about? It is mine isn’t it? I found it, and Gollum would have killed me, if I hadn’t kept it. I’m not a thief, whatever he said.’‘I have never called you one,’ Gandalf answered. ‘And I am not one either. I am not trying to rob you, but to help you. I wish you would trust me, as you used.’ He turned away, and the shadow passed. He seemed to dwindle again to an old grey man, bent and troubled.Bilbo drew his hand over his eyes. I am sorry,’ he said. ‘But I felt so queer. And yet it would be a relief in a way not to be bothered with it any more. It has been so
Friday 28 November 2008
Thursday 27 November 2008
Shotwells MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE
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Harry glanced again at the raw looking thing that trembled and choked in the shadow beneath the distant chair.
"Tell me one last thing," said Harry, "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?" Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.
"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart. If that seems to you a worthy goal, they we saw good-bye for the present."
Harry nodded and sighed. Leaving this place would not be nearly as hard as walking into the forest had been, but it was warm and light and peaceful here, and he knew that he was heading back to pain and the fear of more loss. He stood up, and Dumbledore did the same, and they looked for a long moment into each other's faces.
Harry glanced again at the raw looking thing that trembled and choked in the shadow beneath the distant chair.
"Tell me one last thing," said Harry, "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?" Dumbledore beamed at him, and his voice sounded loud and strong in Harry's ears even though the bright mist was descending again, obscuring his figure.
"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and above all, those who live without love. By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed, fewer families are torn apart. If that seems to you a worthy goal, they we saw good-bye for the present."
Harry nodded and sighed. Leaving this place would not be nearly as hard as walking into the forest had been, but it was warm and light and peaceful here, and he knew that he was heading back to pain and the fear of more loss. He stood up, and Dumbledore did the same, and they looked for a long moment into each other's faces.
Felisky Rose Around The Door
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he realized how much taller they both were. A few years seemed to have passed since their Sorting.
"…thought we were supposed to be friends?" Snape was saying, "Best friends?"
"That was nothing," said Snape. "It was a laugh, that's all – " "It was Dark Magic, and if you think that's funny – " "What about the stuff Potter and his mates get up to?" demanded Snape. His color rose again as he said it, unable, it seem
"We are, Sev, but I don't like some of the people you're hanging round with! I'm sorry, but I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber! What do you see in him, Sev, he's creepy! D'you know what he tried to do to Mary Macdonald the other day?"
Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face.
he realized how much taller they both were. A few years seemed to have passed since their Sorting.
"…thought we were supposed to be friends?" Snape was saying, "Best friends?"
"That was nothing," said Snape. "It was a laugh, that's all – " "It was Dark Magic, and if you think that's funny – " "What about the stuff Potter and his mates get up to?" demanded Snape. His color rose again as he said it, unable, it seem
"We are, Sev, but I don't like some of the people you're hanging round with! I'm sorry, but I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber! What do you see in him, Sev, he's creepy! D'you know what he tried to do to Mary Macdonald the other day?"
Lily had reached a pillar and leaned against it, looking up into the thin, sallow face.
Wednesday 26 November 2008
Cole The Past
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Mom's right, Ginny," said Bill gently. "You can't do this. Everyone underage will have to leave, it's only right."
shouted, angry tears sparkling in her eyes. "my whole family's here, I can't stand waiting there alone and not knowing and --"
Her eyes met Harry's for the first time. She looked at him beseechingly, but he shook his head and she turned away bitterly.
"Fine," she said, staring at the entrance to the tunnel back to the Hog's Head. "I'll say good-by now, then, and---"
There was a scuffling and a great thump. Someone else had clambered out of the tunnel, overbalanced slightly, and fallen. He pulled himself up no the nearest chair, looked around through lopsided horn-rimmed glasses, and said, "Am I too late? Has it started. I only just found out, so I --- I ---"
Percy spluttered into silence. Evidently he had not expected to run into most of his family. There was a long moment of astonishment, broken
Mom's right, Ginny," said Bill gently. "You can't do this. Everyone underage will have to leave, it's only right."
shouted, angry tears sparkling in her eyes. "my whole family's here, I can't stand waiting there alone and not knowing and --"
Her eyes met Harry's for the first time. She looked at him beseechingly, but he shook his head and she turned away bitterly.
"Fine," she said, staring at the entrance to the tunnel back to the Hog's Head. "I'll say good-by now, then, and---"
There was a scuffling and a great thump. Someone else had clambered out of the tunnel, overbalanced slightly, and fallen. He pulled himself up no the nearest chair, looked around through lopsided horn-rimmed glasses, and said, "Am I too late? Has it started. I only just found out, so I --- I ---"
Percy spluttered into silence. Evidently he had not expected to run into most of his family. There was a long moment of astonishment, broken
Monday 24 November 2008
Inness The Sun Shower
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'Course," said Neville. "You'll see. We're here."
They turned a corner and there ahead of them was the end of the passage. Another short flight of steps led to a door just like the one hidden behind Ariana's portrait. Neville pushed it open and climbed through. As Harry followed, he heard Neville call out for unseen people:
He had a confused impression of colored hangings, of lamps and many faces. The next moment, he, Ron, and Hermione were engulfed, hugged, pounded on the back, their hair ruffled, their hands shaken,
"Look who it is! Didn't I tell you?"
As Harry emerged into the room behind the passage, there were several screams and yells: "HARRY!" "It's Potter, it's POTTER!" "Ron!" "Hermione!"
'Course," said Neville. "You'll see. We're here."
They turned a corner and there ahead of them was the end of the passage. Another short flight of steps led to a door just like the one hidden behind Ariana's portrait. Neville pushed it open and climbed through. As Harry followed, he heard Neville call out for unseen people:
He had a confused impression of colored hangings, of lamps and many faces. The next moment, he, Ron, and Hermione were engulfed, hugged, pounded on the back, their hair ruffled, their hands shaken,
"Look who it is! Didn't I tell you?"
As Harry emerged into the room behind the passage, there were several screams and yells: "HARRY!" "It's Potter, it's POTTER!" "Ron!" "Hermione!"
Sunday 23 November 2008
Renoir Guitar Lesson
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wall, heard Hermione shriek something, and felt himself glide back toward the ground as though weightless, landing painlessly on the rocky passage floor.
Harry knew now, had been more than water. "It washes away all enchantment, all magical concealment! They know there are imposers in Gringotts, they have set off defenses against us!" Harry saw Hermione checking that she still had the
"C-Cushioning Charm," Hermione spluttered, as Ron pulled her to her feet, but to Harry's horror he saw that she was no longer Bellatrix; instead she stood there in overlarge robes, sopping wet and completely herself; Ron was red-haired and beardless again. They were realizing it as they looked at each other, feeling their own faces.
"The Thief's Downfall!" said Griphook, clambering to his feet and looking back the deluge onto the tracks, which,
wall, heard Hermione shriek something, and felt himself glide back toward the ground as though weightless, landing painlessly on the rocky passage floor.
Harry knew now, had been more than water. "It washes away all enchantment, all magical concealment! They know there are imposers in Gringotts, they have set off defenses against us!" Harry saw Hermione checking that she still had the
"C-Cushioning Charm," Hermione spluttered, as Ron pulled her to her feet, but to Harry's horror he saw that she was no longer Bellatrix; instead she stood there in overlarge robes, sopping wet and completely herself; Ron was red-haired and beardless again. They were realizing it as they looked at each other, feeling their own faces.
"The Thief's Downfall!" said Griphook, clambering to his feet and looking back the deluge onto the tracks, which,
Friday 21 November 2008
Guercino The Patron Saints of Modena
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protest, but Harry thought he saw resentment in the goblin's eyes as he closed the door upon him.
"Little git," whispered Ron. "He's enjoying keeping us hanging."
But I thought we were looking for places You-Know-Who's been, places he's done something important?" said Ron, looking baffled. "Was he ever inside the Lestranges' vault?" "I don't know whether he was ever inside Gringotts,"
"Harry," whispered Hermione, pulling them both away from the door, into the middle of the still-dark landing, "are you saying what I think you're saying? Are you saying there's a Horcrux in the Lestranges vault?"
"Yes," said Harry. "Bellatrix was terrified when she thought we'd been in there, she was beside herself. Why? What did she think we'd seen, what else did she think we might have taken? Something she was petrified You-Know-Who would find out about."
"
protest, but Harry thought he saw resentment in the goblin's eyes as he closed the door upon him.
"Little git," whispered Ron. "He's enjoying keeping us hanging."
But I thought we were looking for places You-Know-Who's been, places he's done something important?" said Ron, looking baffled. "Was he ever inside the Lestranges' vault?" "I don't know whether he was ever inside Gringotts,"
"Harry," whispered Hermione, pulling them both away from the door, into the middle of the still-dark landing, "are you saying what I think you're saying? Are you saying there's a Horcrux in the Lestranges vault?"
"Yes," said Harry. "Bellatrix was terrified when she thought we'd been in there, she was beside herself. Why? What did she think we'd seen, what else did she think we might have taken? Something she was petrified You-Know-Who would find out about."
"
Thursday 20 November 2008
Monsted A Boat Moored On A Quiet Lak
Monsted A Boat Moored On A Quiet LakMonsted On The Snowy PathMonsted The Path On The River's EdgeMonsted A Forest Stream
triangle, to make the symbols that so intrigued Hermione. "Together," he said, "the Deathly Hallows."
"But there's no mention of the words 'Deathly Hallows' in the story," said Hermione.
"When you say 'master of Death' –"said Ron. "Master," said Xenophilius, waving an airy hand. "Conqueror. Vanquisher. Whichever term you prefer."
"Well, of course not," said Xenophilius, maddeningly smug. "That is a children's tale, told to amuse rather than to instruct. Those of us who understand these matters, however, recognize that the ancient story refers to three objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death."
There was a short silence in which Xenophilius glanced out of the window. Already the sun was low in the sky.
"Luna ought to have enough Plimpies soon," he said quietly.
triangle, to make the symbols that so intrigued Hermione. "Together," he said, "the Deathly Hallows."
"But there's no mention of the words 'Deathly Hallows' in the story," said Hermione.
"When you say 'master of Death' –"said Ron. "Master," said Xenophilius, waving an airy hand. "Conqueror. Vanquisher. Whichever term you prefer."
"Well, of course not," said Xenophilius, maddeningly smug. "That is a children's tale, told to amuse rather than to instruct. Those of us who understand these matters, however, recognize that the ancient story refers to three objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death."
There was a short silence in which Xenophilius glanced out of the window. Already the sun was low in the sky.
"Luna ought to have enough Plimpies soon," he said quietly.
Wednesday 19 November 2008
Li-Leger 42 Views of my Garden
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With fumbling fingers Harry started to remove his many layers of clothing. Where "chivalry" entered into this, he thought ruefully, he was not entirely sure, unless it counted as chivalrous that he was not calling for Hermione to do it in his stead.
It cracked with a sound like a bullet in the silence. The surface of the pool broke and chunks of dark ice rocked on the ruffled water. As far as Harry
An owl hooted somewhere as he stripped off, and he thought with a pang of Hedwig. He was shivering now, his teeth chattering horribly, and yet he continued to strip off until at last he stood there in his underwear, barefooted in the snow. He placed the pouch containing his wand, his mother's letter, the shard of Sirius's mirror, and the old Snitch on top of his clothes, then he pointed Hermione's wand at the ice.
"Diffindo."
With fumbling fingers Harry started to remove his many layers of clothing. Where "chivalry" entered into this, he thought ruefully, he was not entirely sure, unless it counted as chivalrous that he was not calling for Hermione to do it in his stead.
It cracked with a sound like a bullet in the silence. The surface of the pool broke and chunks of dark ice rocked on the ruffled water. As far as Harry
An owl hooted somewhere as he stripped off, and he thought with a pang of Hedwig. He was shivering now, his teeth chattering horribly, and yet he continued to strip off until at last he stood there in his underwear, barefooted in the snow. He placed the pouch containing his wand, his mother's letter, the shard of Sirius's mirror, and the old Snitch on top of his clothes, then he pointed Hermione's wand at the ice.
"Diffindo."
Tuesday 18 November 2008
O'Keeffe Radiator Building With Logo
O'Keeffe Radiator Building With LogoO'Keeffe Purple PetuniasO'Keeffe Oriental PoppiesO'Keeffe Oriental Poppies 1928
Harry would gladly have set out had surreptitiously obtained hairs from innocent Muggles who were Christmas shopping, and had practiced Apparating and Disapparating while underneath the Invisibility Cloak together – that Hermione agreed to make the journey.
for Godric's Hollow the following day, but Hermione had other ideas. Convinced as she was that Voldemort would expect Harry to return to the scene of his parents' deaths, she was determined that they would set off only after they had ensured that they had the best disguises possible. It was therefore a full week later – once they
They were to Apparate to the village under cover of darkness, so it was late afternoon when they finally swallowed Polyjuice Potion, Harry transforming into a balding, middle-aged Muggle man, Hermione into his small and rather mousy wife. The beaded bag containing all of their possessions (apart from the Horcrux, which Harry was wearing around his neck) was tucked into an inside pocket of Hermione's buttoned-up coat. Harry lowered the
Harry would gladly have set out had surreptitiously obtained hairs from innocent Muggles who were Christmas shopping, and had practiced Apparating and Disapparating while underneath the Invisibility Cloak together – that Hermione agreed to make the journey.
for Godric's Hollow the following day, but Hermione had other ideas. Convinced as she was that Voldemort would expect Harry to return to the scene of his parents' deaths, she was determined that they would set off only after they had ensured that they had the best disguises possible. It was therefore a full week later – once they
They were to Apparate to the village under cover of darkness, so it was late afternoon when they finally swallowed Polyjuice Potion, Harry transforming into a balding, middle-aged Muggle man, Hermione into his small and rather mousy wife. The beaded bag containing all of their possessions (apart from the Horcrux, which Harry was wearing around his neck) was tucked into an inside pocket of Hermione's buttoned-up coat. Harry lowered the
Monday 17 November 2008
Raphael The Holy Family painting
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Harry sped to the place where Hermione had landed, seized the tiny beaded bag, and thrust his hand inside it. At once, object after object began presenting itself to his touch: He felt the leather spines of books, woolly sleeves of jumpers, heels of shoes –
"Quickly!"
He grabbed his wand from the ground and pointed it into the depths of the magical bag.
"Accio Dittany!"
A small brown bottle zoomed out of the bag; he caught it and hastened back to Hermione and Ron, whose eyes were now half-closed, strips of white eyeball all that were visible between his lids.
"He's fainted," said Hermione, who was also rather pale; she no longer looked like Mafalda, though her hair was still gray in places. "Unstopper it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking."
Harry sped to the place where Hermione had landed, seized the tiny beaded bag, and thrust his hand inside it. At once, object after object began presenting itself to his touch: He felt the leather spines of books, woolly sleeves of jumpers, heels of shoes –
"Quickly!"
He grabbed his wand from the ground and pointed it into the depths of the magical bag.
"Accio Dittany!"
A small brown bottle zoomed out of the bag; he caught it and hastened back to Hermione and Ron, whose eyes were now half-closed, strips of white eyeball all that were visible between his lids.
"He's fainted," said Hermione, who was also rather pale; she no longer looked like Mafalda, though her hair was still gray in places. "Unstopper it for me, Harry, my hands are shaking."
Sunday 16 November 2008
Wassily Kandinsky Yellow Red Blue painting
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Death Eaters, for sure," said Ron, as he, Harry, and Hermione watched from the drawing room windows. "Reckon they know we're in here?"
"I don't think so," said Hermione, though she looked frightened, "or they'd have sent Snape in after us, wouldn't they?"
"How do they --?" began Harry. "Wizarding wills are examined by the Ministry, remember? They'll know Sirius left you the place." The presence of the Death Eaters outside
"D'you reckon he's been in here and has his tongue tied by Moody's curse?" asked Ron.
"Yes," said Hermione, "otherwise he'd have been able to tell that lot how to get in, wouldn't he? But they're probably watching to see whether we turn up. They know that Harry owns the house, after all."
increased the ominous mood inside number twelve. They had not heard a word form anyone beyond
Death Eaters, for sure," said Ron, as he, Harry, and Hermione watched from the drawing room windows. "Reckon they know we're in here?"
"I don't think so," said Hermione, though she looked frightened, "or they'd have sent Snape in after us, wouldn't they?"
"How do they --?" began Harry. "Wizarding wills are examined by the Ministry, remember? They'll know Sirius left you the place." The presence of the Death Eaters outside
"D'you reckon he's been in here and has his tongue tied by Moody's curse?" asked Ron.
"Yes," said Hermione, "otherwise he'd have been able to tell that lot how to get in, wouldn't he? But they're probably watching to see whether we turn up. They know that Harry owns the house, after all."
increased the ominous mood inside number twelve. They had not heard a word form anyone beyond
Wednesday 12 November 2008
Leonardo da Vinci The Virgin and Child With St Anne painting
Leonardo da Vinci The Virgin and Child With St Anne paintingLeonardo da Vinci St John the Baptist paintingLeonardo da Vinci Madonna with Yarnwinder painting
Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, "Who is that man in the yellow?"
"That's Xenophilius Lovegood, he's the father of a friend of ours," said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. "Come and dance," he added abruptly to Hermione.
She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor.
"Ah, they are together now?" asked Krum, momentarily distracted.
"Er – sort of," said Harry.
"Who are you?" Krum asked.
"Barny Weasley."
Krum had not come to compliment her. With a scowl on his face he said, "Who is that man in the yellow?"
"That's Xenophilius Lovegood, he's the father of a friend of ours," said Ron. His pugnacious tone indicated that they were not about to laugh at Xenophilius, despite the clear provocation. "Come and dance," he added abruptly to Hermione.
She looked taken aback, but pleased too, and got up. They vanished together into the growing throng on the dance floor.
"Ah, they are together now?" asked Krum, momentarily distracted.
"Er – sort of," said Harry.
"Who are you?" Krum asked.
"Barny Weasley."
Tuesday 11 November 2008
Vincent van Gogh Cornfield with Cypresses painting
Vincent van Gogh Cornfield with Cypresses paintingUnknown Artist Ford Smith Just Between Us paintingUnknown Artist Apple Tree with Red Fruit painting
The Daily Prophet hasn't said a word about him dying or about finding the body," Bill went on. "But that doesn't mean much. It's keeping a lot quiet these days."
"And they still haven't called a hearing about all the underage magic I used escaping the Death Eaters?" Harry called across the table to Mr. Weasley, who shook his head.
"Because they know I had no choice or because they don't want me to tell the world Voldemort attacked me?"
Yeah, why tell the public the truth?" said Harry, clenching his knife so tightly that the faint scars on the back of his right hand stood out, white against his skin: I must not tell lies.
"Isn't anyone at the Ministry prepared to stand up to him?" asked Ron angrily
"The latter, I think. Scrimgeour doesn't want to admit that You-Know-Who is as powerful as he is, nor that Azkaban's seen a mass breakout."
The Daily Prophet hasn't said a word about him dying or about finding the body," Bill went on. "But that doesn't mean much. It's keeping a lot quiet these days."
"And they still haven't called a hearing about all the underage magic I used escaping the Death Eaters?" Harry called across the table to Mr. Weasley, who shook his head.
"Because they know I had no choice or because they don't want me to tell the world Voldemort attacked me?"
Yeah, why tell the public the truth?" said Harry, clenching his knife so tightly that the faint scars on the back of his right hand stood out, white against his skin: I must not tell lies.
"Isn't anyone at the Ministry prepared to stand up to him?" asked Ron angrily
"The latter, I think. Scrimgeour doesn't want to admit that You-Know-Who is as powerful as he is, nor that Azkaban's seen a mass breakout."
Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings
Joseph Mallord William Turner paintings
Julien Dupre paintings
is that things are going to get shaken up but good. At the least, being prepared for anything might put you at the forefront of the coming shakedown; but if the worst comes, it might become a matter of sheer survival. Make sure you’re ready, no matter what happens!
Julius LeBlanc Stewart paintings
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Julien Dupre paintings
is that things are going to get shaken up but good. At the least, being prepared for anything might put you at the forefront of the coming shakedown; but if the worst comes, it might become a matter of sheer survival. Make sure you’re ready, no matter what happens!
Julius LeBlanc Stewart paintings
Want to make your home more environmentally friendly? Are you eager to roll up your sleeves on a new home improvement project or just simply improve your current energy efficiency? Why not combine the two? Here are several green DIY projects and home improvement tips that will help your Home be more energy-efficient, reduce your carbon footprint and even save you some money in the process.
Sunday 9 November 2008
Thomas Gainsborough The Morning Walk painting
Thomas Gainsborough The Morning Walk paintingThomas Gainsborough River Landscape paintingThomas Gainsborough Mr and Mrs Andrews painting
terracotta glowered down at him from the walls: a horned demon; a leering Arab with a falcon on his shoulder; a bald man rolling his eyes upwards and putting his tongue out in panic as a huge black fly settled on his eyebrow. Unable to sleep beneath these figures, which he had hated, because he had come to see them as portraits of Changez, he moved finally to a different, neutral room.
Waking up in the early evening, he went downstairs to find the two old women outside Changez's room, trying to work out the details of his medication. Apart from the daily Melphalan tablet, he had been prescribed a whole battery of drugs in an attempt to combat the cancer's pernicious side-effects: anaemia, the strain on the heart, and so on. Isosorbide dinitrate, two tablets, four times a day; Furosemide, one tablet, three times; Prednisolone, six tablets, twice daily . . . "I'll do this," he told the relieved old women. "At
terracotta glowered down at him from the walls: a horned demon; a leering Arab with a falcon on his shoulder; a bald man rolling his eyes upwards and putting his tongue out in panic as a huge black fly settled on his eyebrow. Unable to sleep beneath these figures, which he had hated, because he had come to see them as portraits of Changez, he moved finally to a different, neutral room.
Waking up in the early evening, he went downstairs to find the two old women outside Changez's room, trying to work out the details of his medication. Apart from the daily Melphalan tablet, he had been prescribed a whole battery of drugs in an attempt to combat the cancer's pernicious side-effects: anaemia, the strain on the heart, and so on. Isosorbide dinitrate, two tablets, four times a day; Furosemide, one tablet, three times; Prednisolone, six tablets, twice daily . . . "I'll do this," he told the relieved old women. "At
Friday 7 November 2008
Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) painting
Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) paintingGustav Klimt Sea Serpents paintingVincent van Gogh Self Portrait painting
Then the bullock of the convert, Osman, fell to its knees amid the bicycles and camel-dung of a nameless little town. "Get up, idiot," he yelled at it impotently. "What do you think you're doing, dying on me in front of the fruit--stalls of strangers?" The bullock nodded, twice for yes, and expired.
Butterflies covered the corpse, adopting the colour of its grey hide, its horn-cones and bells. The inconsolable Osman ran to Ayesha (who had put on a dirty sari as a concession to urban prudery, even though butterfly clouds still trailed off her like glory). "Do bullocks go to Heaven?" he asked in a piteous voice; she shrugged. "Bullocks have no souls," she said coolly, "and it is souls we march to save." Osman looked at her and realized he no longer loved her. "You've become a demon," he told her in disgust.
"I am nothing," Ayesha said. "I am a messenger."
Then the bullock of the convert, Osman, fell to its knees amid the bicycles and camel-dung of a nameless little town. "Get up, idiot," he yelled at it impotently. "What do you think you're doing, dying on me in front of the fruit--stalls of strangers?" The bullock nodded, twice for yes, and expired.
Butterflies covered the corpse, adopting the colour of its grey hide, its horn-cones and bells. The inconsolable Osman ran to Ayesha (who had put on a dirty sari as a concession to urban prudery, even though butterfly clouds still trailed off her like glory). "Do bullocks go to Heaven?" he asked in a piteous voice; she shrugged. "Bullocks have no souls," she said coolly, "and it is souls we march to save." Osman looked at her and realized he no longer loved her. "You've become a demon," he told her in disgust.
"I am nothing," Ayesha said. "I am a messenger."
Thursday 6 November 2008
Salvador Dali The Cellist Ricardo Pichot painting
Salvador Dali The Cellist Ricardo Pichot paintingSalvador Dali My Wife,Nude paintingSalvador Dali Meditation on the Harp painting
a collaboration with Nazism. In the poster, the actor -- played by the German star Klaus Maria Brandauer -- was dressed up as Mephistophilis, face white, body cloaked in black, arms upraised. Lines from _Faust_ stood above his head:
--_Who art thou, then?_
--_Part of that Power, not understood_,
_Which always wills the Bad, and always works the Good_.
o o o
scarcely bring himself to glance in Mishal's direction. (She too had left the Simba meeting in time to make the class.) -- Although she was all over him, _you came back, I bet it was to see me, isn't that nice_, he could hardly speak a civil word, much less ask _were you wearing a luminous something in the middle of your_, because she wasn't now, kicking her legs and flexing her long body, resplendent in its black
a collaboration with Nazism. In the poster, the actor -- played by the German star Klaus Maria Brandauer -- was dressed up as Mephistophilis, face white, body cloaked in black, arms upraised. Lines from _Faust_ stood above his head:
--_Who art thou, then?_
--_Part of that Power, not understood_,
_Which always wills the Bad, and always works the Good_.
o o o
scarcely bring himself to glance in Mishal's direction. (She too had left the Simba meeting in time to make the class.) -- Although she was all over him, _you came back, I bet it was to see me, isn't that nice_, he could hardly speak a civil word, much less ask _were you wearing a luminous something in the middle of your_, because she wasn't now, kicking her legs and flexing her long body, resplendent in its black
Thomas Moran Sunset on the Moor painting
Thomas Moran Sunset on the Moor paintingThomas Moran Moonlit Seascape paintingThomas Moran Cresheim Glen, Wissahickon, Autumn painting
sum, Baal had arrived at godlessness. He began, stumblingly, to move beyond the idea of gods and leaders and rules, and to perceive that his story was so mixed up with Mahound's that some great resolution was necessary. That this resolution would in all probability mean his death neither shocked nor bothered him overmuch; and when Musa the grocer grumbled one day about the twelve wives" of the Prophet, _one rule for him, another for us_, Baal understood the form his final confrontation with Submission would have to take.
The girls of The Curtain -- it was only by convention that they were referred to as "girls", as the eldest was a woman well into her fifties, while the youngest, at fifteen, was more experienced than many fifty-year-olds -- had grown fond of this shambling Baal, and in point of fact they enjoyed having a eunuch-whowasn't, so that out of working hours they would tease him deliciously, flaunting their bodies before him, placing their breasts against
sum, Baal had arrived at godlessness. He began, stumblingly, to move beyond the idea of gods and leaders and rules, and to perceive that his story was so mixed up with Mahound's that some great resolution was necessary. That this resolution would in all probability mean his death neither shocked nor bothered him overmuch; and when Musa the grocer grumbled one day about the twelve wives" of the Prophet, _one rule for him, another for us_, Baal understood the form his final confrontation with Submission would have to take.
The girls of The Curtain -- it was only by convention that they were referred to as "girls", as the eldest was a woman well into her fifties, while the youngest, at fifteen, was more experienced than many fifty-year-olds -- had grown fond of this shambling Baal, and in point of fact they enjoyed having a eunuch-whowasn't, so that out of working hours they would tease him deliciously, flaunting their bodies before him, placing their breasts against
Tuesday 4 November 2008
Caravaggio Rest on Flight to Egypt painting
Caravaggio Rest on Flight to Egypt paintingGeorge Frederick Watts Orlando Pursuing the Fata Morgana paintingGeorge Frederick Watts Watts Choosing painting
hands. Curtains part behind him, allowing female attendants in shiny pink shorts and singlets to wheel out a fearsome cabinet: man--sized, glass-- fronted, internally--illuminated -- the microwave oven, complete with Hot Seat, known to Club regulars as: Hell's Kitchen. "All _right_," cries Pinkwalla. "Now we really cookin."
Attendants move towards the tableau of hate-figures, pounce upon the night's sacrificial offering, the one most often selected, if truth be told; at least three times a week. Her permawaved coiffure, her pearls, her suit of blue. _Maggie-maggie-maggie_, bays the crowd. _Burn-burn-burn_. The doll, -- the _guy_, -- is strapped into the Hot Seat. Pinkwalla throws the switch. And O how prettily she melts, from the inside out, crumpling into formlessness. Then she is a puddle, and the crowd sighs its ecstasy: done. "The fire this time," Pinkwalla tells them. regains the night.
hands. Curtains part behind him, allowing female attendants in shiny pink shorts and singlets to wheel out a fearsome cabinet: man--sized, glass-- fronted, internally--illuminated -- the microwave oven, complete with Hot Seat, known to Club regulars as: Hell's Kitchen. "All _right_," cries Pinkwalla. "Now we really cookin."
Attendants move towards the tableau of hate-figures, pounce upon the night's sacrificial offering, the one most often selected, if truth be told; at least three times a week. Her permawaved coiffure, her pearls, her suit of blue. _Maggie-maggie-maggie_, bays the crowd. _Burn-burn-burn_. The doll, -- the _guy_, -- is strapped into the Hot Seat. Pinkwalla throws the switch. And O how prettily she melts, from the inside out, crumpling into formlessness. Then she is a puddle, and the crowd sighs its ecstasy: done. "The fire this time," Pinkwalla tells them. regains the night.
Bartolome Esteban Murillo Inmaculada Museo del Prado painting
Bartolome Esteban Murillo Inmaculada Museo del Prado paintingBartolome Esteban Murillo Inmaculada de Soult paintingPierre-Auguste Cot La Tempete painting
reliance, probity, family : what did these add up to if not a moral code? Was it his fault that Pamela and he were childless? Were genetics his responsibility? Could it be, in this inverted age, that he was being victimized by -- the fates, he agreed with himself to call the persecuting agency -- precisely _because of_ his pursuit of "the good"? -- That nowadays such a pursuit was considered wrong-headed, even evil? -- Then how cruel these fates were, to instigate his rejection by the very world he had so determinedly courted; how desolating, to be cast from the gates of the city one believed oneself to have taken long ago! -- What mean small-mindedness was this, to cast him back into the bosom of _his people_, from whom he'd felt so distant for so long! -- Here thoughts of Zeeny Vakil welled up, and guiltily, nervously, he forced them down again.
His heart kicked him violently, and he sat up, doubled over, gasped
reliance, probity, family : what did these add up to if not a moral code? Was it his fault that Pamela and he were childless? Were genetics his responsibility? Could it be, in this inverted age, that he was being victimized by -- the fates, he agreed with himself to call the persecuting agency -- precisely _because of_ his pursuit of "the good"? -- That nowadays such a pursuit was considered wrong-headed, even evil? -- Then how cruel these fates were, to instigate his rejection by the very world he had so determinedly courted; how desolating, to be cast from the gates of the city one believed oneself to have taken long ago! -- What mean small-mindedness was this, to cast him back into the bosom of _his people_, from whom he'd felt so distant for so long! -- Here thoughts of Zeeny Vakil welled up, and guiltily, nervously, he forced them down again.
His heart kicked him violently, and he sat up, doubled over, gasped
Sunday 2 November 2008
Alexandre Cabanel Cleopatra painting
Alexandre Cabanel Cleopatra paintingThomas Gainsborough The Watering Place paintingThomas Gainsborough The Harvest Wagon painting
London, and arrives at a seven--storey corner block with green wrought--iron balconies up to the fourth, and now the dream rushes him up the outer wall of the house and on the fourth floor it pushes aside the heavy curtains at the living-room window and finally there he sits, unsleeping as usual, eyes wide in the dim yellow light, staring into the future, the bearded and turbaned Imam.
Who is he? An exile. Which must not be confused with, allowed to run into, all the other words that people throw around: émigré, expatriate, refugee, immigrant, silence, cunning. Exile is a dream of glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the air. He hangs there, frozen in time, translated into a photograph; denied motion, suspended impossibly above his native earth, he awaits the inevitable moment
London, and arrives at a seven--storey corner block with green wrought--iron balconies up to the fourth, and now the dream rushes him up the outer wall of the house and on the fourth floor it pushes aside the heavy curtains at the living-room window and finally there he sits, unsleeping as usual, eyes wide in the dim yellow light, staring into the future, the bearded and turbaned Imam.
Who is he? An exile. Which must not be confused with, allowed to run into, all the other words that people throw around: émigré, expatriate, refugee, immigrant, silence, cunning. Exile is a dream of glorious return. Exile is a vision of revolution: Elba, not St Helena. It is an endless paradox: looking forward by always looking back. The exile is a ball hurled high into the air. He hangs there, frozen in time, translated into a photograph; denied motion, suspended impossibly above his native earth, he awaits the inevitable moment
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