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Jack Vettriano Cafe Days

2009-05-14T00:51:00.000-07:00

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mean and turf and I'm mean and turf,
'And me an' my friends can walk towards you
with our hats on backwards in a menacing way,
'Yo!'
Gortlick chewed the end of his composing hammer thoughtfully.
'Good rhythm,' he said, 'but the words need some work.'
'You mean more gold'The Cavern?' screamed Glod. 'Chrysoprase the troll runs it, that's the problem!'
'Dey say he's a godfather in the Breccia,' said Cliff.
'Now now, that's never been proved . . .'
'Only 'cos it's very hard to prove things when someone's scooped a hole in your head and buried your feet in it!'
'There's no need for this prejudice, just because he's a troll–, gold, gold?''Ye‑es. What're you thinking of calling it?''Er . . . r . . . rat . . . music. . .''Why rat music?'Hammerjug looked puzzled.'Couldn't really say,' he said. 'It was just an idea I had in my brain.'Gortlick shook his head. Dwarfs were a burrowing race. He knew what they liked.'Good music's got to have hole in it,' he said. 'You ain't got nothing if you ain't got hole.''Now calm down, calm down,' said Dibbler. 'It's the biggest venue in Ankh‑Morpork, that's why. I don't see what the problem is . . .'

Jack Vettriano The Runaways

2009-05-12T22:53:00.000-07:00

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hello, Archchancellor. Is there a problem?'
'What were you doing?'
The Lecturer The wizards looked at their feet with some surprise.
'My word, I thought I was a bit taller,' said the Senior Wrangler. ' I put it down to the celery diet
'Proper footwear for a wizard is pointy shoes or good stout boots,' said Ridcully. 'When one's footwear turns creepy, something's amiss.'looked down at the table.'He was syncopating,' said the Dean.'I never was!'Ridcully frowned. He was a thick‑skinned, single-minded man with the tact of a sledgehammer and about the same sense of humour, but he was not stupid. And he knew that wizards were like weathervanes, or the canaries that miners used to detect pockets of gas. They were by their nature tuned to an occult frequency. If there was anything strange happening, it tended to happen to wizards. They turned, as it were, to face it. Or dropped off their perch.'Why's everyone suddenly so musical?' he said. 'Using the term in its loosest sense, of course.' He looked at the assembled wizardry. And then down towards the floor.'You've all got crepe on your shoes!'

Edward Hopper Soir Bleu

2009-05-11T23:24:00.000-07:00

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the "There's no such thing" and a bit more of the "I didn't know", yes?'
'Everyone knows ‑ I mean, it's not logical that there's an old man in a beard who gives everyone sausages and chitterlings on Hogswatchnight, is it?'
'I don't know about logic. Never learned about logic,' said the raven. 'Living on a skull ain't exactly logical, but that's what I do.'you don't believe in the Hogfather?'
'I'd better be going anyway,' said Susan. 'Um. Thank you.'
'Lock up behind you and chuck the key through the window,' said the raven.
The room was silent after she'd gone, except for the crackle as coals settled in the furnace.
Then the skull said: 'Kids today, eh?'
'I blame education,' said the raven.'And there can't be a Sandman who goes around throwing sand in children's eyes,' said Susan, but in tones of uncertainty. 'You'd . . . never get enough sand in one bag.''Could be. Could be.''I'd better be going,' said Susan. 'Miss Butts always checks the dorms on the stroke of midnight.''How many dormitories are there?' said the raven.'About thirty, I think.''You believe she checks them all at midnight and

Thomas Kinkade Seaside Village

2009-05-08T01:41:00.000-07:00

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careful what you wish for. You never know who will be listening.
Or what, for that matter.
Because, It had continually puzzled Death in his more introspective moments, and this was one of them, why his servant always walked the same path across the floor.
I MEAN, he thought, CONSIDER THE SIZE OF THE ROOM . . .
. . . which went on to infinity, or as near infinity as makes no difference. In fact it was about a mile. That's big for a room, whereas infinity you can hardly see.
Death had got rather flustered when he'd created the house. Time and space were things to be manipulated, not obeyed. The internal dimensions had been a little too generous. He'd forgotten to perhaps, something could be drifting through the universes, and a few words by the wrong person at the right moment may just cause it to veer in its course . . .Far away in the bustling metropolis of Ankh‑Morpork there was a brief crawling of sparks across an otherwise bare wall and then . . .. . . there was a shop. An old musical instrument shop. No‑one remarked on its arrival. As soon as it appeared, it had always been there.Death sat staring at nothing, chinbone resting on his hands. Albert approached very carefully.

Jean Beraud Le Boulevard St. Denis Paris

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

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light turned the city into a network of silver lines and shadows.
Once upon a time the Tower of Art had been the centre of the city, but cities tend to migrate gently with time and Ankh-Morpork's centre The window was resolutely shut.
'But she always leaves it open,' Angua whined 'Must have shut it tonight,' said Gaspode. 'There's a lot of strange people about.'
'But she knows about strange people,' said Angua. 'Most of them live in her house!'was now several hundred yards away. The tower still dominated the city, though; its black shape reared against the evening sky, contriving to look blacker than mere shadows would suggest.Hardly anyone ever looked at the Tower of Art, because it was always there. It was just a thing. People hardly ever look at familiar things.There was a very faint clink of metal on stone. For a moment, anyone close to the tower and looking in exactly the right place might have fancied that a patch of even blacker darkness was slowly but inexorably moving towards the top.For a moment, the moonlight caught a slim metal tube, slung across the figure's back. Then it swung into shadow again as it climbed onwards.

William Beard Dancing Bears

2009-05-03T23:40:00.001-07:00

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widows of coppers?' she said.
He nodded. 'And one orphan.'
'It's a tough old life,' said Colon. 'No pensions for widows, see.'
He looked from 'I mean, half his pay!'
'I don't know what he's holding in here,' said Carrot, ignoring her. 'Maybe it's a clue.'
He took the coffee and hauled up Vimes by his collar.
'You just drink this, captain,' he said, 'and everything will look a lot . . . clearer . . .'
Klatchian coffee has an even bigger sobering effect than an unexpectone to the other.'Is there something wrong?' he said.Carrot relaxed his grip, turned, slipped the book into the box, and shut the lid.'No,' he said.'Look, I'm sorr—' Angua began. Carrot ignored her and nodded at the sergeant.'Give him the coffee.''But . . . fourteen dollars . . . that's nearly half his pay!'Carrot picked up Vimes' limp arm and tried to prise his fist open, but even though Vimes was out cold the fingers were locked.

Peter Paul Rubens Virgin and Child

2009-04-28T22:31:00.000-07:00

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Colon stopped reading for a while to curse all alchemists.
'—because it is Puzzling Evidence. Hoping this finds you in Good Health, Yours Faithfully, Carrot Ironfoundersson, (Cpl).'
scratched his head. What the hell did that all mean?
Just after breakfast a couple of senior jesters from the Fools' Guild had come to pick up the corpse. Corpses in the river . . . well, there Colon, 'at the moment. But I should run, if I was you.'
The Alchemists' Guild is opposite the Gamblers' Guild. Usually. Sometimes it's above it, or below it, or falling in bits around it.
The gamblers are occasionally asked why they continue to was nothing very unusual about that. But it wasn't the way clowns died, usually. After all, what did a clown have that was worth stealing? What sort of danger was a clown?As for the alchemists, he was blowed if he was—Of course, he didn't have to. He looked up at the recruits. They had to be good for something.Cuddy and Detritus – don't salute! - I've got a little job fotr you. Just take this piece of paper to the Alchemists'Guild, all right? And ask one of the loonies to tell you what he makes of it.''Where's the Alchemists' Guild, sergeant?' said Cuddy.'In the Street of Alchemists, of course,' said

Vincent van Gogh Souvenir de Mauve

2009-04-27T23:51:00.000-07:00

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Sybil is very specific. She is deeding all the property to you as her husband. She has a somewhat. . . old-fashioned approach.' He pushed a folded paper across the table. Vimes took it, unfolded it, and stared.
'Should you stared at the shiny bottle of Bearhugger's Very Fine Whiskey. He wasn't sure how it had got there. Somehow he'd never got around to throwing it out.
Start that again and you won't even see retirement. Stick to cigars.
He shut the drawer and leaned back, taking a half-smoked cigar predecease her, of course,' Mr Morecombe droned on, 'it will revert to her by common right of marriage. Or to any fruit of the union, of course.'Vimes hadn't even said anything at that point. He'd just felt his mouth drop open and small areas of his brain fuse together.'Lady Sybil,' said the lawyer, the words coming from far away, 'while not as young as she was, is a fine healthy woman and there is no reason why—'Vimes had got through the rest of the interview on automatic.He could hardly think about it now. When he tried, his thoughts kept skidding away. And, just as always happened when the world got too much for him, they skidded somewhere else.He pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk and

Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman

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

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hated her and hated her and now she’s dead!”
“Yes, dear. Now go and tell Nanny about the log pile.”
Magrat opened her mouth to frame the words “I happen to be very nearly queen” but decided not to. Instead she gra-ciously went outside and looked at the log pile.
“It’s quite high,” she said, coming back and blowing her nose. “Looks like it’s just been stacked.”
And she wound up the clock yesterday,” said Nanny.
“And the tea caddy’s half full, I just looked.”
“Well?”
“broomstick.
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“Come on!”
Magrat picked up the card. The writing was familiar. She’d seen it several She wasn’t sure,” said Nanny. “Hmm.”She opened the envelope addressed to her. It was larger and flatter than the one holding the will, and contained a single piece of card.Nanny read it, and let it drop on to the table.“Come on,” she said. “We ain’t got much time!”“What’s the matter?”“And bring the sugar bowl!”Nanny wrenched open the door and hurried toward her

Mark Spain Eternal Flame

2009-04-23T23:37:00.000-07:00

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elves started to laugh.“So much for him,” it said. “How stupid . . . Lady? Will you listen to your warrior?”He gripped Shawn’s broken arm, and twisted.Shawn tried not to scream. Purple lights flashed in front of his eyes. He wondered what would happen if he passed out.224LOR06 ftffO ift0/£6He wished his mum was here.“Lady,” said the elf, “if you—““All right,” said Magrat’s voice, from somewhere in the darkness. “I’m going to come out. You must promise not to hurt me.”“Oh, indeed I do, lady.”“And you’ll let Shawn go.”looked hopefully along the corridor.
Magrat smiled brightly at the elf beside him. “This is for you,” she said, handing over the box. The elf took it auto-matically. “But you mustn’t open it. And remember you promised not to hurt me.”
The elves closed in behind Magrat. One of them raised a hand, with a stone knife in it.
“Lady?” said the elf holding the box, which was rocking gently in its hands.
“Yes?” said Magrat, meekly.
“I lied to you.”
The knife plunged toward her back.
And shattered.
The elf looked at Magrat’s innocent expression, and opened the box.
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Michael Austin The Black Drape

2009-04-21T23:17:00.000-07:00

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up the larder every day I’d come up here with a blanket like a shot. Who’s got that jug?”
Jason took a pull out of nervousness, and found that he felt better as the alcohol dissolved his synapses.
But he made an effort.
“Hey, lads,” he slurred, “’ve got ‘nother jug coolin’ in the water trough down in the forge, what d’you say? We could all go down there now. Lads? Lads?”
There was the end of the big table and Magrat dined at the other.
But they managed to meet up for a last glass of wine in front of the fire.
They always found it difficult to know what to say at
moments like this. Neither of them was used to spending
what might be called quality time in the company of
another person. The conversation tended toward the
cryptic.soft sound of snoring.150LORQS ftffO iftQf£6“Oh, lads.”Jason stood up.The stars wheeled.Jason fell down, very gently. The jug rolled out of his hands and bounced across the grass.The stars twinkled, the breeze was cold, and it smelled of snow.The king dined alone, which is to say, he dined at one

Edward Hopper High Road

2009-04-20T00:35:00.000-07:00

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you forget it.”
Magrat arrived at as near to a run as was possible in the queen outfit, which ought to have had castors.
She found a circle of several hundred people and, near the edge, a very pensive Nanny Ogg.
“What’s happening, Nanny?”
Nanny turned.
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“Oops, sorry. Didn’t hear no fanfare,” she said. “I’d curtsy, only it’s my legs.”
Magrat looked past her at the two seated figures in the circle.
“What’re they doing?”
“Staring contest.”
“But they’re looking at the sky.”
“Bugger that Diamanda girl! She’s got Esme trying to outstare the sun,” said Nanny Ogg. “No looking away, no blinking, she’d kick me round the kingdom. Anyway, the others’d spot it.”
“Perhaps we could create a small cloud or something?” said Magrat.
“No! That’s cheating!”...”“How long have they been doing it?”“About an hour,” said Nanny gloomily.“That’s terrible!”“It’s bloody stupid is what it is,” said Nanny. “Can’t think what’s got into Esme. As if power’s all there is to witching! She knows that. Witching’s not power, it’s how you harness it.”There was a pale gold haze over the circle, from magical fallout.“They’ll have to stop at sunset,” said Magrat.“Esme won’t last until sunset,” said Nanny. “Look at her.All slumped up.”“I suppose you couldn’t use some magic to—“ Magrat began.“Talk sense,” said Nanny. “If Esme found out
“Well, you always cheat.”

Tom Thomson Jack Pine

2009-04-16T22:59:00.000-07:00

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percent? How about it? After expenses, of course-”
The Great God Om smiled.
IX. I Think same."
XII. You Make me Laugh, Little Prophet. Sell Your Tortoises, By All Means.
"Tell you the truth," said Dhblah, "I've already drawn a few designs just now . . ."
Om vanished. There was a brief thunderclap. Dhblah looked reflectively at his sketches.
". . . but I suppose I'll have to take the little figure off them," he said, more or less to himself.
You Will Make A Little Prophet, Dhblah, he said."Right. Right. That's all I'm looking for. Just trying to make both ends hummus."X. Tortoises Are To Be Left Alone.Dhblah put his head on one side."Doesn't sing, does it?" he said. "But . . . tortoise necklaces . . . hmm . . . brooches, of course. Tortoiseshel-”XI. NO!"Sorry, sorry. See what you mean. All right. Tortoise statues. Ye-ess. I thought about them. Nice shape. Incidentally, you couldn't make a statue wobble every now and again, could you? Very good for business wobbling statues. The statue of Ossory wobbles eve; Fast of Ossory, reg'lar. By means of a small piston device operated in the basement, it is said. But very good for the prophets, all the

The shade of Vorbis looked around.

Peter Paul Rubens Rape of the Daughters of Leucippus

2009-04-15T23:48:00.000-07:00

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could see. There was no sense that anyone was looking out through them. Brutha was certain that if he walked away, Vorbis would sit on the cracked flagstones until he very gently fell over. Vorbis' body was present, but the whereabouts of his mind was probably not locatable on any normal atlas.
It was just that, here and now and suddenly, Brutha felt so alone that even Vorbis was good company.
"Why do you "That could use some work, as a parable," said Om sourly.
"This is real life I'm talking about!"
"It's not my fault if people misuse the-”
"It is! It has to be! If you muck up people's minds just because you want them to believe bother with him? He's had thousands of people killed!""Yes, but perhaps he thought you wanted it.""I never said I wanted that.""You didn't care," said Brutha."But I-”"Shut up!"Om's mouth opened in astonishment."You could have helped people," said Brutha. "But all you did was stamp around and roar and try to make people afraid. Like . . . like a man hitting a donkey with a stick. But people like Vorbis made the stick so good, that's all the donkey ends up believing in."

Vincent van Gogh Houses at Auvers

2009-04-14T23:58:00.000-07:00

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Brutha didn't know what to reply. "That doesn't sound like god talk," he hazarded.
"It's this tortoise brain."
"What?"
"Don't you know helmets crested with plumes that looked like horses' tails gone rogue marched on either side of the column. A few Ephebian citizens watched idly from the roadside. They looked surprisingly like the people at home, and not like two-legged demons at all.
"They're people," he said.
"Full marks for comparative anthropology."anything? Bodies aren't just handy things for storing your mind in. Your shape affects how you think. It's all this morphology that's all over the place.""What?"Om sighed. "If I don't concentrate, I think like a tortoise!""What? You mean slowly?""No! Tortoises are cynics. They always expect the worst.",Why?""I don't know. Because it often happens to them, I suppose."Brutha stared around at Ephebe. Guards with

Andy Warhol Brooklyn Bridge

2009-04-13T22:55:00.000-07:00

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an untrusted possible fellow-conspirator which, if reported, would point the accusing red-hot poker of guilt.
The little beads of sweat on Drunah's forehead, despite the warm breeze, suggested that the secretary was agonizing along thefor Om, the one true God, who shall Trample the Unrighteous with Hooves of Iron!" It wouldn't make a lot of difference, evidence never did once you were in the deep levels where accusation had the status of proof, but at least it might leave one or two inquisitors feeling that they might just have been wrong.
"Of course, the Church has been far less militant in the last century or so," said same lines. But it didn't prove it. And for Fri'it, not dying had become a habit.He clicked his knuckles nervously."A holy war," he said. That was safe enough. The sentence included no verbal clue to what Fri'it thought about the prospect. He hadn't said, "Ye god, not a damn holy war, is the man insane? Some idiot missionary gets himself killed, some man writes some gibberish about the shape of the world, and we have to go to war?" If pressed, and indeed stretched and broken, he could always claim that his meaning had been "At last! A not-to-be-missed opportunity to die gloriously

George Frederick Watts Charity

2009-04-13T00:54:00.001-07:00

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month the abbot and two senior monks go into the cave where the books are kept. It used to be the duty of the abbot alone, but two other reliable monks were included after the unfortunate case of the
59th Abbot, who that all the monks were senior; besides, when you work with Time every day, some of it tends to rub off.
"The place is Omnia," said the abbot, "on the Klatchian coast."
"I remember," said Lu-Tze. "Young fellow called Ossory, wasn't there?"
"Things must be . . . carefully observed," said the abbot. "There are pressures. Free will, predestination . . . . the power of symbols . . . turning-point . . . you know all about this."made a million dollars in small bets before his fellow monks caught up with him.Besides, it's dangerous to go in alone. The sheer concentratedness of History, sleeting past soundlessly out into the world, can be overwhelming. Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you.The 493rd Abbot folded his wrinkled hands and addressed Lu-Tze, one of his most senior monks. The clear air and untroubled life of the secret valley was such

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Child's Siesta

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

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was asking you.'
'Oh. No. I shouldn't think so. It's just ordinary stone. The right spell and ... phooey.'
'Phooey?'
'Right.'
'Shall we run away again?'
'It's worth a try.'
They made it to another upright wall a few seconds before a randomly spitting ball of yellow fire landed where they had been lying and turned the ground into something awful. The whole area around the tower was a tornado . 'I've been a long way, and I've never been safe.'
Conina sighed and stared at a pile of rubble nearby. She stared at it again. There was something odd there, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
'I could rush at them,' said Nijel, vaguely. He stared yearningly at Conina's back.
'Wouldn't work,' said Rincewind. 'Nothing works against magic. Except stronger magic. And then the only thing that beats stronger magic is even stronger magic. And next thing you know...'
'Phooey?' suggested Nijel.of sparkling air.'We need a plan,' said Nijel.'We could try running again,' said Rincewind.'That doesn't solve anything!''Solves most things,' said Rincewind.'How far do we have to go to be safe?' said Conina.Rincewind risked a look around the wall.'Interesting philosophical question,' he said

Fabian Perez Venice

2009-04-08T23:21:00.000-07:00

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'What?'
'I couldn't help it, they just grabbed whatever they could-’
'The slavers have made off with the hat?'
'Don't you take that tone with me! I wasn't having a quiet sleep at the time-’
Rincewind waved his hands frantically. 'Nonono, don't get excited, I wasn't taking any tone - I want to think about this...'
. He was making a decision. It was his. It belonged to him. Noone was forcing him to make it. Sometimes it seemed that his entire life consisted of getting into trouble because of what other people wanted, but this time he'd made a decision and that was that. He'd get off the boat at Al Khali and find some way of going home. Someone else could save the world, and he wished them luck. He'd made a decision. 'The captain says they'll probably go back to Al Khali,' he heard Conina say. 'There's a place where the criminal element hang out, and we can soon-’'I don't see why we have to do anything,' said Rincewind. 'The hat wanted to keep out the way of the University, and I shouldn't think those slavers ever drop in there for a quick sherry.''You'll let them run off with it?' said Conina, in genuine astonishment.'Well, someone's got to do it. The way I see it, why me?''But you said it's the symbol of wizardry! What wizards all aspire to! You can't just let it go like that!''You watch me.' Rincewind sat back. He felt oddly surprised

Andy Warhol Pink Cow

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

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The reason that wizards didn't rule the Disc was quite simple. Hand any two wizards a piece of rope and they would , into the, um, wintry blast, shunning his-’
The oration was interrupted by Gravie blowing his nose.
'It's not winter,' said one of the other wizards flatly, 'and it's quite a warm night.'
'Out into the treacherously changeable spring weather,' snarled Spelter, 'and cursed indeed would be the man who failed, um, at this time-’
'It's nearly summer.'
Carding rubbed the side of his nose thoughtfully.instinctively pull in opposite directions. Something about their genetics or their training left them with an attitude towards mutual co-operation that made an old bull elephant with terminal toothache look like a worker ant.Spelter spread his hands. 'Brothers,' he said again, 'do you not see what has happened? Here is a gifted youth, perhaps raised in isolation out in the untutored, um, countryside, who, feeling the ancient call of the magic in his bones, has journeyed far across tortuous terrain, through who knows what perils, and at last has reached his journey's end, alone and afraid, seeking only the steadying influence of us, his tutors, to shape and guide his talents? Who are we to turn him away

Rembrandt Saskia As Flora

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

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You looked a bit lost there, Windle, for a moment,’ said Ridcully.
‘I’m just a bit tired, Archchancellor.’
‘I thought you zombies never slept.’
‘I’m still tired,’ said Windle.
‘You ‘re‘She’s taken your dog for a walk,’ said Mrs Cake.
‘Where’s Ludmilla?’ he said.
Windle smiled awkwardly. Mrs Cake’s premonitions could be very wearing.
‘It’d be nice to know that Lupine was being looked after if I . . . went,’ he said. ‘I wonder, could you take him sure you wouldn’t like us to have another go with the burial and everything? We could do it properly this time.’‘Thank you all the same, but no. I’m just not cut out for the undead life, I think.’ Windle looked at Reg Shoe. ‘Sorry about that. I don’t know how you manage it.’ He grinned apologetically.‘You’ve got every right to be alive or dead, just as you choose,’ said Reg severely.‘One-Man-Bucket says people are dying properly again,’ said Mrs Cake. ‘So you could probably get an appointment.’Windle looked around.

Tom Thomson the jack pine

2009-04-06T00:10:00.000-07:00

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Archchancellor say, ‘But I’ve always done it! Nothing wrong with a good swear, it keeps the blood flowing. Watch out, Dean, one of the bug -‘ ‘Can’t you say something else?’ shouted the Senior Wrangler, above the buzz the housekeeper always says “Sugar !” ‘ when she drops something,’ he volunteered.
The Archchancellor turned on him.
‘She may say sugar,’ he growled, ‘but what she means, is shi-‘ The wizards ducked. Ridcully managed to stop himself. ‘Oh, darn,’ he said miserably. The swearwords settled amiably on his hat.
‘They like you,’ said the Dean.

Edward Hopper Hotel Lobby

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

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Who’s Mrs Cake?’ Then Windle realised what Schleppel had just said.
‘Anyway, you’re a bogeyman.’
‘You never heard of Mrs Cake?’
‘No.’
‘I don’t suppose she’s interested in magic . . . Anyway, Mr Shoe says we shouldn’t talk to her. She exploits dead people, he says.’ ‘How?’
‘She’s a trying to move a heavy object.
He turned his head.
‘ ‘Evening, Mr Poons. Still dead, I see.’
“Evening, Modo. You’ve got the place looking very nice.’
‘There’s someone moving a door along behind youmedium. Well, more a small.’‘Really? All right, let’s go and see her. And . . . Schleppel?’‘Yes?’‘It’s creepy, feeling you standing behind me the whole time.’‘I get very upset if I’m not behind something, Mr Poons.’‘Can’t you lurk behind something else?’‘What do you suggest, Mr Poons?’Windle thought about it.’Yes, it might work,’ he said quietly, ‘if I can find a screwdriver.’Modo the gardener was on his knees mulching the dahlias when he heard a rhythmic scraping and thumping behind him, such as might be made by someone

Johannes Vermeer The Kitchen Maid

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

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ready to mug a passing badger.’
‘Get tried to nod, even though Lupine’s fist was right under his neck.
‘Yeggg, ‘ he managed.
‘Now, he’s going to take a very good look at you, and if he ever sees you
again -‘
‘I say, hang on,’ murmured Windle.
‘- 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 away?’‘Would you like me to tear your throat out?’The man stared eye to yellow eye. He estimated his chances against a seven-foot man with teeth like that. ‘Do I get a choice?’ he said.‘My friend here,’ said Lupine, indicating Windle, ‘is a zombie -‘ ‘Well, I don ‘t know about actual zombie, I think you have to eat some sort of fish and root to be a zom -‘ ‘- and you know what zombies do to people, don’t you?’ The man

Gustave Clarence Rodolphe Boulanger La Fille De Ferme

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

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. Well, he was tired. That was a start. But sleeping meant letting go of control, and he wasn’t too certain that all the systems were fully functional yet.
fixed to a bracket on the wall. It was such a familiar piece of furniture that Windle hadn’t really seen it for fifty years.
It was coming unscrewed. It spun around slowly, squeaking once a turn.
After half a dozen turns it fell off and clattered to the floor.Anyway, when you got right down to it, did he have to sleep at all? After all, he was dead. That was supposed to be just like sleeping, only even more so. They said that dying was just like going to sleep, although of course if you weren’t careful bits of you could rot and drop off. What were you supposed to do when you slept, anyway? Dreaming . . . wasn’t that all to do with sorting out your memories, or something? How did you go about it?He stared at the ceiling.‘I never thought being dead would be so much trouble, ‘ he said aloud.After a while a faint but insistent squeaking noise made him turn his head. Over the fireplace was an ornamental candlestick,

Leroy Neiman Lights of Broadway

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

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Assassins became important through skilful inhumations. There were many roads to prominence, but you could see them, you could work them out. They made some sort of sense.
Whereas these two people had merely moved interestingly in front of this new‑fangled moving‑picture machinery. The rankest actor in the city’s theatre was a mufti‑skilled master of thespianism by comparison to them, but it
And, as the common people had been filing into the stalls, his razor‑keen hearing had picked up the conversation of two of them:
‘Who’s that up there?’
‘That’s Victor Maraschino and Delores De Syn! Do you know nothing?’
‘I mean the tall guy in black.’
‘Oh, dunno who he is. Just some bigwig, I expect.’wouldn’t occur to anyone to line the streets and shout out his name.The Patrician had never visited the clicks before. As far as he could ascertain, Victor Maraschino was famous for a sort of smouldering look that had middle-aged ladies who should know better swooning in the aisles, and Miss De Syn’s forte was acting languidly, slapping faces, and looking fantastic while lying among silken cushions.While he, Patrician of Ankh‑Morpork, ruled the city, preserved the city, loved the city, hated the city and had spent a lifetime in the service of the city . . .

Leroy Neiman International Cuisine

2009-03-29T23:58:00.001-07:00

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doing anything.’
‘He’s useless,’ said the mouse.
‘He’s in love,’ said Gaspode. ‘It’s very tricky.’
‘Yeah, I thinks he’s a idiot.’
‘That’s all part of it,’ added Gaspode. ‘They call it romance.’
Cat shrugged. ‘Give me a boot every time. You know where you stand, with a boot.’

The glittering spirit of Holy Wood streamed out into the world, no longer a trickle but a flood. It bubbled in the veins of people, even of animals. When the handlemen turned their handles, it was there. When the carpenters hammered their nails, they hammered for Holy Wood. Holy Wood was in Borgle’s stew, in the sand, in the air. It was growing. know how it ish,’ said the cat sympathetically. ‘People throwing old boots and things at you.’ ‘Old boots?’ said the mouse. ‘That’sh what’s always happened to me when I’ve been in love,’ said cat wistfully. ‘It’s different for humans,’ said Gaspode uncertainly. ‘You don’t get so many boots and buckets of water thrown at you. It’s more, er, flowers and arguing and stuff.’ The animals looked glumly at one another. ‘I’ve watched ‘em,’ said Squeak. ‘She

Henri Rousseau Eve

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

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eyed the Sons of the Desert. It looked as though Dibbler had dropped in at Borgle’s and hired the twenty people nearest the door, irrespective of their appropriateness, and had given them each Dibbler’s idea of a desert bandit headdress. There were trollish Sons of the Desert Rock recognized him, and gave him a little wave - , with all the Sons following you and singing rousing desert bandit songs-’
‘No-one’ll hear them,’ said Soll helpfully. ‘But if they open and shut their mouths it’ll help create a, you know, amby-ance.’
‘But it isn’t night,’ said Ginger. ‘It’s broad daylight.’
Dibbler stared at her.
His mouth opened once or twice.
‘Soll!’ he shouted. dwarf Sons of the Desert and, shuffling into the end of the line, a small, hairy and furiously-scratching Son in a headdress that reached down to his paws. ‘ . . . grab her, become entranced by her beauty, and then throw her over your pommel.’ Dibbler’s voice intruded into his consciousness. Victor desperately re-ran the half-heard instructions past his mind. ‘My what?’ he said. ‘It’s part of your saddle,’ Ginger hissed. ‘Oh.’ ‘And then you ride into the night

Pierre Auguste Renoir La Moulin de la Galette

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

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exactly working,’ said Detritus, bashfully.
Dibbler looked quietly at the troll, whose chipped fists were generally the final word in any street fight.
‘I call that disgusting,’ he said. He pulled out his money bag and counted out five dollars. ‘How would you like to work for me, Detritus?’
Detritus you can just get yourself to–’
‘Detritus?’
‘Yes, Mr Dibbler?’
‘Hit this man.’
‘Right you are, Mr Dibbler.’ touched his jutting brow respectfully. ‘Right you are, Mr Dibbler,’ he said. ‘Just step this way.’ Dibbler strolled back up to the head of the queue. The man at the door thrust out an arm to bar his way. ‘Where d’you think you’re going, pal?’ he said. ‘I have an appointment with Mr Silverfish,’ said Dibbler. ‘And he knows about this, does he?’ said the guard, in tones that suggested that he personally would not believe it even if he saw it written on the sky. ‘Not yet,’ said Dibbler. ‘Well, my friend, in that case

Salvador Dali Tiger

2009-03-23T23:04:00.000-07:00

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'You'll never get it.'
'Ah,' said Teppic.
'Could you take your clothes off while you're thinking? The threads play merry hell with my teeth.'
'There Sphinx. 'Now, don't put up a fight, please, it releases unpleasant chemicals into the bloodstream.'
Teppic backed away from a slashing paw. 'Hold on, hold on,' he said. 'What do you mean, a man?'
'It's easy,' said the Sphinx. 'A baby crawls in the morning, stands on both legs at noon, and at evening an old man walks with a stick. Good, isn't it?'
Teppic bit his lip. 'We're talking about one day here?' he said doubtfully.isn't some kind of animal that regrows legs that have been-' 'Entirely the wrong track,' said the Sphinx, stretching its claws. 'Oh.' 'You haven't got the faintest idea, have you?' 'I'm still thinking,' said Teppic. 'You'll never get it.' 'You're right.' Teppic stared at the claws. This isn't really a fighting animal, he told himself reassuringly, it's definitely over-endowed. Besides, its bosom will get in the way, even if its brain doesn't. 'The answer is: "A Man",' said the

Caravaggio Madonna di Loreto

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

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silk and long legs attracted a certain type of older woman, they'd whirled the night away through baubons, galliards and slow-stepping pavonines, until the air thickened with musk and hunger. Chidder, whose simple open face and easygoing manner were a winner every time, came back to bed very late for days afterwards and tended to fall asleep during late king repeatedly about the education of his son, but the man was stubborn, stubborn. Now he'd have to do it on the fly. The gods were testing him, he decided. It took decades to make a monarch, and he had weeks to do it in.
'Yes, sire,' he said patiently. 'Of course. And she is also your uncle, your cousin and your father.'
'Hold on. My father-'
The priest raised his hand soothingly. 'A technicality,' he said. 'Your great-great-grandmother lessons . . 'Quite unsuitable, sire. We would require a consort well-versed in the observances. Of course, our aunt is available, sire.' There was a clatter. Dios sighed, and motioned the attendants to pick things up. 'If we could just begin again, sire? This is the Cabbage of Vegetative Increase-' 'Sorry,' said Teppic, 'I didn't hear you say I should marry my aunt, did I?' 'You did, sire. Interfamilial marriage is a proud tradition of our lineage,' said Dios. 'But my aunt is my aunt!' Dios rolled his eyes. He'd advised the

Sea of Cortez Cabo San Lucas

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

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'Well, I don't know about invited,' said Granny. 'We weren't invited. People don't have to invite witches, they just know we'll turn up if we want to. They soon find room for us,' she added, with some satisfaction.
'You see, he's been very busy,' said Magrat to her feet. 'Sorting everything out, you know. He's very clever, you know. Underneath.'
'Very sober she said. 'In case he'd . . . in case . . . in case we felt like a drink,' she rallied, and waved it at the other two.
'I don't want any,' said Magrat sullenly.lad,' said Nanny.'Anyway, it's full moon,' said Magrat quickly. 'You've got to go to coven meetings at full moon, no matter what other pressing engagements there may be.''Have y—?' Nanny Ogg began, but Granny nudged her sharply in the ribs.'It's a very good thing he's paying so much attention to getting the kingdom working again,' said Granny, soothingly. 'It shows proper consideration. I daresay he'll get around to everything, sooner or later. It's very demanding, being a king.''Yes,' said Magrat, her voice barely audible.The silence that followed was almost solid. It was broken by Nanny, in a voice as bright and brittle as ice.'Well, I brought a bottle of that fizzy wine with me,'

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Arrival of the Boats

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

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course you couldn't go wrong with a good storm. And there was the ghost routine that Vitoller had cut out of Please Yourself, saying they couldn't afford the muslin. And perhaps he could put Death in, too. Young Dafe would make a damn good Death, with white makeup and platform soles . . .
'How far away make a summer of it,' said Tomjon. 'Put on all the old favourites. And we could still be back by Soulcake Day. You could stay here and see to the theatre, and we could be back for a Grand Opening.' He grinned at his father. 'It'd be good for them,' he said slyly. 'You always said some of the young lads don't know what a real acting life is like.'did he say he'd come from?' he said.'The Ramtops,' said the playmaster. 'Some little kingdom no-one has ever heard of. Sounds like a chest infection.''It'd take months to get there.''I'd like to go, anyway,' said Tomjon. 'That's where I was born.'Vitoller looked at the ceiling. Hwel looked at the floor. Anything was better, just at that moment, than looking at each other's face.'That's what you said,' said the boy. 'When you did a tour of the mountains, you said.''Yes, but I can't remember where,' said Vitoller. 'All those little mountain towns looked the same to me. We spent more time pushing the lattys across rivers and dragging them up hills than we ever did on the stage.''I could take some of the younger lads and we could

Thomas Kinkade Blessings of Christmas

2009-03-16T23:26:00.000-07:00

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be under your power. Hag-ridden, I might say. That which magic rules, magic destroys. It would destroy you, too. You know it. Ha. Ha.'
Granny's knuckles whitened as he moved closer.
'You could strike me down,' he said. 'And perhaps you could find someone to replace me. But he would have to be a fool , seeking his destiny.' The duke sneered. 'Very romantic. But I have many years to prepare. Let him try.'
Beside him King Verence's fist smashed through the air and quite failed to connect.
The duke leaned closer until his nose was an inch from Granny's face.
'Get back to your cauldrons, wyrd sisters,' he said softly.indeed, because he would know he was under your evil eye, and if he mispleased you, why, his life would be instantly forfeit. You could protest all you wished, but he'd know he ruled with your permission. And that would make him no king at all. Is this not true?'Granny looked away. The other witches hung back, ready to duck.'I said, is this not true?''Yes,' said Granny. 'It is true . . .''Yes.''. . . but there is one who could defeat you,' said Granny slowly.'The child? Let him come when he is grown. A young man with a sword

Francois Boucher The Rape of Europa

2009-03-15T22:53:00.000-07:00

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'What have you got on your lap?'
'It's my familiar,' she said defensively.
'What happened to that toad you had?'
'It wandered off,' muttered Magrat. 'Anyway, it wasn't very good.'
Granny who sells goldfish that tarnish after a day or two.'
'Anyway, I shall call him Lightfoot,' said Magrat, her voice warm with defiance. 'I can if I want.'
'Yes, yes, all right, I'm sure,' said Granny. 'Anyway, how goes it, sisters? It is two months since last we met.'
'It should be every new moon,' said Magrat sternly. 'Regular.'
'It was our Grame's youngest's wedding,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Couldn't sighed. Magrat's desperate search for a reliable familiar had been going on for some time, and despite the love and attention she lavished on them they all seemed to have some terrible flaw, such as a tendency to bite, get trodden on or, in extreme cases, metamorphose.'That makes fifteen this year,' said Granny. 'Not counting the horse. What's this one?''It's a rock,' chuckled Nanny Ogg.'Well, at least it should last,' said Granny.The rock extended a head and gave her a look of mild amusement.'It's a tortoyse,' said Magrat. 'I bought it down in Sheep-ridge market. It's incredibly old and knows many secrets, the man said.''I know that man,' said Granny. 'He's the one

Unknown Artist Albert Edelfelt male nude 1

2009-03-12T23:28:00.000-07:00

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seas, turning green forests into punk and ashes. He heard voices behind him, and the brief screams of friends and relatives as he turned desperately. Dust storms whirled from the dead earth as he fought to release his own grip, but the sword burned icy cold in his hand, dragging him on in a dance that would not end until there was nothing left alive.
And that in the remains of his dream.
'Yeah, okay,' he said. 'I'' go and see him directly.'
'He's not here! Albert's going crazy!' Ysabell stood by the bed, tugging a handkerchief time came, and Mort stood alone except for Death, who said, 'A fine job, boy.'And Mort said, MORT.'Mort! Mort! Wake up!'Mort surfaced slowly, like a corpse in a pond. He fought against it, clinging to his pillow and the horrors of sleep, but someone was tugging urgently at his ear.'Mmmph?' he said.'Mort!''Wsst?''Mort, it's father!'He opened his eyes and stared up blankly into Ysabell's face. Then the events of the previous night hit him like a sock full of damp sand.Mort swung his legs out of bed, still wreathed

Henri Matisse Open Window Collioure

2009-03-12T00:23:00.000-07:00

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dear,' said Cutwell, 'do you really think so?'
'Look,' said Keli, 'you don't have to tell my future, just my present. Even she couldn't object to that. I'll have a word with her if you like,' she added magnanimously.
Cutwell brightened. 'Oh, do you know her?' he said.
'Yes. But sometimes, I think, not very well.'
Cutwell 'No-ooo, I don't think so.' Cutwell thumbed through the pages of a yellowed book that had previously been supporting the table leg. 'The pattern seems to make sense. Yes, here we are, Octogram 8,887: Illegality, the Unatoning Goose. Which we cross reference here . . . hold on sighed and burrowed around in the debris on the table, dislodging cascades of elderly plates and the long-mummified remains of several meals. Eventually he unearthed a fat leather wallet, stuck to a cheese slice.'Well,' he said doubtfully, 'these are Caroc cards. Distilled wisdom of the Ancients and all that. Or there's the Ching Aling of the Hublandish. It's all the rage in the smart set. I don't do tealeaves.''I'll try the Ching thing.''You throw these yarrow stalks in the air, then.'She did. They looked at the ensuing pattern.'Hmm,' said Cutwell after a while. 'Well, that's one in the fireplace, one in the cocoa mug, one in the street, shame about the window, one on the table, and one, no, two behind the dresser. I expect Mrs Nugent will be able to find the rest.''You didn't say how hard. Shall I do it again?'

Jasper Johns three flags

2009-03-11T00:20:00.000-07:00

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going to sink the ship?' he said.
Death looked horrified.
CERTAINLY NOT. THERE WILL BE A COMBINATION OF BAD SEAMANSHIP, SHALLOW WATER AND A CONTRARYon the spine of the book. AND WHY DO YOU THINK I DIRECTED YOU TO THE STABLES? THINK CAREFULLY, NOW.
Mort hesitated. He had been thinking carefully, in between counting wheelbarrows. He'd wondered if it had been to coordinate his hand and eye, or teach him the habit the importance, on the human scale, of small tasks, or make him realise that even great men must start at the bottom. None of these explanations seemed exactly right.
'I think . . .' he began. WIND.'That's horrible,' said Mort. 'Will there be many drowned?'THAT'S UP TO FATE, said Death, turning to the bookcase behind him and pulling out a heavy gazetteer. THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT. WHAT Is THAT SMELL?'Me,' said Mort, simply.AH. THE STABLES. Death paused, his hand
YES?

Edward Hopper People In The Sun

2009-03-09T23:13:00.000-07:00

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What was that I saw?" demanded Granny.
"What was what?" said Cutangle, bewildered.
"Give me some light!"
The wizard sighed wetly, and extended a hand. A bolt of golden fire shot out across the foaming water and hissed into oblivion.
"There!" said Granny triumphantly.
"It's just a boat," said Cutangle. "The boys use them in the summer -"
He waded after Granny's determined figure as fast as he could.
"You can't be the jetty and pulled the little rowing boat towards him. Getting in was a matter of luck but he managed it eventually, fumbling with the painter in the darkness.
The boat swung out into the flood and was carried away, spinning slowly.
Granny clung to the seat as it rocked in the turbulent waters, and looked expectantly thinking of taking it out on a night like this," he said. "It's madness!" Granny slithered along the wet planking of the jetty, which was already nearly under water. "You don't know anything about boats!" Cutangle protested. "I shall have to learn quickly, then," replied Granny calmly. "But I haven't been in a boat since I was a boy!" "I wasn't actually asking you to come. Does the pointy bit go in front?" Cutangle moaned. "This is all very creditable," he said, "but perhaps we can wait till morning?" A flash of lightning illuminated Granny's face. "Perhaps not," Cutangle conceded. He lumbered along

Pierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneuses

2009-03-09T01:47:00.000-07:00

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weather by means of beastsign and skyreck, make increase in bees, brew five types of mead, make dyes and mordants and pigments, including a fast blue, I can do most types of whitesmithing, mend boots, cure and , and if you have any goats I can look after them. I like goats."
Amschat trading journey down the Ankh.
There were at least thirty barges with at least one sprawling Zoon family on each, and no two vessels appeared to be carrying the same cargo; most of them were strung together, and the Zoons simply hauled on the cable and stepped on to the next deck if they fancied a bit looked at her thoughtfully. She felt she was expected to continue. "Granny never likes to see people sitting around doing nothing," she offered. "She always says a girl who is good with her hands will never want for a living," she added, by way of further explanation. "Or a husband, I expect," nodded Amschat, weakly. "Actually, Granny had a lot to say about that -" "I bet she did," said Amschat. He looked at the senior wife, who nodded almost imperceptibly. "Very well," he said. "If you can make yourself useful you can stay. And can you ?" Esk returned his steady gaze, not batting an eyelid. "Probably." And so Esk, with the minimum of difficulty and only a little regret, left the Ramtops and their weather and joined the Zoons on their great

Caravaggio Judith Beheading Holofernes

2009-03-05T23:39:00.000-08:00

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bugger," she said. She wondered if it was worth trying to find Esk's mind, but human minds were never so sharp and clear as animal minds and anyway the overmind of the forest itself made impromptu searching as hard as listening for a waterfall in a thunderstorm. But even without looking she could feel the packmind of the wolves, a sharp, rank Smith heard a sound in the sky as he hurried along the track. So did Granny. It was a determined whirring sound, like the flight of geese, and the snowclouds boiled and twisted as it passed.
The wolves heard it, too, as it spun low over the treetops and hurtled down into the clearing. But they heard it far too late.feeling that filled the mouth with the taste of blood. She could just make out the small footprints in the crust, half filled with fresh snow. Cursing and muttering, Granny Weatherwax pulled her shawl around her and set out. The white cat awoke from its private ledge in the forge when it heard the sounds coming from the darkest corner. Smith had carefully shut the big doors behind him when he went off with the nearly-hysterical boys, and the cat watched with interest as a thin shadow prodded at the lock and tested the hinges. The doors were oak, hardened by heat and time, but that didn't prevent them being blown right across the street.

Frank Dicksee La Belle Dame Sans Merci

2009-03-04T22:27:00.000-08:00

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'Two at a time,' it muttered.' That'sh all. Jusht two, with horshesh.'
Rincewind swallowed, and tried not to look at Twoflower. The man would probably be grinning and mugging like an idiot. He risked a sideways glance.
Twoflower was sitting with his mouth open.
'You're not the usual ferryman,' said Herrena. 'I've been here before, the usual man is a big fellow, sort of —'
'It'sh hish day off.'
'Well, okay,' she said doubtfully. 'In that case – what's he laughing at?'
Twoflower's shoulders were shaking, his face had gone red, and he was emitting muffled snorts. Herrena glared at him, thenHe got no further because a knobbly elbow jerked into his stomach like a piston. His companion looked hard at the ferryman.'Two of you – grab him!'There was a pause. Then one of the men said, 'What, the ferryman?''Yes!''Why?'Herrena looked blank. This sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen. It was accepted that when someone yelled something like 'Get him!' or 'Guards!' people jumped to it, they weren't supposed to sit around discussing things.'Because I said so!' was the best she could manage. The two men nearest to the bowed figure looked at each ther, shrugged, dismounted, and each took a shoulder. The ferryman was about half their size.'Like this?' said one of them. Twoflower was choking for breath.'Now I want to see what he's got under that robe.' The two men exchanged glances. 'I'm not sure that—' said one.

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Arrival of the Boats

2009-03-03T21:43:00.000-08:00

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'But they're priests!' wailed Twoflower. Rincewind paused.
'Yes,' he said. That's the whole point, isn't it?'
At the 'Yes, from sacrifices.' Rincewind thought about the priests he had known at Home. He was, of course, anxious not to make an enemy of any god and had attended any number of temple functions and, on the whole, he thought that the most accurate definition of any priest in the Circle Sea Regions was someone who spent quite a lot of time gory to the armpits.
Twoflower looked horrified.far side of the outer circle some sort of procession was forming up.'But priests are good kind men,' said Twoflower. 'At Home they go around with begging bowls. It's their only possession,' he added.'Ah,' said Rincewind, not certain he understood. This would be for putting the blood in, right?''Blood?'

Franz Marc Deer in the Woods II

2009-03-02T19:23:00.000-08:00

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When are you coming down?"
Rincewind snarled. This was partly in embarrassment. Garhartra's spell had been the little-used and hard-to-master Atavarr's Personal Gravitational Upset, the practical result of which was that until it wore off Rincewind's body was convinced that "down" lay at ninety degrees to that direction normally accepted as of a downward we know why we're going to be killed," the wizard went on.
You'd like to, would you?
"Did you say that?" asked Rincewind.
"Say what?"
Twoflower gave him a worried look.
"I'm Twoflower," he said. "surely you remember?"
Rincewind put his head in his hands.

Leroy Neiman Lady Liberty

2009-03-01T22:25:00.001-08:00

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scrambled to his feet and set off at a dead run for the woods at the edge of the arena. They were sparse, little more than a wide and overgrown hedge, but at least no dragon would be able to fly through them.
It didn't tryout," said Liartes, after a while. The bushes remained motionless.
"Perhaps you're in that holly bush over there?" The holly bush became a waxy ball of flame.
"I'm sure I can see movement in those ferns."
The ferns became mere skeletons of white ash.
"You're only prolonging it, barbarian. Why not give in now? I've burned lots of people; it doesn't hurt a bit," said . Liartes brought his mount in to land on the turf a few yards away and dismounted casually. The dragon folded its wings and poked its head in among the greenery, while its master leaned against a tree and whistled tunelessly."I can burn you

Claude Monet Chrysanthemums

2009-02-26T23:35:00.000-08:00

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During the twentieth century scientists made amazing discoveries about the brain. They also discovered just how little we know about the function of what is likely to be the most interesting and powerful object in the universe. Among the large number of books written on the subject, this book written by Danish journalist Tor Norretranders is a standout.Quantum Information Theory is one of the hottest topics in science and Seth Lloyd is one of the hottest figures in the field. Famous for his bold predictions about the computational capacity of the universe, Dr. Lloyd belongs to the club that thinks that we live inside of a gigantic quantum computer. Sounds interesting? It is!
The books builds on physics, particularly thermodynamics, to explain the fascinating aspects of human consciousness. While the first few chapters are somewhat challenging, the crux of the book will give you a unique, eye-opening perspective on the interplay between the human brain and mind. Among the shocking things in the book is a notion that it takes a half a second for our consciousness to process an event. Knowing that, it is difficult to think about the world in the same way.

Andy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964

2009-02-25T22:45:00.000-08:00

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Twoflower thought charitably, had probably been drinking too much. For years.
On the other hand, it was certainly a fascinating building. Its builders had been obsessed with the number eight. Twoflower looked at him sternly. "What things?"
The demon coughed nervously (demons do not breathe, however, every intelligent being, whether it breathes or not, coughs nervously at some time in this was one of them as far as the demon was concerned). "Oh, things," it said wretchedly. "Evil things. Things The floor was a continuous mosaic of eight-sided tiles, the corridor walls and ceilings were angled to give the corridors eight sides if the walls and ceilings were counted and, in those places where part of the masonry had fallen in Twoflower noticed that even the stones themselves had eight sides."I don't like it," said the picture imp, from his box around Twoflower's neck."Why not?" inquired Twoflower."It's weird.""But you're a demon. Demons can't call things weird. I mean, what's weird to a demon?""Oh, you know," said the demon cautiously, glancing around nervously and shifting from claw to claw. "Things. Stuff."

Johannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water Jug

2009-02-24T21:40:00.000-08:00

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Whatever they were doing at Bolvangar, we felt it was wrong with all our hearts. Lyra is their enemy; so we are her friends. We don't see more clearly than that. But also there is my clan's friendship for the gyptian people, which goes king has made many changes; the old ways are out of favor; it might be a difficult landing. And I don't know how Lyra will find her way to her father. Nor do I know what lorek Byrnison has it in mind to do, except that his fate is involved with hers."
"I don't know either, ma'am. I think he's attached himself to the little girl as a kind of protector. She helped him get his armor back, you see. Who knows what bears feelback to the time when are doing this at their bidding. And they have ties of obligation with Lord Asriel.""I see. So you're towing the balloon to Svalbard for the gyp-tians' sake. And does that friendship extend to towing us back again? Or will I have to wait for a kindly wind, and depend on the indulgence of the bears in the meantime? Once again, ma'am, I'm asking merely in a spirit of friendly enquiry.""If we can help you back to Trollesund, Mr. Scoresby, we shall do so. But we don't know what we shall meet on Svalbard. The bears' new

Salvador Dali Mirage

2009-02-23T22:35:00.000-08:00

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And then an arrow came flying straight down from the sky, and struck another man behind the head. He fell at once. A shout from the officer, and everyone looked up at the dark sky.
"Witches!" said almost away, ordered a squad to race after them. Some children screamed. And then more screamed, and they weren't moving forward anymore, they were turning back in confusion, terrified by the monstrous shape hurtling toward them from the dark beyond the avenue of lights.
"lorek Byrnison!" cried Lyra, her chest nearly bursting with joy.Pantalaimon.And so they were: ragged elegant black shapes sweeping past high above, with a hiss and swish of air through the needles of the cloud-pine branches they flew on. As Lyra watched, one swooped low and loosed an arrow: another man fell.And then all the Tartars turned their rifles up and blazed into the dark, firing at nothing, at shadows, at clouds, and more and more arrows rained down on them.But the officer in charge, seeing the children

Unknown Artist Red Horizon

2009-02-22T22:19:00.000-08:00

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There was a whip cracking, and the howl of racing dogs. From the way she was being jerked and bounced about, Lyra could tell how fast they were going, and though she strained to hear the sounds of battle, all she made out was a forlorn volley of shots, muffled by the distance, and then the creak and rush and soft paw thuds in roughly pulled off the hood.
She looked up at a broad Asiatic face, under a wolverine hood, lit by flickering lamplight. His black eyes showed a glint of satisfaction, especially when Pantalaimon slid out of Lyra's anorak to bare his white ermine teeth in a hiss. The man's daemon, a big heavy wolverinethe snow were all there was to hear."They'll take us to the Gobblers," she whispered.The word severed came to their mind. Horrible fear filled Lyra's body, and Pantalaimon nestled close against her."I'll fight," he said."So will I. I'll kill them.""So will lorek when he finds out. He'll crush them to death.""How far are we from Bolvangar?"Pantalaimon didn't know, but he thought it was less than a day's ride.After they had been driving along for such a time that Lyra's body was in torment from cramp, the pace slackened a little, and someone

Leonardo da Vinci Head of Christ

2009-02-20T00:40:00.000-08:00

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No. I was a Svalbard bear, but I am not now. I was sent away as a punishment because I killed another bear. So I was deprived of my rank and my and my armor and sent out to live at the edge of the human world and fight when I could find employment at it, or work at brutal tasks and drown my memory in raw spirits."
"Why. He killed someone too and they took all his away. That was long before he got made a prisoner on Svalbard, though. I don't know anything about Svalbard, except it's in the farthest North....Is it all covered in ice? Can you get there over the frozen sea?"
"Not from this coast. The sea is sometimes frozen south of it, sometimes not. You would need a boat."
"Or a balloon, maybe."
"Or a balloon, yes, but then you would need the right wind." did you kill the other bear?""Anger. There are ways among bears of turning away our anger with each other, but I was out of my own control. So I killed him and I was justly punished.""And you were wealthy and high-ranking," said Lyra, marveling. "Just like my father, lorek! That's just the same with him after I was born

Talantbek Chekirov Missing You

2009-02-19T00:05:00.000-08:00

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brain, which accounts for 2 percent of our body weight, sucks down roughly 20 percent of our daily calories. A picky eater, it demands a constant supply of glucose — primarily obtained from recently eaten carbohydrates (in England. "When your glucose level drops, the symptom is confused thinking, not a change in breathing pattern," he said.
This is not to suggest that we should constantly slurp soda to keep our brains functioning optimally. On the contrary, high glucose levels slowly but surely damage cells everywhere in the body, including those in the brain, said Marc Montminy of the Salk Institute for Biological Studies in California.fruits, vegetables, grains etc.). Only in extreme instances of deprivation will the brain use other substances for fuel.More recently evolved areas of the brain, such as the frontal cortex (it's like the CEO of the brain), are particularly sensitive to falling glucose levels, while brain areas regulating vital functions are more hardy, said Leigh Gibson of Roehampton University

Pino WHITE SAND

2009-02-17T22:13:00.000-08:00

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considering all the kids that had gone missing without being looked for. Gyptians and land folk alike were getting jumpy and nervous.
And there was another reason for the Costas' interest in Lyra; but she wasn't to learn that for a few days yet.
So they took to find me, though?" she asked afterward, and Ma showed her the lining of the secret space: cedarwood, which had a soporific effect on daemons; and it was true that Pantalaimon had spent the whole time happily asleep by Lyra's head.
Slowly, with many halts and detours, the Costas' boat drew nearer the fenskeeping her below decks when they passed a lockkeeper's cottage or a canal basin, or anywhere there were likely to be idlers hanging about. Once they passed through a town where the police were searching all the boats that came along the waterway, and holding up the traffic in both directions. The Costas were equal to that, though. There was a secret compartment beneath Ma's bunk, where Lyra lay cramped for two hours while the police banged up and down the length of the boat unsuccessfully."Why didn't their daemons

George Inness Sunset

2009-02-16T22:52:00.000-08:00

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Within five minutes Lyra had told her everything about her half-wild life: her favorite routes over the rooftops, the battle of the claybeds, the time she and Roger had caught and roasted a rook, her intention to capture a to each other. Lyra ignored completely the Librarian on her other side and spent the whole meal talking to Mrs. Coulter.
When the ladies withdrew for Coffee, Dame Hannah said, "Tell me, Lyra-are they going to send you to school?"
Lyra looked blank. "I dun-I don't know," she said. "Probably not," she added for safety. "I wouldn't want to put them to any trouble," she went narrowboat from the gyptians and sail it to Abingdon, and so on. She even (looking around and lowering her voice) told her about the trick she and Roger had played on the skulls in the crypt."And these ghosts came, right, they came to my bedroomwithout their heads! They couldn't talk except for making sort of gurgling noises, but I knew what they wanted all right. So I went down next day and put their coins back. They'd probably have killed me else.""You're not afraid of danger, then?" said Mrs. Coulter admiringly. They were at dinner by this time, and as Lyra had hoped, sitting next

Vincent van Gogh Farmhouse in Provence

2009-02-15T19:26:00.000-08:00

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he does that, we must just argue against, with all the eloquence we have."
The lantern began to hiss as Lord Asriel pumped it hard. Lyra moved slightly so that she could see the screen, where a , that's what I pretended to be doing. In fact, my real aim was to go further north still, right on to the ice, in fact, to try and discover what had happened to the Grumman expedition. One of Grumman's last messages to the academy in Berlin spoke of a certain natural phenomenon only seen in the lands of the North. I was determined to investigate that as well as find out what I could about Grumman. But the first picture I'm going to show you isn't directly about either of those things."
brilliant white circle had begun to glow. Lord Asriel called, "Could someone turn the lamp down?"One of the Scholars got up to do that, and the room darkened.Lord Asriel began:"As some of you know, I set out for the North twelve months ago on a diplomatic mission to the King of Lapland. At least

John Singleton Copley The Death of Major Pierson

2009-02-12T23:57:00.000-08:00

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Then she went to the edge of the water and called to the Specters.
They came at her command, gliding like pillars of mist across the water. She raised her arms and made them forget they , and he knew she'd be safer if he was there to look after her; but he wanted her to look after him, too, as she'd done when he was very were earthbound, so that one by one they rose into the air and floated free like malignant thistledown, drifting up into the night and borne by the air currents toward Will and Lyra and the other witches; but Lena Feldt saw nothing of it. The temperature dropped quickly after dark, and when Will and Lyra had eaten the last of their dry bread, they lay down under an overhanging rock to keep warm and try to sleep. At least Lyra didn't have to try; she was unconscious in less than a minute, curled tightly around Pantalaimon, but Will couldn't find sleep, no matter how long he lay there. It was partly his hand, which was now throbbing right up to the elbow and uncomfortably swollen, and partly the hard ground, and partly the cold, and partly utter exhaustion, and partly his longing for his mother.He was afraid for her, of course

Herbert James Draper Ulysses and the Sirens

2009-02-11T23:48:00.000-08:00

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The telephone rang. She broke off, shrugging, and Dr. Payne answered it. He spoke briefly, put it down, and said, "We've got a visitor."
"Who?"
"Not a name I know. Sir Somebody Something. Listen, Mary, I'm off, you realize that, don't you?"
"They you tested? What about the Shadows around the ivory figurine?"
He shook his head and turned his back. Before he could answer, there came a tap at the door, and he opened it almost with relief.
Sir Charles said, "Good day to you. Dr. Payne? Dr. Malone? My name is Charles Latrom. It's very good of you to see me without any notice."
"Come in," said Dr. Malone, weary but puzzled. "Did Oliver say Sir Charles? offered you the job.""Yes. I've got to take it. You must see that.""Well, that's the end of this, then."He spread his hands helplessly, and said, "To be frank… I can't see any point in the sort of stuff you've just been talking about. Children from another world and fossil Shadows… It's all too crazy. I just can't get involved. I've.""What about the skulls

Rene Magritte The Blank Check

2009-02-11T00:39:00.000-08:00

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My nana used to make a baking-soda paste for me when I was a child, and when I tried it on my own kids, they said that it stopped the itching better than store-bought products," says Estelle Whitney, MD, an ob-gyn in private practice in for NosebleedThis spice helps blood clot, and it has been used medicinally in cultures around the world, says pediatrician Lillian Beard, MD, author of Salt in Your Sock and Other Tried-and-True Remedies. Keep your child's head upright and pinch his nostrils together for several minutes. Then sprinkle a pinch of ground cayenne pepper on a moistened cotton swab and dab inside the nose on the area of the bleeding. "It seems like it might sting but, surprisingly, it doesn't," says Dr. Beard.Wilmington, Delaware. The alkaline baking soda helps counteract the acidic swelling, she explains. Mix a teaspoon of baking soda with just enough water to make a thick paste, smear it on the bites, and let it dry.Cayenne Pepper

Paul Cezanne Still Life with a Skull

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

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And this time it was much easier. He felt for the edge, found it within a minute, and did as Giacomo Paradisi had told him: pinched the edges together. It was the easiest thing in the world. He felt a brief, calm exhilaration, and then the window was gone. The other world was shut.
The old man handed him a leather sheath, backed with stiff horn, with buckles to hold the knife in place, because the A city of traders and bankers. We thought we knew about bonds. We thought a bond was something negotiable, something that could be bought and sold and exchanged and converted… But about these bonds, we were wrongslightest sideways movement of the blade would have cut through the thickest leather. Will slid the knife into it and buckled it as tight as he could with his clumsy hand."This should be a solemn occasion," Giacomo Paradisi said. "If we had days and weeks I could begin to tell you the story of the subtle knife, and the Guild of the Torre degli Angeli, and the whole sorry history of this corrupt and careless world. The Specters are our fault, our fault alone. They came because my predecessors, alchemists, philosophers, men of learning, were making an inquiry into the deepest nature of things. They became curious about the bonds that held the smallest particles of matter together. You know what I mean by a bond? Something that binds?""Well, this was a mercantile city.

Leroy Neiman Bethpage Black Course 2002 u.s. Open

2009-02-04T23:40:00.000-08:00

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Yes. And you found out from that…"
"From my alethiometer. It works by Dust, I think. I came all this way to find out more about Dust, and it told me to come to you. So I reckon your dark matter must be the same thing. Now can I try your Cave?"
Dr. Malone busy adjusting switches and tapping the letters in another of those ivory trays. As she did, the screen changed color, and some small letters and figures appeared on it.
"Now you sit down," she said, and pulled out a chair for Lyra. Then she opened a jar and said, "I need to put some gel on your skin to help the electrical contact.shook her head, but not to say no, just out of helplessness. She spread her hands. "Very well," she said. "I think I'm dreaming. I might as well carry on."She swung around in her chair and pressed several switches, bringing an electrical humcooling fan into the air; and at the sound of them, Lyra gave a little muffled gasp. It was because the sound in that room was the same sound she'd heard in that dreadful glittering chamber at Bolvangar, where the silver guillotine had nearly parted her and Pantalaimon. She felt him quiver in her pocket, and gently squeezed him for reassurance.But Dr. Malone hadn't noticed; she was too

Jean Francois Millet Spring

2009-02-03T19:27:00.000-08:00

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That's it," he said, watching. "With the red handle. Bring it here."
He pierced the lid and showed her how to open the can.
"Now get that little saucepan off the hook and tip them in," he told her.
She sniffed the beans, and again an expression of pleasure and suspicion entered her eyes. She tipped the can into the saucepanWhen the omelette was cooked he folded it over and cut it in half
and licked a finger, watching as Will shook salt and pepper into the eggs and cut a knob of butter from a package in the fridge into a cast-iron pan. He went into the bar to find some matches, and when he came back she was dipping her dirty finger in the bowl of beaten eggs and licking it greedily. Her daemon, a cat again, was dipping his paw in it, too, but he backed away when Will came near."It's not cooked yet," Will said, taking it away. "When did you last have a meal?""At my father's house on Svalbard," she said. "Days and days ago. I don't know. I found bread and stuff here and ate that."He lit the gas, melted the butter, poured in the eggs, and let them run all over the base of it. Her eyes followed everything greedily, watching him pull the eggs up into soft ridges in the center as they cooked and tilt the pan to let raw egg flow into the space. She watched him, too, looking at his face and his working hands and his bare shoulders and his feet.

Salvador Dali Paysage aux papillons (Landscape with Butterflies)

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

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whether investing in Internet infrastructure could create jobs, CEO Samuel Palmisano reported that expanding broadband access, digitizing health-care records, and improving the electrical grid could create almost 1 million new Are you in the right stocks?But clean energy and Internet infrastructure are only the beginning of what Obama plans to achieve -- and his New Deal is projected to create between 3 million new U.S. jobs by 2011!
In fact, if the president's jobs plan moves along, economist U.S. jobs!And it's no coincidence that Obama reached out to IBM. As a world leader in building energy-efficient "green" data centers, it's well-positioned to scoop up some of those lucrative government contracts for expanding our broadband infrastructure.

Julius LeBlanc Stewart At Home

2009-02-02T00:17:00.000-08:00

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and certainly.
"I don't know," she said, shaking her head, "I don't know what's happening... I know it so well, but I can't seem to see what it means..."
She took a deep, shuddering breath and turned the instrument around. It looked strange and awkward in her hands. Pantalaimon, mouse-formed, crept into her lap and rested his black paws on the crystal, peering at one symbol after another. Lyra turned one wheel, turned another, turned the whole thing around, and then looked up at Will, stricken.
"Oh, Will," she cried, "I can't do it! It's left me!"
"Hush," he said, "don't fret. .
She turned away and clung to Will and said desperately:
"It's no good, I can tell, it's gone forever, it just came when I It's still there inside you, all that knowledge. Just be calm and let yourself find it. Don't force it. Just sort of float down to touch it..."She gulped and nodded and angrily brushed her wrist across her eyes, and took several deep breaths; but he could see she was too tense, and he put his hands on her shoulders and then felt her trembling and hugged her tight. She pulled back and tried again. Once more she gazed at the symbols, once more she turned the wheels, but those invisible ladders of meaning down which she'd stepped with such ease and confidence weren't there. She just didn't know what any of the symbols meant

Vincent van Gogh The Bedroom

2009-01-20T22:36:00.000-08:00

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had ever undergone. Every scrap of shelter and deceit was stripped away, and she stood naked, body and ghost and daemon your earliest years shown a shred of compassion or sympathy or kindness without calculating how it would return to your advantage. You have tortured and killed without regret or hesitation; you have betrayed and intrigued and gloried in your treachery. You are a cesspit of moral filth."
That voice, delivering that judgment, shook Mrs. Coulter profoundly. She knew it was coming, and she dreaded it; and yet she hoped for it, too, and now that it had been said, she felt a little gush of triumph.together, under the ferocity of Metatron's gaze.And she knew that her nature would have to answer for her, and she was terrified that what he saw in her would be insufficient. Lyra had lied to Iofur Raknison with her words; her mother was lying with her whole, I see," said Metatron."What do you see?""Corruption and envy and lust for power. Cruelty and coldness. A vicious, probing curiosity. Pure, poisonous, toxic malice. You have never from

Edward Hopper Sunday

2009-01-18T22:10:00.000-08:00

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priest came hastening into the gatehouse, wiping his palms on his robe in case she wanted to shake hands. She didn't.
"Who are you?" Father MacPhail was at his devotions, and poor Brother Louis's hand shook violently as he knocked. They heard a sigh and a groan, and then heavy footsteps crossed the floor.
The President's eyes widened as he saw who it was, and he smiled wolfishly.
"Mrs. Coulter," he said, offering his hand. "I am very glad to see you. My study she said."Brother Louis," said the man, soothing his rabbit daemon, "Convener of the Secretariat of the Consistorial Court. If you would be so kind...”"I haven't come here to parley with a scrivener," she told him. "Take me to Father MacPhail. And do it now."The man bowed helplessly and led her away. The guard be' hind her blew out his cheeks with relief.Brother Louis, after trying two or three times to make conversation, gave up and led her in silence to the President's rooms in the tower.

Jack Vettriano Models in the Studio

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

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Have you told them what we're going to do?"
"No! And I won't, either. 'Cause they'll only tell Lord Asriel on that speaking-fiddle and he'd go there and stop us, so we got to just go, and not talk about it in front of them."
"They are spies, said it would be very difficult for you, but he thought you could do it. But he never told me why..."
"The knife broke because I thought of my mother," he explained. "So I've got to put her out of my mind. But... it's like when someone says don't think about a crocodile, you do, you can't help it..."
"Well, you cut through last night all right," she said.
"Yeah, because I was tired, I think. Well, we'll see. Just follow the knife?"
"That's all it said."though," Will pointed out. "They must be good at listening and hiding. So maybe we better not mention it at all. We know where we're going. So we'll just go and not talk about it, and they'll have to put up with it and come along.""They can't hear us now. They're too far off. Will, I asked how we get there, too. It said to follow the knife, just that.""Sounds easy," he said. "But I bet it isn't. D'you know what Iorek told me?""No. He said, when I went to say good-bye, he

Edward Hopper Hotel Room

2009-01-15T00:24:00.000-08:00

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Holding the heavy gun, Will swept his hand sideways and knocked the golden monkey off his perch, stunning him so that Mrs. Coulter groaned aloud and the monkey's paw relaxed enough to let the tiny woman struggle free."Of course I have," said Will. If they didn't know it was broken, he wasn't going to tell them.
"You and the girl will have to follow us. Who is the other child?"
"Ama, from the village," said Will.
"Tell her to return there. Move now, before the Swiss come."
Will didn't hesitate. Whatever these two intended, he and Lyra could still get away through In a moment she leapt up to the rocks, and the man sprang away from Mrs. Coulter, both of them moving as quickly as grasshoppers. The three children had no time to be astonished. The man was concerned: he felt his companion's shoulder and arm tenderly, and embraced her swiftly before calling to Will."You! Boy!" he said, and although his voice was small in volume, it was as deep as a grown man's. "Have you got the knife?"

Titian Sacred and Profane Love

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

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Almost at the same time, the tempter whom Father Gomez was setting out to follow was being tempted herself.
"Thank you, no, no, that's all I need, no more, honestly, thank you," said Dr. Mary Malone to the old couple in the olive grove as , enough Specter-eaten adults and wild, scavenging children, to have a horror of those ethereal vampires. All she knew was that they did drift away when she approached; but she couldn't stay with everyone who wanted her to, because she had to move on.they tried to give her more food than she could carry.They lived here isolated and childless, and they had been afraid of the Specters they'd seen among the silver-gray trees; but when Mary Malone came up the road with her rucksack, the Specters had taken fright and drifted away. The old couple had welcomed Mary into their little vine-sheltered farmhouse, had plied her with wine and cheese and bread and olives, and now didn't want to let her go."I must go on," said Mary again, "thank you, you've been very kind, I can't carry, oh, all right, another little cheese, thank you...”They evidently saw her as a talisman against the Specters. She wished she could be. In her week in the world of Cittagazze, she had seen enough devastation

Theodore Robinson The Red Gown

2009-01-12T23:44:00.000-08:00

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that although the recession has created "a period of reduced expectations," the tech companies that push forward now with innovative research will fare better in the long-term than the companies that scale back.
Ballmer said the of paper.
In a gentle swipe at Apple, which has gained market share against Microsoft in recent years, Ballmer said the PC remains the best choice for consumers seeking "value and power" in a computer.convergence of screens on computers, TVs and mobile phones is revolutionizing how people communicate with each other."Our digital lives will continue to get richer. There's really no turning back from the connected world," he said. "We're on the verge of the kind of technological transformation that only happens once every 10 or 15 years." As if to prove his point, Ballmer also welcomed onstage program manager Janet Galore, who gave brief demos of some Microsoft product prototypes, including a tabletop-like touch screen and a flexible, wafer-thin digital screen you can roll up like a piece

Rene Magritte The Human Condition

2009-01-11T23:52:00.001-08:00

Rene Magritte The Human ConditionRene Magritte The Great WarRene Magritte The Empire of Light
Massachusetts offers the first scratch-off lottery ticket in the United States.
1988Six states and the District of Columbia join to introduce a multistate lottery game called Lotto America. In 1992 the name is changed to Powerball.
2000The Big game (a run of bad luck, including arrests, lawsuits, and other tribulations.
2007Bills in Texas and other state legislatures propose selling long-term leases for the state lotteries to private buyers. None pass, and the U.S. Justice Department warns that some of the plans might violate federal law. But backers see a multibillion-dollar windfall in tough times, and they will likely try again.the multistate lottery now called Mega Millions) pays out a $363 million jackpot, split between two winners-the biggest lottery prize up to this point.2002West Virginia contractor Jack Whittaker wins the biggest single-winner jackpot ever, $315 million, in the Powerball game. His win is followed by

Andy Warhol Marilyn Monroe Pink

2009-01-08T00:58:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Marilyn Monroe PinkAndy Warhol Mao Yellow ShirtAndy Warhol Mao Red
you think you're going to pick up a woman in a beat up hatchback, then you'd better listen to those Free Credit Report guys, because as their catchy jingle says, women won't give you the time of day if you drive a '98 Daewoo.
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A British insurane company the earth! Well, not so much. The study also concluded that not only were both guys and chicks turned completely off by the sound of a VW Polo, but it actually lowered everyone's testosterone level.
So when you're rolling around in the Volkswagon or Prius and some frat boy named Tyler calls you a pussy, sadly he's actually got on his side.called Hiscox (seriously?) conducted the study. They found when female subjects heard the roar of a Maserati's engine, they went to their happy place down south. Out of the 40 women who participated in the study, every last woman reported getting that tingly sensation from the car.So maybe you're thinking that being "green" and "economically responsible" might turn some women on, right? After all, chicks dig a guy who cares about

Jack Vettriano Sweet Bird of Youth

2009-01-06T00:23:00.001-08:00

Jack Vettriano Sweet Bird of YouthJack Vettriano pincer MovementJack Vettriano Picnic Party
The hollow ringing began again in the next room, and as if he were answering it, Ennis picked up the phone on the bedside table, dialed his own number.
A slow corrosion worked between Ennis and Alma, no real trouble, just widening water. She was working at a grocery store clerk job, saw she’d always have to work to keep ahead of He said no to that, said he would be happy to leave her alone if she didn’t want any more of his kids. Under her breath she said, “I’d have em if you’d support em.” And under that, thought, anyway, what you like to do don’t make too many babies. Her resentment opened out a little every year: the embrace she had glimpsed, once or twice a year with Jack Twist and never a vacation with her and the girls, his disinclination to step out and have any fun, his yearning for low paid, long-houred ranch work, his propensity to roll to the wall and sleep as soon as he hit the bed, his failure to look for a decent permanent job with the county or the power company, put her in a long, slow dive and when Alma Jr. was nine and Francine seven she said, what am I doin hangin around with Ennis and married the Riverton grocer. Ennis went back to ranch work, hired on

Jack Vettriano The Letter

2009-01-03T01:53:00.001-08:00

Jack Vettriano The LetterJack Vettriano The Last Great RomanticJack Vettriano The Innocents
THE Fairy Bérylune’s Palace stood at the top of a very high mountain, on the way to the moon. It was so near that, on summer nights, when the sky was clear, you could plainly see the moon's mountains and valleys, lakes and seas from her palace. Then and there, a cloud of fireflies surrounded our companions and wafted them gently towards the sky. They were at the Fairy's palace before they had recovered from their surprise.
"Follow me," she said and led them through chambers and passages all in the terrace of the palace. Here the Fairy studied the stars and read their secrets, for it was long since the Earth had had anything to teach her. "This old planet no longer interests me!" she used to say to her friends, the giants of the mountain. "The men upon it still live with their eyes shut! Poor things, I pity them! I go down among them now and then, but it is out of charity, to try and save the little children from the fatal misfortune that awaits them in the darkness." This explains why she had come and knocked at the door of Daddy Tyl's cottage on Christmas Eve. And now to return to our travellers. They had hardly reached the high-road, when the Fairy remembered that they could not walk like that through the village, which was still lit up because of the feast. But her store of knowledge was so great that all her wishes were fulfilled at once. She pressed lightly on Tyltyl's head and willed that they should all be carried by magic to

Jack Vettriano The Administration of Justice

2008-12-30T23:15:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The Administration of JusticeJack Vettriano Table for OneJack Vettriano Sweet Is The Night
eternal verities thank you very much. You want to check your legal position you do mate. Under law the Quest for Ultimate Truth is quite clearly the inalienable prerogative of your working thinkers. Any bloody machine goes and actually finds it and we're straight out of a job aren't we? I mean what's the use of our sitting up half the night arguing the answer to the Ultimate Universe, and Everything -" he paused and satisfied himself that he now had everyone's attention, before continuing more quietly, "but the programme will take me a little while to run." Fook glanced impatiently at his watch. "How long?" he said.that there may or may not be a God if this machine only goes and gives us his bleeding phone number the next morning?" "That's right!" shouted Vroomfondel, "we demand rigidly defined areas of doubt and uncertainty!" Suddenly a stentorian voice boomed across the room. "Might I make an observation at this point?" inquired Deep Thought. "We'll go on strike!" yelled Vroomfondel. "That's right!" agreed Majikthise. "You'll have a national Philosopher's strike on your hands!" The hum level in the room suddenly increased as several ancillary bass driver units, mounted in sedately carved and varnished cabinet speakers around the room, cut in to give Deep Thought's voice a little more power. "All I wanted to say," "is that my circuits are now irrevocably committed to calculating

Renoir Peaches on a Plate

2008-12-29T23:25:00.000-08:00

Renoir Peaches on a PlateRenoir Path Climbing Through Long GrassRenoir Mlle. Irene Cahen d'AnversRenoir Madame Georges Charpentier and her Children, Georgette and Paul
Which one?" "Any one." One of the major Zaphod was learning to distinguish between him pretending to be stupid just to get people off their guard, pretending to be stupid because he couldn't be bothered to think and wanted someone else to do it for him, pretending to be outrageously stupid to hide the fact that he actually didn't understand about it. She sighed and punched up a star map on the visiscreen so she could make it simple for him, whatever his reasons for wanting it to be that way. "There," she pointed, "right there." "Hey ... Yeah!" said Zaphod. "Well?" she said. "Well what?" Parts of the inside of her head screamed at other parts of the inside of her head. She said, very calmly, "It's the same sector you originally picked me up in." He looked at her and then looked back at the screen. "Hey, yeah," he said, "now that is wild. We should have zapped straight into the middle of the Horsehead Nebula. How did we come to be there? I mean that's nowhere."what was going on, and really being genuinely stupid. He was renowned for being amazingly clever and quite clearly was so - but not all the time, which obviously worried him, hence the act. He proffered people to be puzzled rather than contemptuous. This above all appeared to Trillian to be genuinely stupid, but she could no longer be bothered to argue

Achenbach Ufer des zugefrorenen Meeres

2008-12-28T23:56:00.000-08:00

Achenbach Ufer des zugefrorenen MeeresL'hermitte Laveuses au bord de la MarneAchenbach Hafeneinfahrt Bei Rauher SeeMonet A Woman Reading
pushed into whichever direction the wind is blowing. Without a vision, we will obsess over “the how”, and will often overanalyze and fail to take action, or take ineffective action.
In the jogging example, “give us the push towards massive action. We must know why we want it. Why is it important that we achieve our desired result? When we achieve this outcome, what will it bring us? Without strong enough reasons, we simply will not be moved into action.wanting to go jogging” is not the ultimate vision. The ultimate outcome I am seeking is actually mental clarity and physical energy. One activity that contributes to this outcome is regular exercise. Additionally, because I am focused on the desired outcome and not on the how, I have realized that there are other things I can do which will contribute towards this outcome, such as deep breathing, swimming, What is the ultimate vision for what you want? Be specific in describing the outcome you desire.P, PurposeKnowing what we want isn’t enough to

Bastida Maria en La Granja [Maria at La Granja]

2008-12-23T21:21:00.000-08:00

Bastida Maria en La Granja [Maria at La Granja]Bastida Rocks at JaveaBastida The Young AmphibiansBastida El bano del caballo
And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, one girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a of its consequences. It is also the story of a book, a book called The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - not an Earth book, never published on Earth, and until the terrible catastrophe occurred, never seen or heard of by any Earthman. Nevertheless, a wholly remarkable book. in fact it was probably the most remarkable book ever to come out of the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor - of which no Earthman had ever heard either. Not only is it a wholly remarkable book, it is also a highly successful one - more popular than the Celestial Care Omnibus, better selling than good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything. Sadly, however, before she could get to a phone to tell anyone- about it, a terribly stupid catastrophe occurred, and the idea was lost forever. This is not her story. But it is the story of that terrible stupid catastrophe and some

Gockel Parrot Family

2008-12-22T00:22:00.000-08:00

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caller number. This meant that none of them were from, which were now required by law to forego Caller ID blocking.Maybe some were wrong-number calls made by people who did have Caller ID blocking. Maybe. But he would have bet everything he owned against that proposition. These calls had come from a place where the phone company couldn’t offer service.At the bottom of the log, he highlighted the most recent entry, the call received while he had been , and finally eliminated gaps in order to condense the call to its essence before storing it.Caller 56 still sounded as though she cried out from a great distance, across an abyss. Her fragile voice made him lean forward in his chair, afraid that he would lose it. Nevertheless, because, he could hear every downstairs in his study, trying to make sense of ladybugs, snails, and foreskins.Boxed options appeared in the upper right corner of the screen. He could receive a printout of the call transcript; he could read the transcript on the screen; or he could listen to the call.He chose to listen.If the call was like the one to which he’d bent his ear for nearly thirty [529] minutes the previous night, an open line full of hiss and pop woven through with a faint voice half-imagined and not at all understood, he would hear something better from this equipment. Theaudio analyzer filtered out static, identified patterned sounds that fit the profile of speech, clarified and enhanced that speech

Salvador Dali Barcelona Mannequin painting

2008-12-19T01:34:00.000-08:00

Salvador Dali Barcelona Mannequin paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Portsmouth paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner The Slave Ship painting
Professor Fitzmartin was sixty-eight years old. After a of passing kidney stones.Besides, just this morning, didn’t live in a glitzy neighborhood of multimillionaires because he never wanted to have to explain the origins of his to the tax authorities. When you make it in cash, you live without flash.He laundered enough income to justify a spacious four-bedroom, two-story house of no architectural distinction in a clean and pleasant upper-middle-class neighborhood in Sherman Oaks.Only a handful of Mick’s most trusted customers of long standing knew his address. Mostly he transacted on public beaches and in public parks, shops, and churches.Without stopping at the garage in Santa Monica to change from his Robin Goodfellow costume into his regular-guy clothes and yellow slicker, Corky went directly from Jack Trotter’s funky digs in Malibu to Sherman Oaks. Thanks to Queeg von Hindenburg, collector Fitzmartin had undergone quadruple heart-bypass surgery. If he was Rolf Reynerd’s conspirator, he would not be killing movie stars in the immediate future.Ethan checked his watch. 2:34. Tick, tick, tick.

Unknown Artist David Winston Solitude painting

2008-12-16T22:28:00.000-08:00

Unknown Artist David Winston Solitude paintingJohn William Waterhouse Destiny 1900 paintingJohn William Waterhouse Crystal Ball painting
, a shotgun, diet pills, hard liquor, marijuana-induced lung cancer, or women.Sometimes during a party, when Palazzo Rospo was crawling with hundreds of famous and semifamous and craving-to-be-famous people, Fric made himself invisible, the what came through the phone would not kill him. Maybe it would imprison his soul and take control of his body and make him so miserable that he would wish he were dead.better to eavesdrop. In a crowd of that kind, you could easily become invisible, because half of the guests were barely aware of anyone but themselves, anyway, and the other half were intently focused on the handful of directors, agents, and studio honchos who could make them either filthy rich or filthier rich than they already were.[316] During one of these spells of invisibility, Fric had heard it said of the third—or possibly the fourth—biggest movie star in the world that “the stupid prick will kill himself with women, the way he’s going.” Fric had no slightest idea how one could kill oneself with women, or why a suicidal person would not just buy a pistol.That intriguing statement had remained with him, however, and he intended to be careful. These days, when he met new women, he studied them surreptitiously for indications that they were the potentially dangerous type.Until this weird night, he had likewise never imagined that death could be rung up just by pressing *69.Maybe

John Singer Sargent The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit painting

2008-12-12T00:06:00.000-08:00

John Singer Sargent The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit paintingJohn Singer Sargent The Chess Game paintingJohn Singer Sargent Oyster Gatherers of Cancale painting
He stepped out of the wine-tasting room into the wine cellar proper. Here the temperature was maintained at a constant fifty-five degrees.Fourteen thousand bottles required a lot of racks—a maze of racks. These weren’t simply arranged like aisles in a supermarket. Instead, they lined a cozy brick labyrinth of vaulted passageways that intersected at circular care that it required, and the havoc that it caused with neck and shoulder muscles. Each man could properly rotate between twelve hundred and thirteen hundred bottles per four-hour session.Through a flow of cool dry air that pumped ceaselessly from ceiling vents, Fric followed a narrow dome-vaulted passageway of Pinot Noir to a wider groin-vaulted corridor of Cabernet, circled a curiously coved grotto of Lafitte Rothschild stocked with various vintages, continued through a tunnel of Merlot, in search of a place where he would be able to hide without fear of discovery.grottoes ringed by more racks.Four times each year, every bottle in the collection was gently rotated a quarter turn—ninety degrees—in its niche. This ensured that no edge of any cork would dry out and that the sediment would settle properly to the bottom of each punt.The two porters, Mr. Worthy and Mr. Phan, were able to attend to the turning of the wine bottles for only four hours a day due to the [206] tediousness of the work, the measured

Henri Rousseau The Equatorial Jungle painting

2008-12-10T23:09:00.000-08:00

Henri Rousseau The Equatorial Jungle paintingHenri Rousseau The Boat in the Storm paintingHenri Rousseau Surprise paintingHenri Rousseau Sleeping Gypsy painting
Reflexively, the perp fired the .45 not at Hazard, but into the grass in front of his own feet. The recoil broke his weakened grip, and the gun flew from his hand.He met the ground with one knee, in the briefest genuflection, then with two knees, then with his worth taking. An ace-kool wheelman specialized in flight, not fight, and although the guy would be packing heat for use in a cornered-rat situation, he wouldn’t likely draw down on anyone when he had an open street, gas in the tank, and ignition.Splashing along the puddled pavement, Hazard reached his sedan. Before he could get around that parked vehicle, into the street, the spinning tires of the getaway car bit blacktop and bolted forward with a bark. Momentum slammed shut the passenger’s door.He hadn’t gotten a look at the driver.face.Hazard kicked the dropped .45 away from the killer, into shrubs and shadows, and he ran toward the street, toward the Mercedes.The driver gunned the engine an instant before he let up on the brakes. Shrieking tires spun off clouds of vaporized rain, and smoke that stank of burnt rubber.Maybe Hazard was at risk of being shot by the driver, who could get a line on him through the open front passenger’s door, but that was a risk

Salvador Dali Persistence of Memory painting

2008-12-10T01:18:00.000-08:00

Salvador Dali Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali Maelstrom paintingSalvador Dali Enchanted Beach with Three Fluid Graces paintingJuarez Machado Tango Room painting
Do I have a tongue? Armenian at one o’clock?”“I’ll be the guy looks like an ex-cop trying to pass for smart.”When he pressed END, terminating the call, Ethan was surprised that he had managed to sound OUR LADY OF ANGELS HOSPITAL WAS A TALL white structure with ziggurat-style step-backs in its higher floors, crowned with a series of diminishing plinths that supported a final column. Aglow in the storm, a dome light capped the high column and was itself surmounted by a radio mast with a winking red aircraft-warning beaconentirely normal.His hands no longer trembled, but cold greasy fear still crawled [43] restlessly through every turning of his guts. In the rearview mirror, his eyes weren’t entirely familiar to him.Ethan engaged the windshield wipers. He drove out of the Palomar Laboratories parking lot.In the witches’ cauldron of the sky, late-morning light brewed into a thick gloom more suitable to a winter dusk.Most drivers had switched on their headlights. Bright phantom serpents wriggled across the wet black pavement.With an hour and fifteen minutes to kill before lunch, Ethan decided to pay a visit to the living dead.

Salvador Dali Dali at the Age of Six painting

2008-12-08T00:44:00.001-08:00

Salvador Dali Dali at the Age of Six paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Frosty Morning paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Whitby paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Weymouth Dorsetshire painting
feathered arrows. Many whined overhead or struck the water nearby; but there were no more hits. It was dark, but not too dark for the night-eyes of Orcs, and in the star-glimmer they must have offered their cunning foes some mark, unless it was that the grey cloaks Of Lórien and the grey timber of the elf-wrought boats defeated the malice of the archers of Mordor.Stroke by stroke they laboured on. In the darkness it was hard to be sure that they were indeed moving at all; but slowly the swirl of the water grew less, and the shadow of the eastern bank faded back into the night. At last, as far as they shape swerved. There was a harsh croaking scream, as it fell out of the air, vanishing down into the gloom of the eastern shore. The sky was clean again. There was a tumult of many voices far away, cursing and wailing in the darkness, and then silence. Neither shaft nor cry came again from the east that night.After a while Aragorn led the boats . `The Moon's the same in the Shire and in Wilderland, or it ought to be. But either it's out of its running, or I'm all wrong in my reckoning. You'll remember, Mr. Frodo, the Moon was waning as we lay on the flet up in that tree: a week from the full, I reckon. And we'd been a week on the way last night, when up pops a New Moon as thin as a nail-paring, as if we had never stayed no time in the Elvish country.

George Frederick Watts Watts Hope painting

2008-12-05T00:43:00.000-08:00

George Frederick Watts Watts Hope paintingAlbert Bierstadt In the Mountains painting
Legolas, becoming angry in his turn.`Now let us cry: "a plague on the stiff necks of Elves!"' said Aragorn. `But the Company shall all fare alike. Come, bind our eyes Haldir! '`I shall claim full amends for every fall and stubbed toe, if you do not lead us well,' said Gimli as they bound a cloth about his eyes.'You will have no claim,' said Haldir. `I shall lead you well, and the paths are smooth and straight.'`Alas for the folly of these days! ' said Legolas. 'Here all are enemies of the one Enemy, and yet I must walk blind, while the sun is merry in the woodland under leaves of gold! '`Folly it may seem,' said Haldir. 'Indeed in nothing is the power of the Dark Lord more clearly
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Gimli laughed suddenly. `A merry troop of fools we shall look! Will Haldir lead us all on a string, like many blind beggars with one dog? But I will be content, if only Legolas here shares my blindness.'`I am an Elf and a kinsman here,' said shown than in the estrangement that divides all those who still oppose him. Yet so little faith and trust do we find now in the world beyond Lothlórien, unless maybe in Rivendell, that we dare not by our own trust endanger our land. We live now upon an island amid many perils, and our hands are more often upon the bowstring than upon the harp.`The rivers long defended us, but they are a sure guard no more for the Shadow has crept northward all about us. Some speak of departing, yet for that it already seems too late. The mountains to the west are

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival I painting

2008-12-03T23:33:00.000-08:00

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival I paintingThomas Kinkade The Spirit of New York painting
had been broken to him, as soon as he woke in the late afternoon. 'All because of a pack of crows! I had looked forward to a real good meal tonight: something hot.'`Well, you can go on looking forward,' said Gandalf. `There may be many unexpected feasts strange lands seemed so vast that he was quite out of his reckoning.All that day the Company remained in hiding. The dark birds passed over now and again; but as
Thomas Kinkade Stairway to Paradise paintingThomas Kinkade Spirit of Christmas painting
westering Sun grew red they disappeared southwards. At dusk the Company set out, and turning now half east they steered their course towards Caradhras, which far away still glowed faintly red in the last light of the vanished Sun. One by one white stars sprang forth as the sky faded.
ahead for you. For myself I should like a pipe to smoke in comfort, and warmer feet. However, we are certain of one thing at any rate: it will get warmer as we get south.''Too warm, I shouldn't wonder,' muttered Sam to Frodo. 'But I'm beginning to think it's time we got a sight of that Fiery Mountain and saw the end of the Road, so to speak. I thought at first that this here Redhorn, or whatever its name is, might be it, till Gimli spoke his piece. A fair jaw-cracker dwarf-language must be!' Maps conveyed nothing to Sam's mind, and all distances in these

Waterhouse Sweet Nothings

2008-12-02T23:06:00.001-08:00

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am not a Black Rider, Sam,' he said gently, 'nor in league with them. I have been trying to discover something of their movements; but I have found nothing. I cannot think why they have gone and do not attack again. But there is no feeling of their presence anywhere at hand.'When he heard what Frodo had to tell, he became full of concern, and shook his head and sighed. Then he ordered Pippin and Merry to heat as much water as they a deadly wound that will subdue him to their will. We shall see!' Sam choked with tears. 'Don't despair!' said Strider. 'You must trust me now. Your Frodo is made of sterner stuff than I had guessed, though Gandalf hinted that it might prove so. He is not slain, and I think he will resist the evil power of the wound longer than his enemies expect. I will do all I can to help and heal him. Guard him well, while I am away!' He hurried off and disappeared again into the darkness.could in their small kettles, and to bathe the wound with it. 'Keep the fire going well, and keep Frodo warm!' he said. Then he got up and walked away, and called Sam to him. 'I think I understand things better now,' he said in a low voice. 'There seem only to have been five of the enemy. Why they were not all here, I don't know; but I don't think they expected to be resisted. They have drawn off for the time being. But not far, I fear. They will come again another night, if we cannot escape. They are only waiting, because they think that their purpose is almost accomplished, and that the Ring cannot fly much further. I fear, Sam, that they believe your master has

Neiman Tournament Golf

2008-12-01T22:02:00.000-08:00

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? That can soon be mended. I know the tune for him. Old grey Willow-man! I’ll freeze his marrow cold, if he don’t behave himself. I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away. Old Man Willow!’ Setting down his lilies carefully on the grass, he ran to the tree. There he saw Merry’s feet still sticking out - the rest had already been drawn further inside. Tom put his mouth to the crack and began suddenly widening crack.There was a tearing creak and the other crack split open, and out of it Pippin sprang, as if he had been kicked. Then with a loud snap both cracks closed fast again. A shudder ran through the tree from root to tip, and complete silence fell.‘Thank you!’ said the hobbits, one after the other.Tom Bombadil burst out laughing. ‘Well, my little fellows!’ said he, stooping so that he peered into their faces. ‘You shall me! The table is all laden with yellow creamsinging into it in a low voice. They could not catch the words, but evidently Merry was aroused. His legs began to kick. Tom sprang away, and breaking off a hanging branch smote the side of the willow with it. ‘You let them out again, Old Man Willow!’ he said. ‘What be you a-thinking of? You should not be waking. Eat earth! Dig deep! Drink water! Go to sleep! Bombadil is talking!’ He then seized Merry’s feet and drew him out of the

Van Gogh Two Little Girls

2008-12-01T00:56:00.000-08:00

Van Gogh Two Little GirlsVan Gogh The Seine with the Pont de la Grand JatteVan Gogh The Prison CourtyardVan Gogh The Italian Woman
kind to a poor old hobbit!’ laughed Frodo. ‘I shall be as thin as a willow-wand, I’m sure, before I get to Buckland. But I was talking nonsense. I suspect you have taken more than your share, Sam, and I shall look from the Brandywine Bridge; they were now in the Tookland and bending south-eastwards they made for the Green Hill Country. As they began to climb its first slopes they looked back and saw the lamps in Hobbiton far off twinkling in the gentle valley of the Water. Soon it disappeared in the folds of the darkened land, and was followed by Bywater beside its grey pool. When the light of the last farm was far behind, peeping among the trees, Frodo turned and waved a hand in farewell.into it at our next packing.’ He picked up his stick again. ‘Well, we all like walking in the dark,’ he said, ‘so let’s put some miles behind us before bed.’For a short way they followed the lane westwards. Then leaving it they turned left and took quietly to the fields again. They went in single file along hedgerows and the borders of coppices, and night fell dark about them. In their dark cloaks they were as invisible as if they all had magic rings. Since they were all hobbits, and were trying to be silent, they made no noise that even hobbits would hear. Even the wild things in the fields and woods hardly noticed their passing.After some time they crossed the Water, west of Hobbiton, by a narrow plank-bridge. The stream was there no more than a winding black ribbon, bordered with leaning alder-trees. A mile or two further south they hastily crossed the great road

cashew fruits

2008-11-28T22:03:00.000-08:00

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

Shotwells MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE

2008-11-27T22:10:00.000-08:00

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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.

Felisky Rose Around The Door

2008-11-27T00:43:00.000-08:00

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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.

Cole The Past

2008-11-26T00:55:00.000-08:00

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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

Inness The Sun Shower

2008-11-24T21:12:00.000-08:00

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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!"

　　

Renoir Guitar Lesson

2008-11-23T20:04:00.001-08:00

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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,

Guercino The Patron Saints of Modena

2008-11-21T21:30:00.000-08:00

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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."

　　　"

Monsted A Boat Moored On A Quiet Lak

2008-11-20T23:36:00.000-08:00

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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.

Li-Leger 42 Views of my Garden

2008-11-19T21:51:00.000-08:00

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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."

O'Keeffe Radiator Building With Logo

2008-11-18T21:47:00.000-08:00

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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

Raphael The Holy Family painting

2008-11-17T19:38:00.000-08:00

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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."