Jean-Leon Gerome Paintings 100222

Jack Vettriano Cleo and the Boys II

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

Jack Vettriano Cleo and the Boys IIJack Vettriano Candy and Mr SmithJack Vettriano Cafe Days
'Dere's dat word again,' said Cliff. 'The Musicians' Guild'll be right on our necks.'
'Not this place,' said Dibbler. 'Guaranteed.'
'Where is it, then?' said Glod.
'Are you ready for this?'
They blinked at him. Dibbler beamed, and blew a cloud of greasy smoke.
'The Cavern!'
The beat went on . . .
Of course, there are bound to be a few mutations . . .
Gortlick and sat either side of an anvil and wrote popular songs to mine along to.
'Gort?'
'What?'
'What do you think of this one?'
Hammerjug cleared his throat.
'I'm mean and turf and I'm mean and turf andHammerjug were songwriters, and fully paid‑up members of the Guild. They wrote dwarf songs for all occasions.Some people say this is not hard to do so long as you can remember how to spell 'Gold', but this is a little bit cynical. Many dwarf on the lines of 'Gold, gold, gold' but it's all in the inflexion; dwarfs have thousands of words for 'gold' but will use any of them in an emergency, such as when they see some gold that doesn't belong to them.They had a small office in Tin Lid Alley, where they

Jack Vettriano The Road to Nowhere

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

Jack Vettriano The Road to NowhereJack Vettriano The Remains of LoveJack Vettriano The Red Room
crepe,' said the Dean. 'It's got a little pointy thingy over the–'
Ridcully breathed heavily. 'When your boots change by themselves–' he growled.
'There's magic.
'What's this?' he said.
'Four‑four time?' said the Dean.
'Music ain't magic,' said Ridcully. 'Don't be daft. Music's just twanging and banging and–’
He stopped.
'Has anyone got anything they should be telling me?' afoot?''Haha, good one, Senior Wrangler,' said the Dean.'I want to know what's going on,' said Ridcully, in a low and level voice, 'and if you don't all shut up there will be trouble.'He reached into the pockets of his robe and, after a few false starts, produced a pocket thaumometer. He held it up. There was always a high level of background magic in the University, but the little needle was on the 'Normal' mark. On average, anyway. It was ticking backwards and forwards across it like a metronome.Ridcully held it up so they could all see

Alphonse Maria Mucha Spring

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

Alphonse Maria Mucha SpringAlphonse Maria Mucha JOBAlphonse Maria Mucha GismondaPierre Auguste Renoir The Umbrellas
lot of knowledge is a dangerous thing ' said the skull. 'A lot more dangerous than just a little. I always used to say that, when I was the power of belief, or at least about the power of belief in a combination of high magical potential and low reality stability such as existed on the Discworld.
Belief makes a hollow place. Something has to roll in to fill it.
Which is not to say that belief denies logic. For example, it's fairly obvious that the Sandman needs only a small sack.
On the Discworld, he doesn't bother to take the sand out first.
It was almost midnight.
Susan crept into the stables. She was one of those people who will not leave alive.''When was that, exactly?''Can't remember. I think I was pretty knowledgeable. Probably a teacher or philosopher, something of that kidney. And now I'm on a bench with a bird crapping on my head.''Very allegorical,' said the raven.No‑one had taught Susan about

Edward Hopper Night Windows

2009-05-08T01:44:00.000-07:00

Edward Hopper Night WindowsEdward Hopper Lighthouse HillEdward Hopper Hotel RoomEdward Hopper Hotel Lobby
more interest in these things, he'd realized the role people seemed to think that colour played in concepts like, for example, roses. But he'd made them black. He liked black. It went with anything. It went with everything, sooner or later.
The humans he'd SORRY. I WAS THINKING. WHAT WAS IT YOU SAID?
'Camomile tea?'
I THOUGHT THAT WAS A KIND OF SOAP.
'You can put it in soap or tea, sir,' said Albert. He was worried. He was known ‑ and there had been a few ‑ had responded to the impossible size of the rooms in a strange way, by simply ignoring them.Take Albert, now. The big door had opened, Albert had stepped through, carefully balancing a cup and saucer . . .. . . and a moment later had been well inside the room, on the edge of the relatively small square of carpet that surrounded Death's desk. Death gave up wondering how Albert covered the intervening space when it dawned on him that, to his servant, there was no intervening space . . .'I've brought you some camomile tea, sir,' said Albert.HMM?'Sir?'

Jean Beraud The Theatre des Varietes

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

Jean Beraud The Theatre des VarietesJean Beraud Symphony in Red and GoldJean Beraud Pont des artsJean Beraud Leaving La Madeleine Paris
they chase us if we sneak off now?' she said.
'Don't think so. Meeting's over, see?'
'Come on, then.'even have a word for wolves! It's not like that. Names are human things.'
'Dogs have got names. I've got a name. Gaspode. 'S'my name,' said Gaspode, a shade sullenly.
'Well . . . I can't explain why,' said Angua. 'But wolves don't have names.'They sauntered into an alley and, when they were sure they hadn't been noticed, ran like hell.'Good grief,' said Angua, when they had put several streets between them and the crowd of dogs. 'He's mad, isn't he?''No, mad's when you froth at the mouf,' said Gaspode. 'He's insane. That's when you froth at the brain.'All that stuff about wolves—''I suppose a dog's got a right to dream,' said Gaspode.'But wolves aren't like that! They don't even have names!''Everyone's got a name.''Wolves haven't. Why should they? They know who they are, and they know who the rest of the pack are. It's all . . . an image. Smell and feel and shape. Wolves don't

William Beard So You Wanna Get Married

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

William Beard So You Wanna Get MarriedWilliam Beard Phantom CraneWilliam Beard OwlsWilliam Beard Majestic Stag
was aware of a sudden drop in temperature.
'I shouldn't think so,' said Carrot, slowly. 'She's only nine years old.' .
One of his hands gripped her wrist tightly and the other prised the book out of her fingers.
'Hey, let go!'
'Sergeant!' 'Mrs Maroon?'
'That's Sergeant Maroon's widow, she sells coal in—'
'How about Annabel Curry?'
'She still goes to the Spiteful Sisters of Seven-Handed Sek Charity School, doesn't she?' Colon smiled nervously at Angua, still not sure of what was happening. 'She's the daughter of Corporal Curry, shouted Carrot, over his shoulder, 'can you come up here a moment?'Angua tried to pull away. Carrot's arm was as immovable as an iron bar.There was the creak of Colon's foot on the stair, and the door swung open.He was holding a very small cup in a pair of tongs.'Nobby got the coff—' he began, and stopped.'Sergeant,' said Carrot, staring into Angua's face, 'Lance-Constable Angua wants to know about Mrs Gaskin.''Old Leggy Gaskin's widow? She lives in Mincing Street.''And Mrs Scurrick?''In Treacle Street? Takes in laundry now.' Sergeant Colon looked from one to the other, trying to get a handle on the situation.

Camille Pissarro Still Life

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

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afraid so. Haul it out, find out who he was, make out a report for Sergeant Colon.'
The corpse was a clown. Once Carrot had climbed down the pile and moved the debris aside, he floated face up, a big sad grin painted on his face.
'He's dead!'
'Catching, isn't it?'
Vimes looked at the grinning corpse. Don't investigate. Keep out of it. Leave it to the Assassins and bloody Quirke. These are your orders.
'Corporal Carrot?'
'Sir?'
These are your orders . . .
Well, damn thatwho, we fished out of the river last night but, we don't know who he is except he is a member of the Fools' Guild called Beano. He has been seriously hit on the back of the head and has been stuck under the bridge for some time, he is not a Pretty sight. Captain Vimes says to find out things. He says he thinks it is mixed up with the Murder of Mr Hammerhock. He says talk to the Fools. He says Do It. Also please find attached Piece of Paper. Captain Vimes says, try it out on the Alchemists—'. What did Vetinari think he was? Some kind of clockwork soldier?'We're going to find out what's been going on here.''Yes, sir!''Whatever else happens. We're going to find out.' The river Ankh is probably the only river in the universe on which the investigators can chalk the outline of the corpse. 'Dear Sgt Colon,'I hope you are well. The weather is Fine. This is a corpse

Vincent van Gogh Houses at Auvers

2009-04-27T23:51:00.001-07:00

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Morecombe had been the Ramkins' family solicitor for a long time. Centuries, in fact. He was a vampire.
Vimes disliked vampires. Dwarfs were law-abiding little buggers when they were sober, and even trolls were all right if you kept them The pearly dead eyes had watched Vimes carefully.
'Lady Sybil,' he said, 'owns approximately one-tenth of Ankh, and extensive properties in Morpork, plus of course considerable farm lands in—'
'But . . . but . . . we'll own them together . . .'where you could see them. But all the undead made his neck itch. Live and let live was all very well, but there was a problem right there, when you thought about it logically . . .Mr Morecombe was scrawny, like a tortoise, and very pale. It had taken him ages to come to the point, and when it came the point nailed Vimes to his chair.'How much?''Er. I believe I am right in saying the estate, including the farms, the areas of urban development, and the small area of unreal estate near the University, are together worth approximately . . . seven million dollars a year. Yes. Seven million at current valuation, I would say.''It's all mine?''From the hour of your wedding to Lady Sybil. Although she instructs me in this letter that you are to have access to all her accounts as of the present moment.'

Gustav Klimt Portrait of Adele Bloch (gold foil)

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

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Mum!”
Magrat tried to keep up with Nanny as she scurried through the castle.
“The wizard was right. She was dead, you know. I don’t blame you for hoping, but I can tell when people are dead.”
“No, you can’t. I remember a few years ago you came running down to my house in tears and it turned out she was just off Borrowing. That’s when she started using the sign.”
“But—““Oh dear, oh dear,” said Nanny, gazing at the solemn
tableau.
“Candles and lilies. I bet you pinched ‘em yourself, out
of the garden. And then you all shut her away indoors like
this.”“She wasn’t sure what was going to happen,” said Nanny. “That’s good enough for me.”“Nanny—““You never know until you look,” said Nanny Ogg, expounding her own Uncertainty Principle.Nanny kicked open the doors to the Great Hall.“What’s all this?”294LQRQ6 ftttO t.fiQ/£6Ridcully got up from his chair, looking embarrassed.“Well, it didn’t seem right to leave her all alone—“

Mark Spain Flamenco II

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

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There was about an inch of crossbow bolt sticking out of its eye. The feathers had been sheared off by its passage through the keyhole.
“Wow,” he said.
The armory door swung open, revealing nothing but darkness.
One of the “Yes.”
The elves on either side of the doorway nodded at each other.
“Please?” Magrat pleaded.
“Yes.”
Shawn groaned. If it had been Mum or Mistress Weather-wax, they’d have fought to the death. Mum was right—
Magrat always was the nice soft one .. .
. .. who’d just fired a crossbow through a keyhole.
Some eighth sense made Shawn shift his weight. If the elf relaxed his grip for just one second, Shawn was ready to stagger.
Magrat appeared in the doorway. She was carrying an ancient wooden box with the word “Candles” on the side in peeling paint.

Talantbek Chekirov Close Encounter

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

Talantbek Chekirov Close EncounterCassius Marcellus Coolidge WaterlooPino Morning Breeze
And mostly it was about the wedding. It’s different, for
royalty. For one thing, you’ve already got everything. The
traditional wedding list with the complete set of
Tupperware and and
swear, brothers who get belligerent after one drink, and
various people who Aren’t Talking to other people because
of What They Said About Our Sharon. Royalty has to dealthe twelve-piece dining set looks a bit outof place when you’ve already got a castle with so many fur-nished rooms that have been closed up for so long that thespiders have evolved into distinct species in accordancewith strict evolutionary principles. And you can’t simplymultiply it all up and ask for An Army in a Red and WhiteMotif to match the kitchen wallpaper. Royalty, when theymarry, either get very small things, like exquisitelyconstructed clockwork eggs, or large bulky items, likeduchesses.And then there’s the guest list. It’s bad enough at anordinary wedding, what with old relatives who dribble

Thomas Kinkade St. Nicholas Circle

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

Thomas Kinkade St. Nicholas CircleThomas Kinkade Silent NightThomas Kinkade Julianne's cottage
square. Not much happened in Lancre anyway, and a duel between witches was a sight worth seeing.
Granny Weatherwax arrived at a quarter to noon. Nanny Ogg was waiting on a bench by the tavern. She had a towel around her neck, and was carrying a bucket of water in which floated a sponge.
“What’s that for?” said Granny.
“Half time. And I done you a plate of oranges.”
She held up the plate. Granny snorted.
“You look as if you could do with eating something, any-way,” said Nanny. “You don’t look as if you’ve had anything today...”
She glanced down at Granny’s boots, and the grubby hem of her long black dress. There were scraps of bracken and bits of heather “You’d have talked me out of it.”
Nanny Ogg leaned forward.
“You all right, Esme?”
“Fine! I’m fine! Nothing wrong with me, all right?”caught on it.“You daft old besom!” she hissed. “What’ve you beendoing”“I had to—““You’ve been up at the Stones, haven’t you! Trying to hold back the Gentry.”“Of course,” said Granny. Her voice wasn’t faint. She wasn’t swaying. But her voice wasn’t faint and she wasn’t swaying. Nanny Ogg could see, because Granny Weatherwax’s body was in the grip of Granny Weatherwax’s mind.“Someone’s got to,” she added.“You could have come and asked me!”
“Have you had any sleep at all?” she said.

Unknown Artist Wave Rider

2009-04-16T23:14:00.000-07:00

Unknown Artist Wave RiderJohannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water JugJohannes Vermeer The Procuress
complete ignorance, and whose small reed boat had been in the path of the fleet and had got swept along. Since his tribe believed that there were only fifty-one people in the world, worshiped a giant newt, spoke a very personal language which no one else understood, and had never seen metal or fire before, he was spending a lot of time wearing a puzzled grin."Fella's just standing there," he said.
"Could be a spy," said Borvorius.
"Don't see how he could be a spy in his own country," said Argavisti. "Anyway, if he was a spy he'd be creepin' around. That's how you can tell."
The figure had stopped at the foot of the dunes. There was something about it that drew the eye. Argavisti had faced many an opposing army, and this was normal. One patiently waiting figure was not. He found he kept turning to Clearly they had reached a shore, not of proper mud and reeds, but of very small gritty bits. He lugged his little reed boat up the sand, and sat down with interest to see what the men in the feathery hats and shiny fish-scale vests were going to do next.General Argavisti scanned the beach."They must have seen us coming," he said. "So why would they let us establish a beachhead?"Heat haze wavered over the dunes. A dot appeared, growing and contracting in the shimmering air.More troops poured ashore.General Argavisti shaded his eyes against the sun.

Gustave Courbet Plage de Normandie

2009-04-15T23:47:00.000-07:00

Gustave Courbet Plage de NormandieThomas Kinkade Town SquareThomas Kinkade PARIS EIFFEL TOWER
Didactylos could feel the crowd. It filled the barn.
"How many are there?" he said.
"Hundreds!" said Urn. "They're even sitting on the rafters! And . . . master?"
"Yes?"
"There's even one or two priests! And dozens of soldiers!"
"Don't reason. Urn, come over here. There's a blacksmith I want you to meet-”
Didactylos turned his face to the crowd. He could feel the hot, hushed silence of their stares.

Each drop took minutes.
It was hypnotic. Brutha found himself staring at each developing drip. It was almost impossible to see it worry," said Simony, joining them on the makeshift platform made of fig barrels. "They are Turtle believers, just like you. We have friends in unexpected places!""But I don't-" Didactylos began, helplessly."There isn't anyone here who doesn't hate the Church with all their soul," said Simony."But that's not-”"They're just waiting for someone to lead them!""But I never-”"I know you won't let us down. You're a man of

Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect Day

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

Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect DayThomas Kinkade Beacon of hopeThomas Kinkade The Sea Of Tranquility
like a Number Nine pot and some string, please," said the old man.
"Yes sir, Mr. Legibus." The potter reached under his counter and pulled out a towel. The naked man took it in an absent-minded way. Brutha got the feeling that this had happened to both of them before.
"And a lever of infinite length and, um, an immovable place to stand," said Legibus, drying himself off.
"What you see , haven't we?" said the potter.
"I left my clothes in the bath?"
"I think you probably had an idea while you were in the bath?" prompted the potter.
"That's right! That's right! Got this splendid idea for moving the world around!" said Legibus. "Simple lever principle. Should work perfectly. It's just a matter of getting the technical details sorted out."
"That's nice. We can move somewhere warm for the winter," said the is what I got, sir. Pots and general household items, but a bit short on axiomatic mechanisms.""Well, have you got a piece of chalk?""Got some right here from last time," said the potter.The little naked man took the chalk and started to draw triangles on the nearest bit of wall. Then he looked down."Why haven't I got any clothes on?" he said."We've been having our bath again

Leonardo da Vinci The Madonna of the Carnation

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

Leonardo da Vinci The Madonna of the CarnationLeonardo da Vinci da Vinci Self PortraitRembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son
The Great God Om was upside down in a basket in one of the kitchens, half-buried under a bunch of herbs and some carrots.
An upturned tortoise will try to right itself firstly by sticking out its neck to its fullest extent and trying to use its head as Off to one side of the huge hearth, among various other blackened cauldrons, a small pot of water was already beginning to seethe.
"The worms of revenge to eat your blackened nostrils!" screamed Om, twitching his legs violently. The basket rocked.
A hairy hand reached in and removed the herbs.a lever. If this doesn't work it will wave its legs frantically, in case this will rock it upright.An upturned tortoise is the ninth most pathetic thing in the entire multiverse.An upturned tortoise who knows what's going to happen to it next is, well, at least up there at number four.The quickest way to kill a tortoise for the pot is to plunge it into boiling water.Kitchens and storerooms and craftsmen's workshops belonging to the Church's civilian population honeycombed the Citadel.[4] This was only one of them, a smoky-ceilinged cellar whose focal point was an arched fireplace. Flames roared up the flue. Turnspit dogs trotted in their treadmills. Cleavers rose and fell on the chopping blocks.

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkeys

2009-04-13T00:54:00.000-07:00

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Brutha hesitated. Someone had definitely spoken to him from out of the air. Perhaps it was a demon. Novice master Brother Nhumrod was hot on the subject of demons. Impure thoughts and demons. One led to the other. Brutha was uncomfortably aware that he was probably overdue a demon.
The thing to do was to be resolute and repeat the Nine Fundamental Aphorisms.
Once more the Great God Om spake unto Brutha, the Chosen One:
"Are you deaf, boy?"
The hoe

Many stories start long before they begin, and Brutha's story had its origins thousands of years before his birth.
There are billions of gods in the world. They swarm as thick as herring roe. Most of them thudded on to the baking soil. Brutha spun around. There were the bees, the eagle and, at the far end of the garden, old Brother Lu-Tze dreamily forking over the dung heap. The prayer mills whirled reassuringly along the walls.He made the sign with which the Prophet Ishkible had cast out spirits."Get thee behind me, demon," he muttered."I am behind you."Brutha turned again, slowly. The garden was still empty.He fled.

Thomas Gainsborough Evening Landscape Peasants and Mounted Figures

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

Thomas Gainsborough Evening Landscape Peasants and Mounted FiguresThomas Gainsborough Conversation in a ParkSandro Botticelli Madonna with the Child
Creosote swayed at him. 'Abrim does all the ruling, you see. Terrible hard work.'
'He's not,' said Rincewind, 'making a very good job of it just at present.'
And we'd sort of like to get away,' said Conina, who was still turning over the phrase about the goats.
'And I've got this geas,' said Nijel, glaring at Rincewind.
Creosote 'No,' said Rincewind, raising his hands protectively. 'Absolutely not. Don't even-’
'It belonged to my grandfather-’
'A real magic carpet?' said Nijel.patted him on the arm.'That's nice,' he said. 'Everyone should have a pet.'So if you happen to know if you own any stables or anything...' prompted Rincewind.'Hundreds,' said Creosote. 'I own some of the finest, most ... finest horses in the world.' His brow wrinkled. 'So they tell me.''But you wouldn't happen to know where they are?''Not as such,' the Seriph admitted. A random spray of magic turned the nearby wall into arsenic meringue.'I think we might have been better off in the snake pit,' said Rincewind, turning away.Creosote took another sorrowful glance at his empty wine bottle.'I know where there's a magic carpet,' he said.

Pino THE DANCER

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

Pino THE DANCERPino SWEET DREAMSPino SENSUALITY
' He picked up the hatbox.
Carding , very unpleasantly, back into his old familiar shape and age. There was something elastic about the way you were. The harder you threw it, the faster it came back. The worse it was when it hit, too. Spiked iron balls, broadswords and large heavy sticks with nails in were generally considered pretty fearsome weapons, but they were nothing at all compared to twenty years suddenly applied with considerable force to the back of the head.
This was because sourcery didn't seem to work on things that were instrinsically magicalcoughed into his drink. 'Don't put it away just yet,' he said, and took it out of the bursar's hands. 'I've always wanted to try this-’He turned to the big mirror on the bursar's wall and reverently lowered the hat on his rather grubby locks.It was the ending of the first day of the sourcery, and the wizards had managed to change everything except themselves.They had all tried, on the quiet and when they thought no-one else was looking. Even Spelter had a go, in the privacy of his study. He had managed to become twenty years younger with a torso you could crack rocks on, but as soon as he stopped concentrating he sagged

William Bouguereau Cupid and Psyche as Children

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

William Bouguereau Cupid and Psyche as ChildrenWilliam Bouguereau Charity
Thomas Kinkade Pinocchio Wishes Upon a Star
raised his hands, stared at Billias, and vanished him.
Pandemonium broke out, as it tends to on these occasions. In the centre of it stood Coin, totally composed, in a spreading to face his fellow mages.
There were six of them, and they were very worried.
They were so worried, Spelter noted, that they were listening to him, a mere fifth level wizard.
'He's gone to bed,' he said, 'with a hot milk drink.'
'Milk?' said one of the wizards, with tired horror in his voice.cloud of greasy smoke.Ignoring the tumult, Spelter bent down slowly and, with extreme care, picked a peacock feather off the floor. He rubbed it thoughtfully back and forth across his lips as he looked from the doorway to the boy to the vacant Archchancellor's chair, and his thin mouth narrowed, and he began to smile. An hour later, as thunder began to roll in the clear skies above the city, and Rincewind was beginning to sing gently and forget all about cockroaches, and a lone mattress was wandering the streets, Spelter shut the door of the Archchancellor's study and turned

Joseph Mallord William Turner Whitby

2009-04-07T00:09:00.000-07:00

Joseph Mallord William Turner WhitbyJoseph Mallord William Turner Caernarvon CastleJoseph Mallord William Turner The Slave Ship
and landed lightly on the crowd.
‘It’s never too late to have a good life.
And when no-one was looking, the last surviving trolley on the Discworld
rattled off sadly into the oblivion of the night, lost and alone. *

l It is generally thought, on those worlds where the mall lifeform has seeded, that people take the wire baskets away and leave them in strange and isolated places, so that squads of young men have to be employed to gather them together and wheel them back. This is exactly the opposite of the truth. In reality the men are hunters. stalking their rattling prey across the landscape, trapping them, breaking their spirit, taming them and herding them to a life of slavery. Possibly.not seeding, is it?’ said Reg Shoe.Windle grabbed one of the flakes. It was a crude rectangle, uneven and blotchy. It was just about possible, with a certain amount of imagination, to make out the words:C)OS ~I’~ ~o~~o Sae.v~3VQr~~hnia t7u~, O9 ,lc/ J o ‘No, ‘ said Windle. ‘Probably not.’He lay back and smiled. It was

Sung Kim Overlook Cafe II

2009-04-06T00:13:00.001-07:00

Sung Kim Overlook Cafe IISung Kim Overlook Cafe ISung Kim Escape
wizards watched open-mouthed. A stream of people were galloping after the trolleys. Slightly in the lead, elbows scything through the air, a desperate and determined woman pounded past the University gates. The mouth of an alleyway, saw them, turned smartly and shot off across the square. ‘But why?’ said Ridcully.
‘They’re so handy to put things in, right?’ said the man.’I got to get them peaches. You know how they bruise.’
‘And they’re all going in the same direction,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.’Anyone else notice that?’
‘After them!’ screamed the Dean. The other wizards, too bewildered to argueArchchancellor grabbed a heavy-set man who was lumbering along gamely at the back of the crowd.‘What happened?’‘I was just loading some peaches into that basket thing when it upped and ran away on me!’‘What about the child?’‘Search me. This woman had one of the baskets and she bought some peaches off of me an’ then -‘ They all turned. A basket rattled out of the

Andy Warhol Camouflage green yellow white

2009-04-02T23:22:00.000-07:00

Andy Warhol Camouflage green yellow whiteAndy Warhol Brooklyn BridgeAndy Warhol Banana
bowman in the entire history of toxophily; it had never occurred to anyone that putting arrows through the hats of bystanders behind him must logically take a lot more skill than merely sending them through a quite large target a mere fifty yards away.
It was amazing how many friends you could make by being bad at things. provided you were bad enough to be funny.
So he was allowed to sit on a bench outside the inn, with the old men. Next door, ?s~uks? poured from the chimney of the village smithy and spiralled up into the dusk. There was a ferocious hammering from behind its closed doors. They’re not supposed to walk around afterwards.’
HA. HA. HA. WILL YOU HARK AT THE CHILD.
‘Why are you walking around, then?’
Bill Door looked at the old men. They appeared engrossed in the sport.Bill Door wondered why the smithy was always shut. Most smiths worked with their doors open, so that their forge became an unofficial village meeting room. This one was keen on his work - ‘Hallo, skelington.’He swivelled round.The small child of the house was watching him with the most penetrating gaze he had ever seen.‘You are a skelington, aren’t you,’ she said. ‘l can tell, because of the bones.’YOU ARE MISTAKEN, SMALL CHILD.‘You are. People turn into skelingtons when they’re dead.
I’LL TELL YOU WHAT, he said desperately, IF YOU WILL

Salvador Dali Bacchanale

2009-04-02T00:55:00.000-07:00

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That’s right.’
‘The bogeyman?’
‘That’s right?’
‘Behind my door?’
‘That’s right.’
‘Why?’
‘ to find, Mr Poons.’

Windle sighed.’All right. The underside of the bed’s yours. Make yourself at home, or whatever.’
‘I’d prefer going back to lurking behind the door, Mr Poons, if it’s all the same to you.’
‘Oh, all right.’
‘Do you mind shutting your eyes a moment?’It’s a friendly door.’Windle walked over to the door and gingerly shut it. There was nothing behind it but old plaster, although he did fancy that he felt an air movement.‘I’m under the bed now, Mr Poons,’ said Schleppel’s voice from, yes, under the bed. ‘You don’t mind, do you?’‘Well, no. I suppose not. But shouldn’t you be in a closet somewhere? That’s where bogeymen used to hide when I was a lad.’‘A good closet is hard

Jules Joseph Lefebvre Mary Magdalene In The Cave

2009-04-01T00:38:00.000-07:00

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threatening to push the Dean’s face through the back of the Dean’s head.
‘It’s peaches, right?’ he kept bellowing.’You know what happens to peaches what lies around too long?
They get bruised. Lots of things round here are going to get bruised.’ ‘I am a wizard, you know, ‘ said the Dean, his , ‘ he said, ‘I told you to sort things out!’ ‘Yes, I was just asking this gentleman to back up and go another way,’ said the Dean, who was afraid he was beginning to choke.
The fruiterer turned him around 90 that he could see along the crowded
streets.’Ever tried to back up sixty carts all at once?’ he demanded.’It’s not
easy. Especially when everyone can’t move because you guys have got it
so’s the carts are backed up all roundpointy shoes dangling.’If it wasn’t for the fact that it would be against the rules for me to use magic in anything except a purely defensive manner, you would definitely be in a lot of trouble.’‘What you doing, anyway?’ said the driver, lowering the Dean so he could look suspiciously over his shoulder.‘Yeah,’ said a man trying to control the team pulling a lumber wagon, ‘what’s going on? There’s people here being paid by the hour, you know!’ ‘Move along at the front there!’The lumber driver turned in his seat and addressed the queue of carts behind him.’I’m trying to, ‘ he said.‘It’s not my fault, is it? There’s a load of wizards digging up the godsdamn street!’The Archchancellor’s muddy face peered over the edge of the hole.‘Oh, for heaven’s sake, Dean

Fabian Perez Waiting for the romance to come

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

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crowd surging around the box office was getting deeper and more angry by the minute.
‘Well, have you gone through all your pockets?’ demanded the Chair.
‘Yes!’ muttered the Dean.
‘Have another look, then.’
As far as wizards were concerned, paying to get into anything was something that happened to other people. A pointy hat usually did nicely.
While the quickly, turning to the others. ‘I’m afraid the rest of you had better get back to your honest trading.’ He moved his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
‘I don’t see why we should‑‘ the Dean began.
‘Otherwise we’ll be in arrears,’ the Chair went on, mugging furiously. ‘If you Dean struggled, the Chair beamed madly at the young woman who was selling tickets. ‘But I assure you, dear lady,’ he said desperately, ‘we are wizards.’‘I can see your false beards,’ said the girl, and sniffed. ‘We get all sorts in here. How do I know you aren’t three little boys in your dad’s coat?’‘Madam!’‘I’ve got two dollars and fifteen pence,’ said the Dean, picking the coins out of a handful of fluff and mysterious occult objects.‘That’s two in the stalls, then,’ said the girl, grudgingly unreeling two tickets. The Chair scooped them up.‘Then I’ll take Windle in,’ he said

Fabian Perez Waiting For the Romance to Come Back II

2009-03-29T23:53:00.000-07:00

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canine shapes staggered uncertainly up the midnight street.
‘We’re of bottles. Laddie could bark the number of fingers people held up; so could Gaspode, of course, but it had never occurred to him that such an activity could be rewarded.
Laddie could home in on young women who were being taken out for the evening by a hopeful swain and lay his head on their lap and give them such a soulful look that the swain would buy him a saucer of beer and a bag of goldfish-shaped biscuits just in order to impress the prospective loved-one. Gaspode had never been able to do that, because he was too short for laps and, anyway, got nothing but disgusted screams if he tried it. poor li’l lambs’, Gaspode howled, ‘wot have loorst our way . . . ‘ ‘Woof! Woof! Woof!’ ‘We’re li’l loorst sheeps wot have - wot have . . . ‘ Gaspode sagged down, and scratched an ear, or at least where he vaguely thought an ear might be. His leg waved uncertainly in the air. Laddie gave him a sympathetic look. It had been an amazingly successful evening. Gaspode had always got his free drinks by simply sitting and staring intently at people until they got uncomfortable and poured him some beer in a saucer in the hope that he would drink it and go away. It was slow and tedious, but as a technique it had served him well. Whereas Laddie . . . Laddie did tricks. Laddie could drink out

Albert Moore Dreamers

2009-03-27T00:03:00.000-07:00

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Don’t know when I last saw swordplay like that,’ said Morry.
‘Oh,’ said Victor. ‘Well. Thank you.’
‘All that shouting "Ha!" and "Have at you, you dog". Very professional,’ said Morry.
‘I see,’ Victor. Detritus gave him a big, gem-studded grin. [13]
‘Mr Dibbler says I can be a vice-president,’ he said proudly.
‘In charge of what?’ said Victor.
‘Vice-presidents,’ said Detritus.
Gaspode the Wonder Dog made a little growling sound at the back of his throat. The camel, which had been idly staring at the sky, sidled around a bit and suddenly lashed out with a kick that caught the troll in the small of the back. Detritus yelped. Gaspode gave the world a look of satisfied said Victor. He reached sideways and grabbed Ginger’s arm. ‘We’ve got to talk,’ he hissed. ‘Somewhere quiet. Behind the tent.’ ‘If you think I’m going anywhere alone with you-’she began. ‘Listen, this is no time to start acting like-’ A heavy hand settled on Victor’s shoulder. He turned, and saw the shape of Detritus eclipsing the world. ‘Mr Dibbler doesn’t want anyone running off,’ he said. ‘Everyone has to stay until Mr Dibbler says.’ ‘You’re a real pain, you know,’ said

Amedeo Modigliani Seated Nude

2009-03-25T21:17:00.000-07:00

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the picture box, and they just go "oh". They never ask how it works. Mr Bird!’
The last word was a shout. After a while a door opened on the far side of the shack and a man appeared.
He had a . You’d be amazed how things’d fall to bits around here,’ he said, ‘if it weren’t for me and my ball of string.’
There was a sudden commotion from the box round his neck. He thumped it with the flat of his hand.
‘You lot can cut that out,’ he said. He nodded at Victor.
‘They gets fractious if their routine is upset,’ he said. picture box on a strap round his neck. Assorted tools hung from his belt. His hands were stained with chemicals and he had no eyebrows, which Victor was later to learn was a sure sign of someone who had been around octo-cellulose for any length of time. He also had his cap on back to front. ‘This is Gaffer Bird,’ beamed Silverfish. ‘Our head handleman. Gaffer, this is Victor. He’s going to act for us.’ ‘Oh,’ said Gaffer, looking at Victor in the same way that a butcher might look at a carcass. ‘Is he?’ ‘And he wants to know how things work!’ said Silverfish. Gaffer gave Victor another jaundiced look. ‘String,’ he said gloomily. ‘It all works by string

Edmund Blair Leighton Off

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

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'Twenty minutes, I think we agreed.'
'Okay, fine, twenty minutes in the morning, on two legs***'
'But I think calling it in "the morning" is stretching it a bit,' said Teppic. 'It's just after midnight. I mean, technically it's the morning, but in a very real sense it's still last night, what do you think?'
A look of walk on two legs or with any prosthetic aids of its choice?'
The Sphinx gave this some consideration.
'Ye-ess,' it said gravely. 'That seems to fit all eventualities.'
'Well?' said Teppic.
'Well what?' said the Sphinx.
'Well, what's the answer?'
The Sphinx gave him a stony look, and then showed its fangs.glazed panic crossed the Sphinx's face. 'What do you think?' it managed. 'Let's just see where we've got to, shall we? What, metaphorically speaking, walks on four legs just after midnight, on two legs for most of the day-' 'Barring accidents,' said the Sphinx, pathetically eager to show that it was making a contribution. 'Fine, on two legs barring accidents, until at least suppertime, when it walks with three legs-' 'I've known people use two walking sticks,' said the Sphinx helpfully. 'Okay. How about: when it continues to

Edward Hopper Summertime

2009-03-20T23:23:00.001-07:00

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already knew.
He was home, and he was never going to leave again.
The sun began to rise.

The greatest mathematician alive on the Disc, and in fact the last one in the Old Kingdom, stretched out in his stall and rather foggy.'
'Bronze, sire. Polished bronze,' said Dios, handing him the Flail of Mercy.
'In Ankh-Morpork we had glass mirrors with silver on the back. They were very good.'
'Yes, sire. Here we have bronze, sire.'
'Do I really have to wear this gold mask?'
'The Face of the Sun, sire. Handed down through all the ages. Yescounted the pieces of straw in his bedding. Then he estimated the number of nails in the wall. Then he spent a few minutes proving that an automorphic resonance field has a semi-infinite number of irresolute prime ideals. After that, in order to pass the time, he ate his breakfast again. [NextPage]BOOK II The Book of the Dead Two weeks went past. Ritual and ceremony in their due times kept the world under the sky and the stars in their courses. It was astonishing what ritual and ceremony could do. The new king examined himself in the mirror, and frowned. 'What's it made of?' he said. 'It's

Leroy Neiman Ferrari on the Beach

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

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Magrat didn't like cats and hated the idea of mousetraps. She'd always felt that it should be possible to come to some sort of arrangement with creatures like mice so that all available food was rationed in the best interest of all parties. This was a very humanitarian outlook, which is to say that it was not a view shared by mice, and therefore her moonlit kitchen was alive.
When there was a knocking at the door the entire floor appeared to rush towards the walls.
After a few seconds the knocking came again.
There'Sorry, sire. Forgot myself.'
'Try the latch.'
There was the sound of someone being extremely hesitant. was another pause. Then the knocking rattled the door on its hinges, and a voice cried, 'Open in the name of the king!'A second voice said, in hurt tones, 'You don't have to shout like that. Why did you shout like that? I didn't order you to shout like that. It's enough to frighten anybody, shouting like that.''Sorry, sire! It goes with the job, sire!''Just knock again. A bit more gently, please.'The knocking might have been a bit softer. Magrat's apron dropped off its hook on the back of the door.'Are you sure I can't do it myself?''It's not done, sire, kings knocking at humble cottage doors. Best leave it to me. OPEN IN THE—''Sergeant!'

Camille Pissarro Rue de Louveciennes 1872

2009-03-17T22:48:00.000-07:00

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you do it?' said Vitoller.
Hwel smacked his lips to get rid of the taste.
'I expect,' said Tomjon. 'It sounded interesting, the way he told it. Wicked king ruling with the help of evil witches. Storms. Ghastly forests. True Heir to Throne in Life-and-Death Struggle. Flash of Dagger. Screams, alarums. , the Fool is decent enough. But the way he tells it . . . it's very odd. His mouth says the words, and his eyes say something else. And I got the impression he'd much rather we believed his eyes.'
'On the other hand,' said Vitoller hurriedly, 'what harm could it do? The pay's the thing.'
Hwel raised his head.Evil king dies. Good triumphs. Bells ring out.''Showers of rose petals could be arranged,' said Vitoller. 'I know a man who can get them at practically cost.'They both looked at Hwel, who was drumming his fingers on his stool. All three found their attention drawn to the bag of silver the Fool had given Hwel. Even by itself it represented enough money to complete the Dysk. And there had been talk of more to follow. Patronage, that was the thing.'You'll do it then, will you?' said Vitoller.'It's got a certain something,' Hwel conceded. 'But . . . I don't know . . .'Tm not trying to pressure you,' said Vitoller. All three pairs of eyes swivelled back to the money bag.'It seems a bit fishy,' Tomjon conceded. 'I mean

Juan Gris Violin and Checkerboard

2009-03-16T23:29:00.000-07:00

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became aware that he was looking at her expectantly.
'What?'
'I said, I'll now call upon the respected Granny Weatherwax to say a few words, ha ha,' he said.
'You said that, did you?'
'Yes!'
'You've gone a long way too far,' said Granny.
'I have, haven't I!' The duke giggled.
Granny turned to the expectant crowds, which went silent.
'Go home,' she said.
There was a further long silence.
'Is that all?' said the duke.
'Yes.'
'What about pledges of eternal allegiance?'
'What Nanny Ogg leered.
And so Granny Weatherwax swept down the steps and through the crowds, with the other two running about them? Gytha, will you stop waving at people!''Sorry.''And now we are going to go, too,' said Granny.'But we were getting on so well,' said the duke.'Come, Gytha,' said Granny icily. 'And where's Magrat got to?'Magrat looked up guiltily. She had been deep in conversation with the Fool, although it was the kind of conversation where both parties spend a lot of time looking at their feet and picking at their fingernails. Ninety per cent of true love is acute, ear-burning embarrassment.'We're leaving,' said Granny.'Friday afternoon, remember,' hissed the Fool.'Well, if I can,' said Magrat.

Vincent van Gogh Four Cut Sunflowers

2009-03-15T22:47:00.000-07:00

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expect she said some magic words, did she? I've heard about witches,' said the duke, who had spent the night before reading, until his bandaged hands shook too much, some of the more excitable works 'I imagine she offered you visions of unearthly delight? Did she show you—' the duke shuddered – 'dark fascinations and forbidden raptures, the like of which mortal men should not even think of, and demonic secrets .
'No, sir,' he said, in the manner of one speaking the truth come what may. 'She offered me a bun.'
'A bun?'
'Yes, sir. It had currants in it.'
Felmet sat absolutely still while he fought for internal peace. Finally, all he could manage was, 'And what did your men do about this?'that took you to the depths of man's desires?'The duke sat down and fanned himself with his handkerchief.'Are you all right, sir?' said the sergeant.'What? Oh, perfectly, perfectly.''Only you've gone all red.''Don't change the subject, man,' snapped the duke, pulling himself together a bit. 'Admit it – she offered you hedonistic and licentious pleasures known only to those who dabble in the carnal arts, didn't she?'The sergeant stood to attention and stared straight ahead

Leroy Neiman High Stakes Blackjack Vegas

2009-03-12T23:32:00.001-07:00

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look at these nodes.'
They opened the ledger.
They looked at it for a long time.
Then Mort said, 'What do all those symbols mean?'
'Sodomy non sapiens,' said Albert under his breath.
'What does that mean?'
'Means I'm buggered if I know.'
That was ,' sniffed Ysabell from her seat in the corner.
Their heads collided as they both peered at the centre of the page. They stared at her. She shrugged.
'Father taught me how to read the node chart,' she said, 'when I used to do my sewing in here. He used to read bits out.'wizard talk, wasn't it?' said Mort.'You shut up about wizard talk. I don't know anything about wizard talk. You apply your brain to this here.'Mort looked down again at the tracery of lines. It was as if a spider had spun a web on the page, stopping at every junction to make notes. Mort stared until his eyes hurt, waiting for some spark of inspiration. None volunteered.'Any luck?''It's all Klatchian to me,' said Mort. 'I don't even know whether it should be read upside down or sideways.''Spiralling from the centre outwards
'You can help?' said Mort.
'No,' said Ysabell. She blew her nose.

Paul Gauguin Mahana No Atua

2009-03-12T00:21:00.000-07:00

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better days, although from the look of it they hadn't been very much better, and then said, 'Right. Fire away.'
'What's so important about the hat?'
'Oh, it's very 'essential. You've got to have the proper hat for wizarding. We wizards know about this sort of thing.'Cutwell pulled out a chair and sat down. He squirmed a little. A thoughtful expression passed over his face. He stood up, reached behind him and produced a flat reddish mass which might have once been half a at it sorrowfully.
'I've been looking for that all morning, would you believe?' he said. 'It was an Ail-On with extra peppers, too.' He picked sadly at the squashed shape, and suddenly remembered Keli.
'Gosh, sorry,' he said, 'where's my manners? Whatever will you think of 'If you say so. Look, can you see me?'He peered at her. 'Yes. Yes, I would definitely say I can see you.''And hear me? You can hear me, can you?''Loud and clear. Yes. Every syllable tinkling into place. No problems.''Then would you be surprised if I told you that no-one else in this city can?''Except me?'Keli snorted. 'And your doorknocker.'

Salvador Dali Sleep

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

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OCCASIONS.
'Like a king, I suppose,' said Mort. 'I mean, a king is reigning even when he's doing something else or asleep, even. Is that it, sir?'
IT'LL DO, BUT I THINK SHE QUITE LIKES HAVING SOMEONE OF HER OWN AGE AROUND TO TALK TO.
'Sir?'
AND, OF COURSE, ONE DAY ALL THIS WILL BELONG TO HER.
Something like a small blue supernova flared for a moment in the depths of his eyesockets. It dawned on Mort that, with some embarrassment and complete lack of expertise, Death was trying to wink.
said Death, rolling up the maps. AND NOW, BOY, IF YOU'VE FINISHED THE STABLE YOU CAN GO AND SEE IF ALBERT HAS ANY JOBS HE WANTS DOING. IF YOU LIKE, YOU CAN COME OUT ON THE ROUND WITH ME THIS EVENING.Mort nodded. Death went back to his big leather book, took up a pen, stared at it for a moment, and then looked up at Mort with his skull on one side.HAVE YOU MET MY DAUGHTER? he said.'Er. Yes, sir,' said Mort, his hand on the doorknob.SHE IS A VERY PLEASANT GIRL, said Death,

Bartolome Esteban Murillo Madonna and Child

2009-03-09T23:15:00.001-07:00

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touching the sides, and for a moment he nursed the strangely consoling totally beyond his control and whatever happened no one could blame him. Filling his boots with water while adrift on a flooded river at midnight with what he could only describe as a woman seemed about as logical as anything could be in the circumstances.
A fine figure of a woman, said a neglected voice at the back of his mind. There was something about the way she used the tattered broomstick to scull the boat across the choppy water that troubled long-forgotten bits of Cutangle's "No," he said.
"Have you ever heard of anyone coming Back?"
"No."
"Then it's worth a try, isn't it?"subconscious. Not that he could be certain about the fine figure, of course, what with the rain and the wind and Granny's habit of wearing her entire wardrobe in one go. Cutangle cleared his throat uncertainly. Metaphorically a fine figure, he decided. "Um, look," he said. "This is all very creditable, but consider the facts, I mean, the rate of drift and so forth, you see? It could be miles out on the ocean by now. It might never come to shore again. It might even go over the Rimfall." Granny, who had been staring out across the water, turned around. "Can't you think of anything else at all helpful that we could be doing?" she demanded. Cutangle baled for a few moments.

Francois Boucher Venus Consoling Love

2009-03-09T01:45:00.000-07:00

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I'm not sure. Can I try? It's used to me." Hilta pushed a cat off the other chair and leaned forward to peer into the glass depths.
"Mnph. Feel free," said Granny, "but you won't find -"
"Wait. Something's coming through."
"Looks all sparkly from here," Granny insisted. "Little silver lights all floating around, like in them little snowstorm drunken snake. There were silver lights floating in the foreground but they were, in a manner of speaking, just a few flakes in the great storm of lights that turned in a great lazy spiral, like a geriatric tornado with a bad attack of snow, and funnelled down, down to the hazy landscape. By screwing up her eyes Granny could just make out some dots on the river.-in-abottle toys. Quite pretty, really." "Yes, but look beyond the flakes . . . ." Granny looked. This was what she saw. The viewpoint was very high up and a wide swathe of country lay below her, blue with distance, through which a broad river wriggled like a

Frida Kahlo Diego and I

2009-03-05T23:41:00.000-08:00

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Granny rummaged in a dark wooden box on the dresser. She prided herself on her unrivalled knowledge of the properties of Ramtops herbage - none knew better than she the many uses of Earwort, Maiden's Wish and Love-Lies- Esk drummed her heels on the chair legs and sipped the drink. It had a strange, peppery taste. She wondered what it was. She'd tasted Granny's brews before, of course, with a greater or lesser amount of honey in them depending on whether she thought you were making too much of a fuss, and Esk knew that she was famous throughout the mountains for special potions for illnesses that her mother - and some young women too, once in a while -just hinted at with raised eyebrows and lowered voices ....Oozing - but there were times when she had to resort to her small stock of jealously traded and carefully hoarded Medicines from Forn Parts (which as far as she was concerned was anywhere further than a day's journey) to achieve the desired effect. She shredded some dry red leaves into a mug, topped it up with honey and hot water from the kettle, and pushed it into Esk's hands. Then she put a large round stone under the grate later on, wrapped in a scrap of blanket, it would make a bedwarmer and, with a stern injunction to the girl not to stir from the chair, went out into the scullery.

Tamara de Lempicka Reclining Nude

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

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'It's no good trying to appeal to my better nature. You can stay there all day for all I care. I'm just going to ride off, okay?'
He glared at the Luggage. The Luggage looked back.

'I thought you'd come back,' said Twoflower.
'I don't want to talk about it,' said Rincewind.
'Shall we talk about something else?'
'Yeah, well, discussing how to get these ropes off would be favourite,' said Rincewind. He wrenched at the bonds around his wrists.
'I can't imagine why you're so important,' said Herrena. She sat on a rock opposite them, sword across her knees. 'But why us?' said Twoflower. 'It's to do with that star, isn't it?'
'I don't know anything about the star,' said Rincewind. 'I never even attended astrology Most of the gang laying among the rocks high above, watching the road. Rincewind and Twoflower had been a pathetically easy ambush.'Weems told me what your box did to Gancia,' she added. 'I can't say that's a great loss, but I hope it understands that if it comes within a mile of us I will personally cut both your throats, yes?'Rincewind nodded violently.'Good,' said Herrena. 'You're wanted dead or alive, I'm not really bothered which, but some of the lads might want to have a little discussion with you about those trolls. If the sun hadn't come up when it did—'She left the words hanging, and walked away.'Well, here's another fine mess,' said Rincewind. He had another pull at the ropes that bound him. There was a rock behind him, and if he could bring his wrists up – yes, as he thought, it lacerated him while at the same time eing too blunt to have any effect on the rope.

Lorenzo Lotto Mystic Marriage of St Catherine

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

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Moose and The Knotted String. It is said that even the ancients couldn't find anything interesting to say about the sign, which—'
'Yes, yes, get on with it,' said Trymon irritably.
'It's the sign as follows: "Today is a good tine for making new friends. A good deed may have unforeseen consequences. Don't upset any druids. You will soon be going on a very strange journey. Your lucky food is small cucumbers. People pointing knives at you are probably up to no good. PS, we really mean it about druids".'
Druids?' said Trymon. 'I wonder . . .'

'Are you all right?' said Twoflower. Rincewind opened his eyes.traditionally associated with chess board makers, sellers of onions, manufacturers of plaster images of small religious significance, and people allergic to pewter. Not a wizard's sign at all. And at the time of his birth the shadow of Cori Celesti—''I don't want to know all the mechanical details,' growled Trymon. 'Just give me his horoscope.'The astrologer, who had been rather enjoying himself, sighed and made a few additional calculations.'Very well,'he said. 'It reads
The wizard sat up hurriedly and grabbed Twoflower by the shirt.

Garmash Sleeping Beauty

2009-03-02T19:30:00.000-08:00

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happened at last," he moaned. "I'm going out of my mind."
Good idea said the voice. It's getting pretty crowded in here.
The spell pinning Rincewind to the wall vanished with a faint "pop." He fell forward and landed in a heap on the floor.
Careful- you nearly squashed me.
spiral rapidly towards the recumbent amphibian, shedding small bolts of lightning as they whirled. Soon the frog was lost in a golden haze which began to elongate upwards, filling the room with a warm yellow light. Within it was a darker, indistinct shape, which wavered and changed even as they watched. And all the time there was the high, brain-curdling whine of a huge magical field...
As suddenly as it had appeared, the magical tornado vanishedRincewind struggled to his elbows and reached into the pocket of his robe. When he withdrew his hand the green frog was sitting on it, its eyes oddly luminous in the half-light."Yes?" said Rincewind.Put me down on the floor and stand back.The frog blinked.The wizard did so, and dragged a bewildered Twoflower out of the way.The room darkened. There was a windy, roaring sound. Streamers of green, purple and octarine cloud appeared out of nowhere and began to

Unknown Artist football

2009-03-01T22:21:00.000-08:00

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imagination. And even then the said imagination must be in some place heavily impregnated with magic which helps to weaken the walls between the world of the seen and unseen. Then the dragons pop through, as it were, and impress their are rather boring while yours," said the voice of Greicha, "is almost as good as some of mine used to be. A sight for sore eyes, not that I have any to speak of now."
Twoflower said hurriedly, "You keep saying you're dead..."
"Well?"
"Well, the dead, er, they, you know, don't talk much. As a rule."
"I used to be an exceptionally powerful wizard. My daughter poisoned me, of course. It is the generally form on this world's possibility matrix. I was very good at it when I was alive. I could imagine up to, oh, five hundred dragons at a time. Now Liessa, the most skilled of my children, can barely imagine fifty rather nondescript creatures. So much for a progressive education. She doesn't really believe in them. That's why her dragons

Paul Gauguin By the Sea

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

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difficult for her to memorize poems or series of numbers -- which helps explain why she never stood out in school. Her semantic memory, the ability to remember facts not directly related to everyday life, is only average.
Two years personalities are very different. The others are not as anxious as Jill. But they achieve comparable results in the tests," McGaugh reports.
The subjects do have certain compulsive traits in common, says McGaugh, especially compulsive hoarding. The three others are left-handed, and Price also showed a tendency toward left-handedness in tests.
What does this mean? McGaugh is cautious. "For now, we are just describing what we see."ago, the scientists published their first conclusions in a professional journal without revealing the identity of their subject. Since then, more than 200 people have contacted McGaugh, all claiming to have an equally perfect episodic memory. Most of them were exposed as fakes. Three did appear to have similarly astonishing abilities. "Their

Johannes Vermeer The Procuress

2009-02-25T22:48:00.000-08:00

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Twoflower patted him on the shoulder.
"No sense in brooding," he said cheerfully. "Let's have another look for a way out."
Rincewind shook his head. All the terror had been spent now. He had broken through the terror barrier, perhaps, and was in the dead calm state of mind that lies on the other side. Anyway, he had ceased to gibber.
"We're doomed," he stated. "We’ve been walking around all night. I tell you, this place is a spiderweb. It doesn't the hellish purple glow. "Find Bel-Shamharoth?" he said.
"Yes. We don't have to get involved."
"Find the Soul Render and not get involved? Just give him a nod, I suppose, and ask the way to the exit? Explain things to the Sender of Eignnnngh," Rincewind bit off the end of the word just in time and finished, "You're insane. Hey! Come back!"matter which way we go, we're heading twoards the centre.""It was very kind of you to come looking for me, said Twoflower. "How did you manage it it was very impressive.""Well," began the wizard awkwardly. "I just 'I can't leave old Twoflower there' and-""So what we’ve got to do now is find this Bel-Shamharoth person and explain things to him and perhaps he'll let us out," said Twoflower.Rincewind ran a finger around his ear."It must be the funny echoes in here," he said. "I thought I heard you use words like find and explain."That's right."Rincewind glared at him in

John William Waterhouse Ariadne

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

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depends on the weather. We'll try to avoid the cliffs, though. There are creatures living there who prey on anything that moves. If we can, we'll set you down in the interior, away from lofur Raknison's palace."
"What's going to . "The Master of Jordan gave it to me and I thought there was something he wanted to say about Lord Asriel, except he never had the chance. I knew he didn't really want to poison him. Is he going to read it and see how to make the bridge? I bet I could help him. I can probably read it as good as anyone now."
"I don't know," said Serafina Pekkala. "How he'll do it, and what happen when I find Lord Asriel? Will he want to come back to Oxford, or what? I don't know if I ought to tell him I know he's my father, neither. He might want to pretend he's still my uncle. I don't hardly know him at all.""He won't want to go back to Oxford, Lyra. It seems that there is something to be done in another world, and Lord Asriel is the only one who can bridge the gulf between that world and this. But he needs something to help him.""The alethiometer!" Lyra said

Thomas Kinkade Light of Freedom

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

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was caused by her story.
"And I just wandered about trying to find my way back, only these Gobblers caught me....And they put me in a van with some other kids and took me somewhere, a big building, I dunno where it was."
With every time with the gyp-tians had taken weeks: she'd have to account for that time. She invented a voyage with the Gobblers to Trollesund, and then an escape, lavish with details from her observation of the town; and a time as maid-of-all-work at Einarsson's Bar, and then a spell working for a family of farmers inland, and then being caught by the Samoyeds and brought to Bolvangar.second that went past, with every sentence she spoke, she felt a little strength flowing back. And now that she was doing something difficult and familiar and never quite predictable, namely lying, she felt a sort of mastery again, the same sense of complexity and control that the alethiometer gave her. She had to be careful not to say anything obviously impossible; she had to be vague in some places and invent plausible details in others; she had to be an artist, in short."How long did they keep you in this building?" said Mrs. Coulter.Lyra's journey along the canals and her

Jean Francois Millet Man with a hoe

2009-02-22T22:24:00.000-08:00

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the poets Guillaume Apollinaire, Max Jacob and André Salmon, who formed part of Picasso's circle. At first he supported himself by making humorous drawings for papers such as Lássiette au beurre and Le Charivari, but in 1910 he began his career as a serious artist by making a series of large watercolours. In the following year he started to not at this time showing their work, the Section d'Or was the public face of Cubism. Gris was clearly the most gifted of the group, and he attracted the attention both of dealers and of well informed collectors. Gertrude Stein and Leonce Rosenberg bought paintings, and Daniel-Henri Kahnweiler offered Gris a contract, which he accepted. His work was evolving rapidly; he had grasped the significance of collage almost as soon as it was invented by Braque and Picasso in 1912. This liberated his compositional sense paint. Gris's subject-matter was always his immediate surroundings: he produced still lifes composed of simple, everyday objects, portraits of friends, and occasionally landscapes or cityscapes. "In 1911 (the year in which he spent time with Picasso at Ceret) he held his first exhibition, showing fifteen paintings at the little gallery run by Clovis Sagot. This was well received by those whose opinion he respected, and he was sufficiently encouraged to send three paintings to the Salon des Indépendants in the spring of 1912. In October of the same year he showed his work in the Section d'Or exhibition, with Marcoussis, Gleizes and Metzinger. Since Braque and Picasso were

Albert Bierstadt The Mountain Brook

2009-02-20T00:41:00.001-08:00

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She pulled the blanket down. It was gone.
She was on her feet in a moment, and her eyes flashed fury at the men nearby.
"Where's his fish?"
They , and the gyptian took a step back from her passionate fury.
"I didn't know," said another man apologetically. "I thought it was just what he'd been eating. I took it out his hand because I thought it was more respectful. That's all, Lyra."
"Then where is it?"stopped, puzzled, unsure what she meant; though some of their daemons knew, and looked at one another. One of the men began to grin uncertainly."Don't you dare laugh! I'll tear your lungs out if you laugh at him! That's all he had to cling onto, just an old dried fish, that's all he had for a daemon to love and be kind to! Who's took it from him? Where's it gone?"Pantalaimon was a snarling snow leopard, just like Lord Asriel's daemon, but she didn't see that; all she saw was right and wrong."Easy, Lyra," said one man. "Easy, child.""Who's took it?" she flared again

Paul Cezanne Poplar Trees

2009-02-19T00:13:00.000-08:00

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Legendary California chef Alice Waters, who is a jury member at this year's Berlin International Film Festival, talks to SPIEGEL ONLINE about why we need to change the way we eat, Obama's support for the food movement as more and more people become interested in eating better and minimizing their carbon footprint. The kind of locally grown, sustainable organic food that was once a California phenomenon can now be found at stores and farmers markets across the country.
One of the pioneers of that movement is chef Alice Waters, who transformed her state's cooking in the 1970s into world-renowned "California cuisine" with her and how to forage in Switzerland in the winter.The "eat local" movement has become a force to be reckoned with in the United States in recent years, going from the fringes to the mainstream

Nicolas De Stael Fiesole 1953

2009-02-17T22:10:00.000-08:00

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the Grand Junction Canal. You keep out of sight, child. I don't want to see you topside. There's trouble."
She sliced a couple of rashers of bacon into the frying pan, and cracked an egg to go with them.
"What sort of trouble?"
"Nothing weHe poured some a tin cup and sat down. He was a powerful, dark-faced man, and now that she could see him in daylight, Lyra saw a sad grimness in his expression.
"Right," he said. "Now you tell us what you was doing in London, Lyra. We had you down as being took by the Gobblers." can't cope with, if you stay out the way."And she wouldn't say any more till Lyra had eaten. The boat slowed at one point, and something banged against the side, and she heard men's voices raised in anger; but then someone's joke made them laugh, and the voices drew away and the boat moved on.Presently Tony Costa swung down into the cabin. Like his mother, he was pearled with damp, and he shook his woollen hat over the stove to make the drops jump and spit."What we going to tell her, Ma?""Ask first, tell after."

Thomas Gainsborough The Harvest Wagon

2009-02-16T19:46:00.000-08:00

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and anyone watching (Lyra wasn't in a state to notice) would have said it was a grimace of sadness.
"Well, we had better ask her in to talk about it," he said.
He left the room, and when he came back a minute later with Mrs. Coulter, Lyra was on her feet, too excited to sit. Mrs. "I don't mind. I'd go anywhere."
"But it might be dangerous. We might have to go to the North."
Lyra was speechless. Then she found her voice: "Soon?"Coulter smiled, and her daemon bared his white teeth in a grin of implike pleasure. As she passed her on the way to the armchair, Mrs. Coulter touched Lyra's hair briefly, and Lyra felt a current of warmth flow into her, and blushed.When the Master had poured some brantwijn for her, Mrs. Coulter said, "So, Lyra, I'm to have an assistant, am I?""Yes," said Lyra simply. She would have said yes to anything."There's a lot of work I need help with.""I can work!""And we might have to travel."

Alexandre Cabanel Phedre

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

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took out the slide. Lyra heard the Master say quietly, "If he forces a vote, we could try to invoke the residence clause. He hasn't been resident in the thirty weeks out of the last fifty-two."
"He's the Aurora, high above the bleak landscape, Lyra could see something solid. She pressed her face to the crack to see more clearly, and she could see the Scholars near the screen leaning forward too. As she gazed, her wonder grew, because there in the sky was the unmistakable outline of a city: towers, domes, walls...Buildings and streets, suspended in the air! She nearly gasped with wonder. The Cassington Scholar said, "That looks like...a city." "Exactly so," said Lord Asriel.
"A city in another world, no doubt?" said the Dean, with contempt in his voice.already got the Chaplain on his side..." the Librarian murmured in reply.Lord Asriel put a new slide in the lantern frame. It showed the same scene. As with the previous pair of pictures, many of the features visible by ordinary light were much dimmer in this one, and so were the curtains of radiance in the sky.But in the middle of

Wassily Kandinsky Upward

2009-02-12T23:54:00.000-08:00

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You could easily tell me, Carlo," Mrs. Coulter was murmuring. "You could whisper it. You could pretend to be talking in your sleep, and who could blame you for that? Just tell me what the boy has, and why you want it. I could get it for Why is it special?"
"Ah… It's the knife that will cut anything. Not even its makers knew what it could do. Nothing, no one, matter, spirit, angel, air—nothing is invulnerable to the subtle knife. Marisa, it's mine, you understand?"
"Of course, Carlo. I promise. Let me fill your glass…"
And as the golden monkey slowly ran his hands along the emerald serpent again and again, squeezing just a little, lifting, stroking as Sir Charles sighed with pleasureyou… Wouldn't you like me to do that? Just tell me, Carlo. I don't want it. I want the girl. What is it? Just tell me, and you shall have it."He gave a soft shudder. His eyes were closed. Then he said, "It's a knife. The subtle knife of Cittagazze. You haven't heard of it, Marisa? Some people call it teleutaia makhaira, the last knife of all. Others call it Aesahaettr.""What does it do, Carlo?

Jean Fragonard The Bolt

2009-02-11T23:50:00.000-08:00

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interested in a child, a girl, who has an unusual piece of equipment—an antique scientific instrument, certainly stolen, which should be in safer hands than hers. There is also a boy of roughly the same age—twelve or so—who is wanted in . I know that Inspector Walters came to see you yesterday, and I know that the girl turned up. You see, I do know what I'm talking about. I would know, for instance, if you saw her again, and if you didn't tell me, I would know that too. You'd be very wise to think hard about that, and to clarify your recollections of what she said and did when she was here. This is a matter of national security. You connection with a murder. It's a moot point whether a child of that age is capable of murder, of course, but he has certainly killed someone. And he has been seen with the girl.""Now, Dr. Malone, it may be that you have come across one or the other of these children. And it may be that you are quite properly inclined to tell the police about what you know. But you would be doing a greater service if you were to let me know privately. I can make sure the proper authorities deal with it efficiently and quickly and with no stupid tabloid publicity

William Bouguereau Love Takes Flight

2009-02-11T00:37:00.000-08:00

William Bouguereau Love Takes Flight
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what is Kim Jong Il to do now that the Obama administration is promising a friendlier approach? In late January, Pyongyang announced it was unilaterally withdrawing from its 1991 nonaggression pact with the South.of Pakistani scientist A.Q. Khan, who was kept under house arrest for five years.
But if some latent fear of the 43rd American president prevented the Pakistani government from releasing their dubious national hero, that fear clearly vanished with the arrival of the 44th. Mr. Khan was released last week, ostensibly by order of a Pakistani court, plainly with the consent of the government. So far, the Obama administration has done little more than issue a muted statement Satellite imagery later showed the North moving a Taepodong 2 missile -- potentially capable of reaching the U.S. West Coast -- to a launch pad. "The missile is pointing at Obama," Baek Seung-joo, a director at the Korea Institute for Defense Analyses in Seoul, told the L.A. Times. "North Korea thinks that with such gestures they can control U.S. foreign policy."- Pakistan. Perhaps the most unambiguous of the Bush administration's successes was rolling up the nuclear pro

Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field 1889

2009-02-06T00:35:00.000-08:00

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Shown clockwise from upper left, the Bluehead wrasse (Thalassoma bifasciatum), Northern shrimp (Pandalus borealis), Common slipper shell (Crepidula fornicate) and Whip coral goby (Bryaninops yongei) are examples of some A report by Yale scientists in the March issue of The American Naturalist says that while this process is evolutionarily favored, its animals that change their sex.Most animals, like humans, have separate sexes — they are born, live out their lives and reproduce as one sex or the other. However, some animals live as one sex in part of then switch to the other sex, a phenomenon called sequential hermaphroditism. What remains a puzzle, according to Yale scientists, is why the phenomenon is so rare, since their analysis shows the biological "costs" of changing sexes rarely outweigh the advantages.

Leroy Neiman Island Hole at Sawgrass

2009-02-04T23:44:00.000-08:00

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Well, you're not the only one, as you see. There was a big to-do about it at the time. I looked it all up for the journalist. It was a preliminary survey, not a proper dig. You can't do a dig till you know whether it's worth spending timethem. An ex-Marine, a sort of professional explorer. They were going up into some fairly wild territory, and polar bears are always a danger in the Arctic. Archaeologists can deal with some things, but we're not trained to shoot, and someone who can do that and navigate and make camp and do all the sort of survival stuff is very useful."
"But then they all vanished. They kept in radio contact with a local survey station, but one day the signal didn't come, and nothing more was heard. There'd been on it, so this group went out to look at a number of sites and make a report. Half a dozen blokes altogether. Sometimes on an expedition like this you combine forces with people from another discipline—you know, geologists or whatever—to split the cost. They look at their stuff and we look at ours. In this case there was a physicist on the team. I think he was looking at high-level atmospheric particles. The aurora, you know, the northern lights. He had balloons with radio transmitters, apparently.""And there was another man with

Juan Gris The Guitar

2009-02-03T19:25:00.000-08:00

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climbed quietly up to the narrow landing and opened the first door he came to. It was the room at the front. The air was hot and stuffy, and Will opened the glass door onto the balcony to let in the night air. The room itself was small and furnished with things that were too big for it, and shabby, but it was clean and comfortable. Hospitable , and he wasn't standing quite close enough to be knocked over. He fought hard: knee, head, fist, and the strength of his arms against it, him, her—
A girl about his own age, ferocious, snarling, with ragged dirty people lived here. There was a little shelf of books, a magazine on the table, a couple of photographs in frames.Will left and looked in the other rooms: a little bathroom, a bedroom with a double bed.Something made his skin prickle before he opened the last door. His heart raced. He wasn't sure if he'd heard a sound from inside, but something told him that the room wasn't empty. He thought how odd it was that this day had begun with someone outside a darkened room, and himself waiting inside; and now the positions were reversed—And as he stood wondering, the door burst open and something came hurtling at him like a wild beast.But his memory had warned him

Pierre Auguste Renoir Sleeping Girl

2009-02-03T00:06:00.000-08:00

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casino slot machines than traditional lottery games. Not coincidentally, these states typically rake in more profits. Critics call them “video crack.”
Critics customers).
Forward Thinking
* More and bigger —With tax revenues plummeting in the recession, look for some states to try to hike their lottery income or to channel more of it into the general fund to offset shortfalls. Seventeen also claim that too much of the lottery's take goes back out as prizes-about 53 percent nationwide in 2007. But some of the states that pay out the best prizes also raise the most money. Massachusetts pays out about 72 percent of its $4.7 billion in ticket sales but still earns $913 million in profits, among the highest of any state.Opposition to the games has allied some religious groups (who oppose gambling on principle) with antipoverty advocates (who say lotteries take advantage of less educated, lower-income players, who are among the most faithful

Pierre Auguste Renoir La Promenade

2009-02-02T00:15:00.000-08:00

Pierre Auguste Renoir La PromenadePierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the CountryPierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the City
daemons are sort of similar; grown-up daemons anyway. And the Specters get bigger and stronger as they do..."
Will felt a dull horror at his heart, and Kirjava pressed herself against his breast, feeling it, too, and trying to comfort him.
"So every time I've used the knife," he said, "every
He remembered , and she saw him he hadn't even begun to know; and she thought of his mother, and she knew that he was thinking of her, too. To abandon her and live with Lyra, even for the few years they'd have together, could he do that? He might be living with Lyra, but she knew he wouldn't Iorek Byrnison, in the cave where he'd forged the knife again, saying, "What you don't know is what the knife does on its own. Your intentions may be good. The knife has intentions, too."Lyra's eyes were watching him, wide with anguish."Oh, we can't, Will!" she said. "We can't do that to people, not let other Specters out, not now we've seen what they do!""All right," he said, getting to his feet, holding his daemon close to his breast. "Then we'll have to, one of us will have to, I'll come to your world and..."She knew what he was going to say

Edward Hopper Ground Swell

2009-01-20T22:37:00.000-08:00

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He moved on, until quite suddenly the tunnel opened out, and he found himself at the top of a vast cavern: a vault immense enough to contain a dozen cathedrals. There was no floor; the sides sloped vertiginously down toward the the perilous slope, men, women, children, beings of every kind he had seen and many he had not. Intent on keeping their balance, they ignored him altogether, and Lord Asriel felt the hair stir at the back of his neck when he realized that they were ghosts.
"Lyra came here," he said quietly to the snow leopard.
"Tread carefully," was all she said in reply.edge of a great pit hundreds of feet below, and darker than darkness itself, and into the pit streamed the endless Dust fall, pouring ceaselessly down. Its billions of particles were like the stars of every galaxy in the sky, and every one of them was a little fragment of conscious thought. It was a melancholy light to see by.He climbed with his daemon down toward the abyss, and as they went, they gradually began to see what was happening along the far side of the gulf, hundreds of yards away in the gloom. He had thought there was a movement there, and the farther down he climbed, the more clearly it resolved itself: a procession of dim, pale figures picking their way along

Bill Brauer The Gold Dress

2009-01-18T22:09:00.000-08:00

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were overjoyed to see their own people there, and every other kind of conscious being who had ever been punished by the Authority with exile and death. Among them were beings who didn't look human at all, beings like the mulefa, whom Mary Malone would have recognized, and stranger ghosts as well.Brothers, sisters, we shouldn't follow this child anywhere till we know what's going to happen to us!"
Others took up the question: "Yes, tell us where we're going! Tell us what to expect! We won't go unless we know what'll happen to us!"
Lyra turned to Will in despair, but We fulfilled the Authority's commands diligently, and for that we were honored. Hated and feared, hut honored, too. What will happen to our honor now? Why should the ghosts take any notice of
But Will and Lyra had no strength to look back; all they could do was move on after the harpies, and hope.
"Have we almost done it, Will?" Lyra whispered. "Is it nearly over?"
He couldn't tell. But they were so weak and sick that he said, "Yes, it's nearly over, we've nearly done it. We'll be out soon."

Jack Vettriano Mad Dogs detail

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

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"And how long do you think this expedition will take?" said the Chevalier.
"We don't know," Lyra told him. "We don't know anything about it, any more than you do. We'll just go there and see."riders was absolute, and Lyra, watching them in daylight for the first time, saw the extraordinary fineness of the gray silk reins, the silvery stirrups, the tiny saddles.
Will took the knife, and a powerful temptation made him feel for the touch of his own world: he had the credit card still; he could buy familiar food; he could even telephone Mrs. Cooper and ask for news of his mother…
The knife jarred with a sound like a nail being drawn along rough stone, and his heart nearly stopped. If he broke the blade again, it would be the end."First thing," Will said, "we've got to get some water and some more food, something easy to carry. So I'm going to find a world where we can do that, and then we'll set off."Tialys and Salmakia mounted their dragonflies and held them quivering on the ground. The great insects were eager for flight, but the command of their

Andy Warhol Banana

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

Andy Warhol BananaUnknown Artist The Great Wave off Kanagawa by Katsushika HokusaiUnknown Artist The Great Wave of Kanagawa by Katsushika Hokusai
Changing his angle and looking closer, he saw the rock behind which Lyra was lying. He couldn't see her, though. Was he too close? He shut that window, moved back a step or two, and opened again.
She wasn't there.Her face was stubborn, her lips pressed together, her fists clenched. Her lizard daemon acquired a ruff and raised it slowly around his neck.
Will said, "Oh, very well. But we go through quickly and in complete silence, and you do exactly what I say, at once, you understand?"
She nodded and patted her pocket yet again to check the"Listen," he said to Ama and her daemon, "the woman has moved her and I can't see where she is. I'm going to have to go through and look around the cave to find her, and cut through as soon as I've done that. So stand back, keep out of the way so I don't accidentally cut you when I come back. If I get stuck there for any reason, go back and wait by the other window, where we came in.""We should both go through," Ama said, "because I know how to wake her, and you don't, and I know the cave better than you do, too."

Raphael The Sistine Madonna

2009-01-14T00:02:00.000-08:00

Raphael The Sistine MadonnaWilliam Bouguereau BiblisWilliam Bouguereau Nymphs and Satyr.
ankles, of something like juniper; and there were flowers like poppies, like buttercups, like cornflowers, giving a haze of different tints to the landscape; and then she saw a large bee, the size of the top segment of her thumb, visiting a blue flower head and making it bend and sway. But as it backed out of the petals and took to the air again, she saw that stop still and rub her eyes was the arrangement of their legs. They grew in a diamond formation: two in the center, one at the front, and one under the tail, so that the animals moved with a curious rocking motion. Mary longed to examine a skeleton and see how the structure worked.
For their part, the grazing creatures regarded her with mild, incurious eyes, showing it was no insect, for a moment later it made for her hand and perched on her finger, dipping a long needle-like beak against her skin with the utmost delicacy and then taking flight again when it found no nectar. It was a minute hummingbird, its bronze-feathered wings moving too fast for her to see.How every biologist on earth would envy her if they could see what she was seeing!She moved on and found herself getting closer to a herd of those grazing creatures she had seen the previous evening, whose movement had puzzled her without her knowing why. They were about the size of deer or antelopes, and similarly colored, but what made her

Frank Dicksee Passion

2009-01-12T23:25:00.000-08:00

Frank Dicksee PassionAndrea del Sarto Holy FamilyAndrea del Sarto Madonna of the Harpies
look at the author’s obsession with soccer (or football to most of the world) through his lifetime. This series of essays (each focused on a different match) is an absorbing read and incredibly interesting.19. A People’s History of the United States, by Power of Less, by Leo Babauta. OK, it’s cheesy and self-promotional to put your own book on a list you created. I know. But I couldn’t help it — sometimes you have to be self-promotional … and plus, I really think you’ll find value in this book. Teaches you to focus on the essentials in order to simplify your life and become more effective in your work.Howard Zinn. The book that changed history for many people who had previously only studied the usual textbooks. Zinn tells the story of the United States from an entirely different perspective — the powerless, instead of the rich and powerful. It’s the story of the blacks, the women, the Chinese who built the railroads, the poor, the workers, those oppressed by force and power, the voiceless, and many other minorities. An eye-opener.20. The

Marc Chagall Rain

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

Marc Chagall RainMarc Chagall Bridges over the SeineMarc Chagall Blue Lovers
day, in a week. Especially review the purpose, to be reminded of why each outcome is important to you. * Visualize Outcomes - Before doing something, it helps to close your eyes for a moment to visualize the end result. When the outcome is a reality, how will you feel? How will you celebrate it? How big will you smile? Feel Tell People About It - We are more likely to do something when we feel accountable for it. Let other people know what your up to, and you’re outcomes. * Visual Reminders - Post your outcome and its purpose up where you can see them - walls, bathroom mirror, on your desk, etc. * Find a Buddy - Find a buddy who is also working on something important to them. Become each other’s best support and motivator. Tell each other what you are currently focused on, why it is important and the actions you

Andy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964

2009-01-08T00:57:00.001-08:00

Andy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964Andy Warhol Shoes c 1980Andy Warhol Shoes 1980
parking lots, cemeteries, trucks.
Her new memoir, “Jour de Souffrance” (“Day of Suffering”), is the classic tale of the wronged wife, a journey through the three-year “crisis of jealousy” that she suffered as her lover — who is now her husband — played around. She Mr. Bruckner should know. Four years ago, he wrote a novel about a married male diplomat who led a . The protagonist ended up losing his wife, his children and his job. Mr. Bruckner was not able to sell the screenplay.now says that sex is not when the newsweekly Le Nouvel Observateur featured Ms. Millet and her new book on its cover, it ran a photograph of her, her left breast exposed, taken long ago.Ms. Millet never paid for sex. And although there are ads for male escorts on the Internet, the concept of a woman paying for sex is still a taboo. “If a woman agrees to pay a man for sex, she’s a whore,” Mr. Bruckner said. “If a man pays a woman for sexual services in France, it’s accepted. It’s one of the strange flaws of feminism.”

Jack Vettriano Bluebird At Bonneville

2009-01-06T00:24:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Bluebird At BonnevilleJack Vettriano Birth Of A DreamJack Vettriano Beautiful Dreamer 2001
May of 1983 they spent a few cold days at a series of little icebound, no-name high lakes, then worked across into the Hail Strew River drainage.
Going up, the day was fine but the trail deep-drifted and slopping wet at the margins. They left it to wind through a slashy cut, Around three they swung through a narrow pass to a southeast slope where the strong spring sun had had a chance to work, dropped down to the trail again which lay snowless below them. They could hear the river muttering and making a distant train sound a long way off. Twenty minutes on they surprised a black bear on the bank above them rolling leading the horses through brittle branchwood, Jack, the same eagle feather in his old hat, lifting his head in the heated noon to take the air scented with resinous lodgepole, the dry needle duff and hot rock, bitter juniper crushed beneath the horses’ hooves. Ennis, weathereyed, looked west for the heated cumulus that might come up on such a day but the boneless blue was so deep, said Jack, that he might drown looking up.

Jack Vettriano the Pier

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

Jack Vettriano the PierJack Vettriano The Picnic PartyJack Vettriano The Perfectionist
Tylô gave a bound under the insult, whereupon the Cat bristled up, twisting her whiskers under her little pink nose (for she was very proud of those two pale blotches which gave a special touch to her dark beauty); and then, arching her back and sticking up her tail, she hissed out, "Fft! Fft!" and stood stock-still on the chest of drawers, like a dragon on the lid of a Chinese vase.
Tyltyl and Mytyl screamed with laughter; but the quarrel would certainly have had a bad ending if, at that moment, a great thing .
At the window, in the centre of a great halo of sunshine, there rose slowly, like a tall golden sheaf, a maiden of surpassing loveliness! Gleaming veils covered her figure without hiding its beauty; her bare arms, stretched in the attitude of giving, seemed transparent; and her great clear eyes wrapped all upon whom they fell in a fond embrace.
"It's the Queen!" said Tyltyl.
"It's the Blessed Virgin!" cried Mytyl, kneeling beside her had not happened. At eleven o'clock in the evening, in the middle of that winter's night, a great light, the light of the noon-day sun, glowing and dazzling, burst into the cottage. "Hullo, there's daylight!" said the little boy, who no longer knew what to make of things. "What will Daddy say?' But, before the Fairy had time to set him right, Tyltyl understood; and, full of wonderment, he knelt before the latest apparition that bewitched his eyes

Jack Vettriano Soho Nights

2008-12-30T23:16:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Soho NightsJack Vettriano SilhouetteJack Vettriano Shades of Scarlett
Vroomfondel and Majikthise, the Greatest and Most Truly Interesting Pundits the Universe has ever known ... The Time of Waiting is over!" Wild cheers broke out amongst the crowd. Flags, streamers and wolf whistles sailed through the air. The narrower streets looked rather like centipedes rolled over on their backs and frantically waving their legs on the first floor of the building behind the dais from which the speaker was addressing the crowd. He experienced a moment's panic as he sailed straight through towards the window, which passed when a second or so later he found he had gone right through the solid glass without apparently touching it. No one in the room remarked on his peculiar arrival, which is hardly surprising as he wasn't there. He began to realize that the whole experience was merely a recorded projection which knocked six-track in the air. "Seven and a half million years our race has waited for this Great and Hopefully Enlightening Day!" cried the cheer leader. "The Day of the Answer!" Hurrahs burst from the ecstatic crowd. "Never again," cried the man, "never again will we wake up in the morning and think Who am I? What is my purpose in life? Does it really, cosmically speaking, matter if I don't get up and go to work? For today we will finally learn once and for all the plain and simple answer to all these naggingand Everything!" As the crowd erupted once again, Arthur found himself gliding through the air and down towards one of the large stately windows

Yue Minjun As Graceful As A Crane

2008-12-29T23:26:00.000-08:00

Yue Minjun As Graceful As A CraneYue Minjun A Young MuleYue Minjun A JokeRenoir Yvonne and Christine Lerolle Playing the Piano
Er, excuse me," said Ford following after him, "which government owns this ship?" Marvin ignored him. "You watch this door," he muttered, "it's about to open again. I can tell by the intolerable air of smugness it suddenly generates." With an ingratiating little whine the door slit open again and Marvin stomped through. "Come on," he said. The others followed quickly and the door slit back into place with pleased little clicks and whirrs. "Thank of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation," said Marvin and trudged desolately up the gleaming curved corridor that stretched out before them. "Let's build robots with Genuine People Personalities," they said. So they tried it out with me. I'm a personality prototype. You can tell can't you?" Ford and Arthur muttered embarrassed little disclaimers. "I hate that door," continued Marvin. "I'm not getting you down at all am I?" "Which government ..." started Ford again. "No government owns it," snapped the robot, "it's been stolen." "Stolen?" "Stolen?" mimicked Marvin. "Who by?" asked Ford. "Zaphod Beeblebrox." Something extraordinary happened to Ford's face. At least five entirely separate and distinct expressions of shock and amazement piled up on it in a jumbled mess. His left leg, which was

Heade Brazilian Forest

2008-12-28T23:54:00.000-08:00

Heade Brazilian ForestHeade Giant Magnolias on a Blue Velvet ClothHeade A Magnolia on Red VelvetHeade Cattelya Orchid and Three Brazilian Hummingbirds
like to think of myself as a pretty disciplined and motivated person - I mean, I write about this stuff! But, something about this particular target has been very psychologically challenging for me to take consistent action on. And I want to understand it.
Overcoming the mental blocks and actually taking action towards this outcome has been my focus over the past few weeks. I am proud to announce that I have been doing 5-mile walk-runs, every other day, successfully for fourteen days now.
I’m confident that since I have kept it up for two weeks, then surely, I can keep it up for a month. And if I can consistently do it for a month, I will have habituated the activity into my daily rhythm and be able to keep it up indefinitely.
The point of this article isn’t about running, but rather, Didn’t Work’
Looking back over past failed attempts at this target, I realized that I didn’t have enough reasons to keep myself motivated, thus I wasn’t fully committed to making the change. Here are some observations:

Dupre Cows At Pasture

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

Dupre Cows At PastureDupre A Shepherdess with her flockDupre A Milkmaid with her Cows on a Summer DayDupre The Wheatfield
mighty ancestry were a pronounced stoutness about the tum and a predilection for little fur hats. He was by no means a great warrior: in fact he was a nervous worried man. Today he was particularly nervous and worried because something had which allow some people to drive from point A to point B very fast whilst other people dash from point B to point A very fast. People living at point C, being a point directly in between, are often given to wonder what's so great about point A that so many people of point B are so keen to get there, and what's so great about point B that so many people of point A are so keen gone seriously wrong with his job - which was to see that Arthur Dent's house got cleared out of the way before the day was out. "Come off it, Mr Dent,", he said, "you can't win you know. You can't lie in front of the bulldozer indefinitely." He tried to make his eyes blaze fiercely but they just wouldn't do it. Arthur lay in , "we'll see who rusts first." "I'm afraid you're going to have to accept it," said Mr Prosser gripping his fur hat and rolling it round the top of his head, "this bypass has got to be built and it's going to be built!" "First I've heard of it," said Arthur, "why's it going to be built?" Mr Prosser shook his finger at him for a bit, then stopped and put it away again. "What do you mean, why's it got to be built?" he said. "It's a bypass. You've got to build bypasses." Bypasses are devices

Gockel Moved By The Music VII

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

Gockel Moved By The Music VIIGockel Moved By The Music VIGockel Midday Market IIGockel Midday Market I
luminous lichen encrusted it.Past chimneys they sailed, skimming wet rooftops with but a few feet to spare. They were close enough for Corky to discern individual roofing tiles and shingles even in the night and fog.Some impatient child at a bedroom window, eager for Christmas, sky gazing, dreaming of a reindeer-drawn sleigh, might see Trotter’s folly sailing through the rain and think that Santa Claus had come two nights early and by unconventional deposited at the house. Instead, he must lower himself with great care from the gondola to the roof of the groundskeeper’s building at the back of the property.To this point, Trotter had not done a great deal of piloting, for the line of travel transport.And here, now, after so much planning: the Manheim estate.Undetected, they crossed approximately forty feet above the monitored wall.They crossed over the motion detectors that were alert for intruders at ground level.They crossed scores of sentinel cameras, not one of which was aimed at the sky.Corky did not wish to be

Vincent van Gogh Vase with Twelve Sunflowers painting

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

Vincent van Gogh Vase with Twelve Sunflowers paintingVincent van Gogh The Olive Trees paintingVincent van Gogh Still Life with Open Bible painting
Westwood neighborhood, in a fine Nantucket-style house with cedar-shingle siding so silvered by time that enough to interrupt conversation.Perhaps he affected sunglasses indoors more often than not. He wore them on this occasion.Spetz-Mogg removed the shades and put them on again nearly as often as he recrossed his legs, though these two nervous tells were [432] not synchronized. He seemed unable to decide whether he had a better chance of surviving interrogation by presenting an open and guileless image or by hiding behind tinted lenses.Although the professor clearly believed that every cop was a brutal fascist, he’d never be one to climb a barricade to shout the accusation. He not even the rain could darken it, which suggested that the silvering might be an applied patina.Spetz-Mogg’s British accent was eccentric enough to be captivating, inconsistent enough to have been acquired during a long visit to those shores rather than by birth and upbringing.The professor welcomed Ethan and Hazard into \, but less cooperation, but in a nervous, wordy gush.He wore a roomy FUBU shirt and baggy low-rider pants with snap pockets on the legs, looking as ridiculous as any white man trying to dresfrom the hood, twice as ridiculous because he was forty-eight. Every time he crossed his legs, which he

Claude Monet Regatta At Argenteuil painting

2008-12-16T22:26:00.000-08:00

Claude Monet Regatta At Argenteuil paintingClaude Monet Woman with a Parasol paintingJohn William Waterhouse Miranda - The Tempest painting
, deep, cold silence, yes, but more and stranger than simply perfect, deep, and cold.Fric imagined that such a silence might be cast like a spell by any angel with supernatural powers, but that it might be a trick most characteristic of the Angel of at this by the hour.”[312] Fric wondered if he was more tired even than he realized. The conversation wasn’t always making sense. “Your old apartment?”“I’m a relatively new angel, son. Died this morning. I’m using the body I used to live in, though it’s ... more flexible now, with my new powers. What happened Death.The Mysterious Caller drew a breath, inhaling the very silence and letting sound into the world once more, beginning with his voice, which resonated with an ominous note of concern: “When did you use star sixty-nine, Aelfric?”“Well, after you called me in the train room.”“And also after I called you in the wine cellar?”“Yeah. Don’t you know all this ... being who you are?”“Angels don’t know everything, Aelfric. Now and then, some things are ... slipped by us.”“The first time, your phone just rang and rang—”“That’s because I used the telephone in my old apartment, where I lived before I died. I didn’t enter your number, just thought of you, but I did pick up the phone. I was still learning ... learning what I can do now. I’m getting smoother

Rembrandt Bathsheba at Her Bath painting

2008-12-12T00:07:00.000-08:00

Rembrandt Bathsheba at Her Bath paintingLord Frederick Leighton Wedded paintingLord Frederick Leighton The Last Watch of Hero painting
Three years ago, when he’d been seven, he’d been convinced that something strange and green and scaly crawled out of the toilet bowl in his bathroom every night and waited to devour him if ever he went for a postmidnight pee. For months, when Fric woke in the middle of the night with a bloated bladder, he left his suite and used safe bathrooms elsewhere grotto. Nothing but the cool draft and the flicker of light and shadow from fake gas lamps.The entrance and exit passages more or less divided the grotto in half. To Fric’s right were yet more racks of wine bottles. To his left, stacked floor to ceiling along the wall, were sealed wooden cases of wine.According to the stenciled names, the cases contained a fine French Bordeaux. In fact they were filled with cheap vino that only gutter-living bums would drink, and the contents had no doubt turned to vinegar decades before Fric had been born.in the house.In his own monster-occupied bath, he’d left a cookie on a plate. Night after night, the cookie remained untouched. Eventually he had substituted a chunk of cheese for the cookie, and then a package of lunch meat in place of the cheese. A monster might have no interest in cookies, might even turn its nose up at cheese, but surely no carnivorous beast could resist pimento-loaf bologna.When the bologna went unmolested for a week, Fric used his own bathroom again. Nothing ate him.[209] Now nothing followed him into the final

Sandro Botticelli Madonna in Glory with Seraphim painting

2008-12-10T23:10:00.001-08:00

Sandro Botticelli Madonna in Glory with Seraphim paintingJean Beraud The Great Boulevard paintingJean Beraud Le Billard paintingJean Beraud La Rue de la Paix 1907 painting
acutely aware of what an easy target a big man made in a narrow space, threw himself nonetheless into the hot pursuit. When you took the job, you knew it wasn’t part of the deal that you could pick and choose the places where you would line.Besides, like most cops, he operated on the superstitious conviction that the greatest risk came with hesitation, came in the moment when nerve was briefly lost. Survival depended on boldness who had recently escaped being shot at while in an armchair, didn’t bellow either a command or a threat at the gunman who had killed Rolf Reynerd. He just plunged down the stairs after the guy.By the time Hazard reached the midfloor landing, the shooter had [152seasoned with just enough fear to discourage outright recklessness.Or so it was easy to believe until a bit of boldness got you killed.In the movies, cops were always yelling “Halt! Police!” when they knew that the dirtbags running away from them weren’t going to obey, but also when a shout would reveal their presence before absolutely necessary and even before every bad board realized that badges were in play.Hazard Yancy,

Steve Hanks Holding the Family Together painting

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

Steve Hanks Holding the Family Together paintingClaude Monet Woman In A Green Dress paintingClaude Monet Vase Of Flowers paintingClaude Monet The women in the Garden painting
but blunt steel blade to scrape the blood from under the fingernails of his right hand, onto a square of acid-free white paper. Ethan hadn’t trimmed his nails in over a week, so she retrieved a significant number of shavings, some of which still appeared to be gummy.[39] His hand trembled throughout the process. She probably thought her beauty made him nervous.The material from under his fingernails would first be tested to THE PALOMAR PARKING LOT, AS THE RAIN and the wind painted a procession of colorless spirit shapes on the windshield of the Expedition, Ethan placed a call to Hazard Yancy’s .determine if it was indeed blood. Thereafter it would be conveyed to the medical-lab division to be typed and to have the DNA profile compared to the blood sample that the Vietnamese technician had drawn. Full toxicological results wouldn’t be ready until Wednesday afternoon.Ethan didn’t understand how he could have his own blood under his fingernails when he had not, after all, been shot in the gut and the chest. Yet as migrating geese know south from north without the aid of a compass, he knew this blood was his.

George Frederick Watts The Recording Angel painting

2008-12-08T00:39:00.000-08:00

George Frederick Watts The Recording Angel paintingGeorge Frederick Watts The Denunciation of Adam and Eve paintingGeorge Frederick Watts The Creation of Eve paintingGeorge Frederick Watts She shall be called woman painting
there is a convenient hook in the conversation for one of your jokes you can introduce it then. Otherwise wait Deliver slowly and with confidence. Many people ruin jokes by rushing them, mumbling incoherently or just getting the words wrong. Your practice should have overcome this but there is still a temptation to hurry. Slow down a little. Try to pause for effect before you deliver the punch line. That can add enormously to the impact.
5. Match the joke to the audience. A joke which is hilarious with the guys on the 7th tee might well be a disaster at the Church Bazaar. Jokes often challenge taboos so it is OK to risk a tiny amount of offence to one or two people. But if your joke seriously offends people then you were guilty of misjudgment. In mixed company during the day you should stay with safe material. In the evening you can be a little more risqué and with the men in the bar you can be outrageous. Choose wisely.
6. Reciprocate. Never finish anyone else’s joke. Always laugh or smile even if you have heard it before. Be a good joke teller and receiver.
7. Develop. As you build experience and confidence try more and different for a pause. Sometimes the most amusing jokes occur when people least expect the teller to tell a joke. So, if appropriate, be serious as you introduce the story and then catch your audience out with the punch line.

George Stubbs Whistlejacket painting

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

George Stubbs Whistlejacket paintingJohannes Vermeer The Little Street painting
Company. New messages have come from Rivendell perhaps.'He removed the bandage first from Gimli's eyes. 'Your pardon! ' he said, bowing low. `Look on us now with friendly eyes! Look and be glad, for you are the first dwarf to behold the trees of the Naith of Lórien since Durin's Day! 'When his eyes were in turn uncovered, Frodo looked up and Amroth, where in happier days his high house was built. Here ever bloom the winter flowers in the unfading grass: the yellow elanor, and the pale niphredil. Here we
Unknown Artist Volk Warmth paintingUnknown Artist David Winston Solitude painting
caught his breath. They were standing in an open space. To the left stood a great mound, covered with a sward of grass as green as Spring-time in the Elder Days. Upon it, as a double crown, grew two circles of trees: the outer had bark of snowy white, and were leafless but beautiful in their shapely nakedness; the inner were mallorn-trees of great height, still arrayed in pale gold. High amid the branches of a towering tree that stood in the centre of all there gleamed a white flet. At the feet of the trees, and all about the green hillsides the grass was studded with small golden flowers shaped like stars. Among them, nodding on slender stalks, were other flowers, white and palest green: they glimmered as a mist amid the rich hue of the grass. Over all the sky was blue, and the sun of afternoon glowed upon the hill and cast long green shadows beneath the trees.'Behold! You are come to Cerin Amroth,' said Haldir. `For this is the heart of the ancient realm as it was long ago, and here is the mound of

William Bouguereau the first kiss painting

2008-12-03T23:36:00.000-08:00

William Bouguereau the first kiss paintingClaude Monet Water Lily Pond painting
don't like this at all,' panted Sam just behind. 'Snow's all right on a fine morning, but I like to be in bed while it's falling. I wish this lot would go off to Hobbiton! Folk might welcome it there.' Except on the high moors of the Northfarthing a heavy fall was rare in the Shire, and was regarded as a pleasant event and a chance for fun. No living hobbit (save Bilbo) could remember the Fell Winter of 1311, when the white wolves invaded the Shire over the frozen Brandywine.
Francisco de Goya Nude Maja paintingchilde hassam Wayside Inn Sudbury Massachusetts painting
twisting and climbing road had in many places almost disappeared, and was blocked with many fallen stones. The night grew deadly dark under great clouds. A bitter wind swirled among the rocks. By midnight they had climbed to the knees of the great mountains. The narrow path now wound under a sheer wall of cliffs to the left, above which the grim flanks of Caradhras towered up invisible in the gloom; on the right was a gulf of darkness where the land fell suddenly into a deep ravine.Laboriously they climbed a sharp slope and halted for a moment at the top. Frodo felt a soft touch on his face. He put out his arm and saw the dim white flakes of snow settling on his sleeve.They went on. But before long the snow was falling fast, filling all the air, and swirling into Frodo's eyes. The dark bent shapes of Gandalf and Aragorn only a pace or two ahead could hardly be

Godward At the Garden Shrine, Pompeii

2008-12-02T23:04:00.000-08:00

Godward At the Garden Shrine, PompeiiGodward At the Garden DoorGodward A TrystGodward A Roman Matron
that moment Sam came running back from the edge of the dell.'I don't know what it is,' he said, 'but I suddenly felt afraid. I durstn't go outside this dell for any money; I felt that something was creeping up the slope.''Did you see anything?' asked Frodo, springing to his feet.'No, sir. I saw nothing, but I didn't stop to look.''I saw your hands!'For a breathless time they sat there, silent and alert, with their backs turned to the wood-fire, each gazing into the shadows that encircled them. Nothing happened. There was no sound or movement in the night. Frodo stirred, feeling that he must break the silence: he longed to shout out aloud.'Hush!' whispered Strider. 'What's that?' gasped Pippin at the same moment.Over the lip of the little dell, on the side away from the hill, they felt, rather than saw, a shadow rise, one shadow or more than one. They strained their eyes, and the shadows seemed to grow. Soon there could be no doubt:something,' said Merry; 'or I thought I did - away westwards where the moonlight was falling on the flats beyond the shadow of the hill-tops, I thought there were two or three black shapes. They seemed to be moving this way.''Keep close to the fire, with your faces outward!' cried Strider. 'Get some of the longer sticks ready in

Neiman The Golden Bear

2008-12-01T22:03:00.000-08:00

Neiman The Golden BearNeiman The FinishNeiman The EquestrianneNeiman The DiMaggio Cut
yellow beam flowed out brightly from a doorfrom them. Hey! Come merry dol! rolled out the song to greet them.Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!Then another clear voice, as young and as ancient as Spring, like the song of a glad water flowing down into the night from a bright morning in the hills, came falling like silver to meet them:Now let the song begin! Let us sing togetherOf sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water:Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!And with that song the hobbits stood upon the threshold, and a golden light was all about them. that was opened. There was Tom Bombadil’s house before them, up, down, under hill. Behind it a steep shoulder of the land lay grey and bare, and beyond that the dark shapes of the Barrow-downs stalked away into the eastern night.They all hurried forward, hobbits and ponies. Already half their weariness and all their fears had fallen

Waterhouse Jason and Medea

2008-11-30T23:34:00.000-08:00

Waterhouse Jason and MedeaWaterhouse Gathering Summer Flowers in a Devonshire GardenWaterhouse Gathering Almond BlossomsWaterhouse At the Shrine
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

2008-11-28T22:06:00.000-08:00

Turner Virginia WaterTurner Lancaster SandsTurner Giudecca la Donna della Salute and San GeorgioTurner Dort the Dort Packet Boat from Rotterdam Bacalmed about again, there was a large crowd at Bag End, uninvited but not unexpected.Frodo was waiting on the step, smiling, but looking rather tired and worried. He welcomed all the callers, but he had not much more to say eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century.For MILO BURROWS, hoping it will be useful, from B.B., on a gold pen and ink-bottle. Milo never answered letters.For ANGELICA’S use, from Uncle Bilbo, on a round convex mirror. She was a young Baggins, and too obviously considered her face shapely.than before. His reply to all inquiries was simply this: ‘Mr. Bilbo Baggins has gone away; as far as I know, for good.’ Some of the visitors he invited to come inside, as Bilbo had left ‘messages’ for them.Inside in the hall there was piled a large assortment of packages and parcels and small articles of furniture. On every item there was a label tied. There were several labels of this sort:For ADELARD TOOK, for his VERY OWN, from Bilbo, on an umbrella. Adelard had carried off many unlabelled ones.For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo, on a large waste-paper basket. Dora was Drogo’s sister and the

Shotwells TWILIGHT MEADOW

2008-11-27T22:07:00.001-08:00

Shotwells TWILIGHT MEADOWShotwells TURQUOISE BAYShotwells TIKI BEACHShotwells THE VISION
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."

　

Felisky A Vineyard View

2008-11-27T00:45:00.000-08:00

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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

2008-11-26T00:52:00.000-08:00

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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

Goya Maria Teresa of Vallabriga on Horseback

2008-11-24T21:14:00.001-08:00

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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

2008-11-23T19:57:00.000-08:00

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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

2008-11-21T21:34:00.001-08:00

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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

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

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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

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

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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

2008-11-18T21:57:00.001-08:00

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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

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

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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?"