Waterhouse Jason and Medea

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was approved by the Gaffer, though it did not console him for the prospect of having Lobelia as a neighbour.‘Our last meal at Bag End!’ said Frodo, pushing back his chair. They left the washing up for Lobelia. Pippin follow me.’ He turned to go back, and then slopped, for he heard voices, just round the corner by the end of Bagshot Row. One voice was certainly the old Gaffer’s; the other was strange, and somehow unpleasant. He could not make out what it said, but he heard the Gaffer’s and Sam strapped up their three packs and piled them in the porch. Pippin went out for a last stroll in the . Sam disappeared.The sun went down. Bag End seemed sad and gloomy and dishevelled. Frodo wandered round the familiar rooms, and saw the light of the sunset fade on the walls, and shadows creep out of the corners. It grew slowly dark indoors. He went out and walked down to the gate at the bottom of the path, and then on a short way down the Hill Road. He half expected to see Gandalf come striding up through the dusk.The sky was clear and the stars were growing bright. ‘It’s going to be a fine night,’ he said aloud. ‘That’s good for a beginning. I feel like walking. I can’t bear any more hanging about. I am going to start, and Gandalf must

Turner Virginia Water

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Shotwells TWILIGHT MEADOW

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look. "Not what he could do to me magically. I knew that we were evenly matched, perhaps that I was a shade more skillful. It was the truth I feared. You see, I never knew which of us, in that last, horrific fight, had actually cast the curse that killed my sister. You may call me cowardly: You would be right, Harry. I dreaded beyond all things the knowledge that it had been I who brought about her death, not merely through my arrogance and stupidity, but that I 　　Another silence. Harry did not ask whether Dumbledore had ever found out who struck Ariana dead. He did not want to know, and even less did he want Dumbledore to have to tell him. At last he knew what Dumbledore would have seen when he looked in the mirror of Erised, and why Dumbledore had been so understanding of the fascination it had exercised over

　　　"I think he knew it, I think he knew what frightened me. I delayed meeting him until finally, it would have been too shameful to resist any longer. People were dying and he seemed unstoppable, and I had to do what I could.

"Well, you know what happened next. I won the duel. I won the wand."

　

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whipping around him, and his face was illuminated from below in the light cast by his wand.

"Well, Severus? What message does Lord Voldemort have for me?"
"What request could a Death Eater make of me?" "The – the prophecy…the prediction…Trelawney…" "Ah, yes," said Dumbledore. "How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort?"
"No – no message – I'm here on my own account!"

　　　Snape was wringing his hands. He looked a little mad, with his straggling black hair flying around him.

"I – I come with a warning – no, a request – please – "

　　　Dumbledore flicked his wand. Though leaves and branches still flew through the night air around them, silence fell on the spot where he and Snape faced each other.

Gerome Pigmaliao e Galateia

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We shall meet you and your Ravenclaws in the Great Hall, Filius!" said Professor McGonagall, beckoning to Harry and Luna to follow her.

They had just reached the door when Slughorn rumbled into speech.
sabotage our resistance or take up arms against us within this castle, then, Horace, we duel to kill." "Minerva!" he said, aghast.
　　　"My word," he puffed, pale and sweaty, his walrus mustache aquiver. "What a to-do! I'm not at all sure whether this is wise, Minerva. He is bound to find a way in, you know, and anyone who has tried to delay him will be in the most grievous peril---"

　　　"I shall expect you and the Slytherins in the Great Hall in twenty minutes also." said Professor McGonagall. "If you wish to leave with your students, we shall not stop you. But if any of you attempt to

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around properly, he recognized many familiar faces. Both Patil twins were there, as were Terry Boot, Ernie Macmillan, Anthony Goldstein, and Michael Corner.

　　　"Tell us what you've been up to, though," said Ernie. "There've been so many rumors, we've been trying to keep up with you on Potterwatch." He pointed at the wireless. "You didn't break into Gringotts?"
　　Before any of them could parry the question with one of their own, Harry felt a terrible, scorching pain in the lightning scar. As he turned his back hastily on the curious and delighted faces, the Room of Requirement vanished, and he was standing inside a ruined stone shack, and the rotting floorboards
"They did!" said Neville. "And the dragon's true too!"

There was a smattering of applause and a few whoops; Ron took a bow.

"What were you after?" asked Seamus eagerly.

　

Renoir The Canoeists' Luncheon

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We have instructions," he said with a bow to Hermione. "Forgive me, Madam, but there have been special orders regarding the vault of Lestrange."

He whispered urgently in Bogrod's ear, but the Imperiused goblin shook him off.
rough stone passageway beyond, which was lit with flaming torches. 　　　"We're in trouble; they suspect," said Harry as the door slammed behind them and he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak. Griphook jumped
　　　"I am aware of the instructions, Madam Lestrange wishes to visit her vault … Very old family … old clients … This way, please … "

　　　And, still clanking, he hurried toward one of the many doors leading off the hall. Harry looked back at Travers , who was still rooted to the spot looking abnormally vacant, and made his decision. With a flick of his wand he made Travers come with them, walking meekly in their wake as they reached the door and passed into the

Chaplin Two Girls Bathing

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Ollivander looked terrified.

　　　"He tortured me, you must understand that! The Cruciatus Curse, I – I had no choice but to tell him what I knew, what I guessed!"
Ollivander shook his head slowly as he had just nodded. 　　　"I had . . . never heard of such a thing. Your wand performed something unique that night. The connection of the twin cores is incredibly
　　　"I understand," said Harry. "You told him about the twin cores? You said he just had to borrow another wizard's wand?"

　　　Ollivander looked horrified, transfixed, by the amount that Harry knew. He nodded slowly.

　　　"But it didn't work," Harry went on. "Mine still beat the borrowed wand. Do you know why that is?"

Dawson The Glorious Sea

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Probably to show the Poisoning Department at St. Mungo's," said Ron under his breath.

　　　Harry waited until they could hear Xenophilius moving about in the kitchen downstairs before speaking.

"What do you think?" he asked Hermione.

　　　"Oh, Harry," she said wearily, "it's a pile of utter rubbish. This can't be what the sign really means. This must just be his weird take on it. What a waste of time."

"I s'pose this is the man who brought us Crumple-Horned Snorkacks," said Ron.

"You didn't believe it either?" Harry asked him.

　　　"Nah, that story's just one of those things you tell kids to teach them lessons, isn't it? 'Don't go looking for trouble, don't go pick fights, don't go messing around with stuff that's best left alone! Just keep your head down, you'll be okay. Come to think of it," Ron added, "maybe that story's why elder wands are supposed to be unlucky."

Li-Leger Iris Sunrise

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deepened with the passing hours until it was virtually impenetrable. He was on the point of taking out the Marauder's Map, so as to watch Ginny's dot for a while, before he remembered that it was the Christmas be back at the Burrow.
Several times he jerked upright, his neck aching because he had fallen asleep, slumped at an awkward angle against the side of the tent. The night
　　　Every tiny movement seemed magnified in the vastness of the forest. Harry knew that it must be full of living creatures, but he wished they would all remain still and silent so that he could separate their innocent scurryings and prowlings from noises that might proclaim other, sinister movements. He remembered the sound of a cloak slithering over dead leaves many years ago, and at once thought he heard it again before mentally shaking himself. Their protective enchantments had worked for weeks; why should they break now? And yet he could no throw off the feeling that something was different tonight

Rothko Old Gold over White 1956

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that had actually weighed on his heart and lungs.

　　　The headstone was only two rows behind Kendra and Ariana's. It was made of white marble, just like Dumbledore's tomb, and this made it easy to read, as it seemed to shine in the dark. Harry did not need to kneel or even approach very close to it to make out the words engraved upon it.
Harry read the words slowly, as though he would have only one chance to take in their meaning, and he read the last of them aloud. 　　　"'The last enemy that shall be defeated is death' . . ." A horrible thought came to him, and with a kind of panic. "Isn't that a Death Eater
JAMES POTTER LILY POTTER

BORN 27 MARCH 1960 BORN 30 JANUARY 1960

DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981 DIED 31 OCTOBER 1981

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

　　　

Pablo Picasso Le Moulin de la Galette painting

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As he had expected, she jumped so violently she nearly overturned the bottle of ink with which she was supposed to be recording the interview, but both Umbridge and Yaxley were concentrating upon Mrs. Cattermole, and this went unnoticed.
　　　"T-took?" sobbed Mrs. Cattermole. "I didn't t-take it from anybody. I b-bought it when I was eleven years old. It – it – it – chose me." She cried harder than ever. 　　　Umbridge laughed a soft girlish laugh that made Harry want to attack
　　　"A wand was taken from you upon your arrival at the Ministry today, Mrs. Cattermole," Umbridge was saying. "Eight-and-three-quarter inches, cherry, unicorn-hair core. Do you recognize the description?"

Mrs. Cattermole nodded, mopping her eyes on her sleeve.

"Could you please tell us from which witch or wizard you took that wand?"

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present themselves for interview by the newly appointed Muggle-born Registration Commission.'"

"People won't let this happen," said Ron.

　　　"It is happening, Ron," said Lupin. "Muggle-borns are being rounded up as we speak."

　　　"But how are they supposed to have ‘stolen' magic?" said Ron. "It's mental, if you could steal magic there wouldn't be any Squibs, would there?"

　　　"I know," said Lupin. "Nevertheless, unless you can prove that you have at least one close Wizarding relative, you are now deemed to have obtained your magical power illegally and must suffer the punishment

Peter Paul Rubens The Crucified Christ painting

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It's fine, I understand," said Harry, speaking more to Lupin than Tonks. Lupin gave him a swift smile, but as they turned away Harry saw Lupin's face fall again into lines of misery. While Mr. Weasley repaired the damage and Hagrid shouted apologies to anybody who would listen, Harry hurried back to the entrance to find Ron face-to-face with a most eccentric-looking wizard. Slightly cross-eyed, with shoulder-length white hair the texture of candyfloss, he wore a cap whose tassel dangled in front of his nose and robes of an eye-watering shade of egg-yolk yellow. An odd symbol, rather like a triangular eye, glistened from a golden chain around his neck.He did not understand it, but there was no time to dwell on the matter. Hagrid was causing a certain amount of disruption. Having misunderstood Fred's directions as he had sat himself, not upon the magically enlarged and reinforced seat set aside for him in the back row, but on five sets that now resembled a large pile of golden matchsticks.

　　　

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Once we've left, the ghoul's going to come and live down here in my room," said Ron. "I think he's really looking forward to it – well, it's hard to tell, because all he can do is moan and drool – but he nods a lot when you mention it. Anyway, he's going to be me with spattergroit. Good, eh?"

Harry merely looked his confusion.

　　　"It is!" said Ron, clearly frustrated that Harry had not grasped the brilliance of the plan. "Look, when we three don't turn up at Hogwarts again, everyone's going to think Hermione and I must be with you, right? Which means the Death Eaters will go straight for our families to see if they've got information on where you are."

　　　"But hopefully it'll look like I've gone away with Mum and Dad; a lot of Muggle-borns are talking about going into hiding at the moment," said Hermione.

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Some self-evident connections not studied by the authors were the relationshi between children`s food choices, poor nutrition, and a sedentary lifestyle. For parents, exploring this link could mean the difference between a lifestyle change and the disappearance of symptoms, or the life-long addiction to chronic medications to treat common symptoms of a modern lifestyle.
Let`s hope the authors investigate further.
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The data used for the study came from prescription claims from over three and a half million children aged 5 to 19, and did not try to link obesity and chronic medication use. With obesity in kids now reaching epidemic proportions in the US, and the number of overweight children doubling in the last two to three decades, the association between obesity and the need for prescription medications was an obvious connection not explored in this study.The authors cited the need for further research into the reasons behind the increases. They stated that it is unknown whether the growth is attributable to a greater awareness of issues and more screening of children, an increase in risk factors, or a greater willingness by doctors to use drug therapy in children.

Edward Hopper Morning Sun painting

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there many years. I was doorman at Claridge's Hotel." _Oh? Really? How interesting_. The man wanted to make small--talk! Salahuddin was appalled. _That's my father, don't you understand?_ "These garments," the mullah asked, indicating Changez's last kurta-- pajama outfit, the one which the hospital staff had cut open to get at his chest. "You have need of them?" _No, no. Take them. Please_. "You are very kind." Small pieces of black cloth were being stuffed into Changez's mouth and under his eyelids. "This cloth has been to Mecca," the mullah said. _Get it out!_ "I don't understand. It is holy fabric." _You heard me: out, out_. "May God have mercy on your soul."
And:
The bier, strewn with flowers, like an outsize baby's cot.
The body, wrapped in white, with sandalwood shavings, for fragrance, scattered all about it.
More flowers, and a green silken covering with Quranic verses

Thomas Gainsborough The Blue Boy painting

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whereupon the Station Head Officer had them arrested and in jail in two minutes flat.
"Ayesha, daughter," Srinivas said aloud to the empty air, "what the hell happened to you?"
During the heat of the day the pilgrims rested in whatever shade they could find. Srinivas wandered among them in a kind of daze, filled up with emotion, realizing that a great unaccountably arrived. His eyes kept searching out the transformed figure of Ayesha the seer, who was resting in the shade of a pipal-tree in the company of Mishal Akhtar, her mother Mrs. Qureishi, and the lovesick Osman with his bullock. Eventually Srinivas bumped into the zamindar Mirza Saeed, who was stretched out on the back seat of his Mercedes-- Benz, unsleeping, a man in torment. Srinivas spoke to him with a humbleness born of his wonderment. "Sethji, you don't believe in the girl?"
"Srinivas," Mirza Saeed sat up to reply, "we are modern men. We know, for

Edward Hopper Pont du Carrousel in the Fog painting

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stone's throw from the great stadium surrounded by imperial echoes -- Empire Way, the Empire Pool -- of more than a hundred delegates, all tracing their ancestry back to a single, small Goan village. -- "We Londoners can be proud of our hospitality," he'd told Pamela, and she, giggling helplessly, took him to see the Buster Keaton movie of that name, in which the comedian, arriving at the end of an absurd railway line, gets a murderous reception. In those days they had enjoyed living within him" to have been "made, shaped and quickened" by his encounter with this islet of sensibility, surrounded by the cool sense of the sea. -- Of material things, he had given his love to this city, London, preferring it to the city of his birth or to any other; had been creeping up on it, stealthily, with mounting excitement, freezing into a statue when it looked in his direction, dreaming worth the total output of any other dramatist in any other language, and though he was conscious of hyperbole, he didn't think the exaggeration very great

Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect Day III painting

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before this false prophet, this Dajjal? Can honour be expected of a man who is preparing to storm the city of his birth? Can compromise be hoped for from the uncompromising, pity from the pitiless? We are the mighty of Jahilia, and our goddesses, glorious in battle, will prevail." She commands them to fight in the name of Al-Lat. But the people begin to leave. kind of sleep, or madness. Now the Grandee has awakened them from that sleep; they stand disoriented, rubbing their eyes, unable to believe at first -- if we are so mighty, how then have we fallen so fast, so utterly? -- and then belief comes, and shows them
Husband and wife stand on their balcony, and the people see them plain. For so long the city has used these two as its mirrors; and because, of late, Jahilians have preferred Hind's images to the greying Grandee, they are suffering, now, from profound shock. A people that has remained convinced of its greatness and invulnerability, that has chosen to believe such a myth in the face of all the evidence, is a people in the grip of a

heda Still Life painting

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preferred the neutral phrase to the more loaded _visions_ -- by which she'd been plagued ever since her decision to scorn oxygen cylinders and conquer Chomolungma on lung power alone. The effort of raising him, slinging his arm around her shoulders and half-carrying him to her flat -- more than half, if the truth be told -- fully persuaded her that he was no chimera, but heavy flesh and blood. Her feet stung her all the way and the pain reawakened all the resentments she'd stifled when she thought him dead. What was she supposed to do with him now, the lummox, sprawled out across her bed? God, but she'd forgotten what a sprawler the man was, how during the night he colonized your side of the bed and denuded you entirely of bedclothes. But other sentiments, too, had re-emerged, and these won the day; for here he was, sleeping beneath her protection, the abandoned hope: at long last, love.
He slept almost round the clock for a week, waking up only to satisfy the minimum requirements of hunger and hygiene, saying almost nothing. His

Edward Hopper Queensborough Bridge painting

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husband of no account, whereas before she could bask in his dignified position? Where was the pride in being made to work for her living, for his living, whereas before she could sit at home in much-befitting pomp? -- And she knew, how could she not, the sadness beneath his bonhomie, and that, too, was a defeat; never before had she felt so inadequate as a wife, for what kind of a Mrs. is it that cannot cheer up her man, but must observe the counterfeit of and make do, as if it were the genuine McCoy? -- Plus also: they had come into a demon city in which anything could happen, your windows shattered in the middle of the night without any cause, you were knocked over in the street by invisible hands, in the shops you heard such abuse you felt like your ears would drop off but when you turned in the direction of the words you saw only empty air and smiling faces, and every day you heard about this boy, that girl, beaten up by ghosts. -- Yes, a land of

Henri Rousseau Boy on the Rocks painting

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trust the Book; shred the papers and hear the Word, as it was revealed by the Angel Gibreel to the Messenger Mahound and explicated by your interpreter and Imam. "Ameen," Bilal said, concluding the night's proceedings. While, in his sanctum, the Imam sends a message of his own: and summons, conjures up, the archangel, Gibreel.
o o o
He sees himself in the dream: no angel to look at, just a man in his ordinary street clothes, Henry Diamond's posthumous handme-downs: gabardine and trilby over outsize trousers held up by braces, a fisherman's woollen pullover, billowy white shirt. This dream-Gibreel, so like the waking one, stands quaking in the sanctum of the Imam, whose eyes are white as clouds.
Gibreel speaks querulously, to hide his fear.
"Why insist on archangels? Those days, you should know, are gone."
The Imam closes his eyes, sighs. The carpet extrudes long hairy