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Jack Vettriano Birth Of A Dream

2009-05-14T00:58:00.000-07:00

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straight out of your wages so's you don't have to bother about it. Meet Asphalt.'
'Who?' said Buddy.
''S me,' said one of Asphalt was already wearing a 'Band With Rocks In' shirt. It was tight across the chest but reached down to the floor.
'Asphalt'll look after you,' said Dibbler. 'There isn't anything he doesn't know about show business.'
Asphalt gave them a big grin.
'You'll be OK with me,' he said. 'I've worked with 'em all, I have. Been everywhere, done it all.'
'We could go to the Fronts,' said Cliff. 'No‑one around there the sacks beside Dibbler.The sack opened up a bit and turned out not to be a sack at all, but a . . . a sort of crumbled . . . a kind of mobile heap of. . .Buddy felt his eyes watering. It looked like a troll, except that it was shorter than a dwarf. It wasn't smaller than a dwarf ‑ what Asphalt lacked in height he made up in breadth and, while on the subject, also in smell.'How come,' said Cliff, 'he's so short?'"N'elephant sat on me,' said Asphalt, sulkily.Glod blew his nose.'Only sat?'

Jack Vettriano The Smooth Operator

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

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red hair, says "an inrush of air, and a croak.
'I've always thought of it more as a guideline,' he said, mildly. 'Bursar, go and put this frog in the flowerbed and when he becomes his old self give him ten dollars. Ten dollars would be all right, wouldn't it?'
'Croak,' said the frog hastily.
'Good. And now will someone tell me what's going on?'
There was a series of crashes from downstairs.
'Why do I think,' said Ridcully to the world in general, 'that this isn't going ook", a lot?''That's him. Oh, dear. I wonder why he did that?' said Ridcully. 'Still, you know what they say . . . a five‑hundred‑pound gorilla can sleep where he likes.''But a three‑hundred‑pound monkey can give me my bloody wheels back,' said the man, unmoved. 'If I don't get my wheels back, there's going to be trouble.''Trouble?' said Ridcully.'Yeah. And don't think you can scare me. Wizards don't scare me. Everyone knows there's a rule that you mustn't use magic against civilians.' The man thrust his face close to Ridcully and raised a fist.Ridcully snapped his fingers. There was

Lord Frederick Leighton Solitude

2009-05-11T23:22:00.000-07:00

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don't expect me to believe you're the Tooth Fairy?' said Susan suspiciously.
She touched the ladder. It felt solid enough.
'Not the,' said the girl. 'A. I'm surprised you don't know that.'
She'd sauntered, B.F.'
'. . . shut up . . . just give the door a push.'
‘It's locked.'
The raven gave her a beady‑eyed look with its head on one side. Then it said: 'That stops you? Oh, well. I'll fetch the key.'
It appeared a moment later and dropped around the corner before Susan asked, 'Why me?'''Cos she can tell,' said a voice behind her. 'Takes one to know one.'She turned. The raven was sitting in a small open window.'You'd better come in,' it said. 'You can meet all sorts, out in that alley.''I already have.'There was a brass plate screwed on the wall besidethe door. It said: 'C V Cheesewaller, DM (Unseen) B. Thau, B.F.'It was the first time Susan had ever heard metal speak.'Simple trick,' said the raven, dismissively. 'It senses you looking at it. Just give–’'C V Cheesewaller, DM (Unseen) B. Thau

Piet Mondrian Gray Tree

2009-05-08T01:52:00.000-07:00

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I AM TOLD YOU KNOW EVERYTHING.
The holy man opened the other eye.
'The secret of The holy man shifted uneasily. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. A quick burst of the Infinite and a meaningful nudge in the direction of the begging bowl was how it was supposed to go.
"S black,' he muttered.
NOT, said the stranger, WHEN SEEN FROM THE OUTSIDE. THE NIGHT SKY IS BLACK. BUT THAT IS JUST SPACE. INFINITY, HOWEVER, IS BLUE.
'And I suppose you know what sound is made by one hand clapping, do you?' said existence is to disdain earthly ties, shun the chimera of material worth, and seek one‑ness with the Infinite,' he said. 'And keep your thieving hands off my begging bowl.'The sight of the supplicant was giving him trouble.I'VE SEEN THE INFINITE, said the stranger. IT'S NOTHING SPECIAL.The holy man glanced around.'Don't be daft; he said. 'You can't see the Infinite. 'Cos it's infinite.' I HAVE.'All right, what did it look like?'IT'S BLUE.

Benjamin Williams Leader The Wengen Alps Morning In Switzerland

2009-05-06T01:01:00.000-07:00

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strange thing, Colon remembered later. Everyone looked at Carrot.
Gaspode sniffed a lamp-post.
'I see Three-legged Shep has been ill again,' he said 'And old Willy the Pup is back in town.'
To a dog, a Two dogs emerged from the alley. They were huge. Their species was indeterminate. One of them was jet black and looked like a pit bull terrier crossed with a mincing machine. The other . . . the other looked like a dog whose name was almost certainly 'Butch'. Both sop and bottom set of fangs had grown so large that he appeared to be looking at the well-placed hitching post or lamp is a social calendar.'Where are we?' said Angua. Foul Ole Ron's trail was hard to follow. There were so many other smells.'Somewhere in the Shades,' said Gaspode. 'Sweethear Lane, smells like.' He snuffled across the ground. Ah here he is again, the little . . .'' 'ullo, Gaspode . . .'It was a deep, hoarse voice, a kind of whisper wit? sand in it. It came from somewhere in an alley.' 'o's yer fwiend, Gaspode?'There was a snigger.'Ah,' said Gaspode. 'Uh. Hi, guys.'

Pino SENSUALITY

2009-05-03T23:45:00.001-07:00

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nasty piece of work, that Coalface,' said Colon. A righthand troll for Chrysoprase.'
'Yes, but he couldn't have killed Bjorn,' said Carrot. 'And what about the beggar girl?'
Vimes sat looking at the floor.
'What do you think, captain?' said Carrot.
Vimes shrugged.'But all isn't well, captain,' said Carrot.
'So what? When has that ever mattered?'
'Oh, dear,' said Angua, under her breath. 'I think perhaps you gave him too much of that coffee . . .'
Vimes said, 'I'm retiring from the Watch tomorrow. Twenty-five years on the streets—'
Nobby started to grin nervously and stopped as the sergeant, without apparently shifting position, grabbed one of his arms and twisted it gently but meaningfully up his back.
'—and what good's it all been? What good have I done? I've just worn out a lo'Who cares?' he said.'Well, you care,' said Carrot. 'You always care. We can't let even someone like—''Listen to me,' said Vimes, in a small voice. 'Supposing we'd found who killed the dwarf and the clown? Or the girl. It wouldn't make any difference. It's all rotten anyway.''What is, captain?' said Colon.'All of it. You might as well try and empty a well with a sieve. Let the Assassins try to sort it out. Or the thieves. He can try the rats next. Why not? We're not the people for this. We ought to have just stayed with ringing our bells and shouting "All's well!" '

Guido Reni Reni Charity

2009-04-28T22:29:00.000-07:00

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, use another dwarf's actual tools?' Carrot's mouth twisted in distaste, as though someone had suggested he wear Corporal Nobbs' old shorts. 'Oh, no. that's not . . . right. I mean, they're . . . part of him. I mean . . . someone else using them, after better, we are trying to find out who killed Mr Hammerhock. All right?'
Carrot picked one up, but with considerable reluctance.
'This is Mr Hammerhock's chisel, this is,' he said reproachfully.
'Corporal Carrot, will you stop being a dwarf for two seconds? You're a guard! And give me the damn chisel! It's been a long day! Thank you!'he's used them all these years, I mean . . . urrgh.''Really?'The clockwork soldier marched under the bench.'It'd feel . . . wrong,' said Carrot. 'Er. Yukky.''Oh.' Vimes stood up.'Capt—''Ow!''—mind your head. Sorry.'Rubbing his head with one hand, Vimes used the other to examine the hole in the plaster.'There's . . . something in here,' he said. 'Pass me one of those chisels.'There was silence.'A chisel, please. If it makes you feel any

Leonardo da Vinci Lady With An Ermine

2009-04-27T23:52:00.000-07:00

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Angua watched the dog. The dog watched her.
She squatted on her haunches as it sat down and scratched an ear furiously.
Looking around carefully to make sure that no-one could see them, she barked an inquiry.
'Don't bower,' said the dog.
'You can talk?'
'Huh. That don't take much intelligence,' said the dog. 'And it don't take much intelligence to spot what you are, neither.'
Angua looked It scratched an ear again. 'Seems to me,' it said, 'we could help each other . . .'
'In what way?'
'Well, you could put me in the way of a pound of steak. That doepanicky.'Where does it show?''It's the smell, girl. Din't you learn nuffm? Smelled you a mile orf. I thought, oh-ho, what's one of them doing in the Watch, eh?'Angua waved a finger wildly.'If you tell anyone—!'The dog looked more pained than normal.'No-one'd listen,' it said.'Why not?'' 'Cos everyone knows dogs can't talk. They hear me, see, but unless things are really tough they just think they're thinking to 'emselves.' The little dog sighed. 'Trust me. I know what I'm talking about. I've read books. Well . . . chewed books.'

Frida Kahlo My Dress Hangs There

2009-04-26T22:53:00.000-07:00

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had practice,” said Magrat darkly.
Nanny Ogg raised her eyebrows, but made no further comment. Instead she nudged Granny with her boot.
“Wake up, Esme,” she said. “Well done. We won.”
“Esme?”
Ridcully knelt down stiffly and picked up one of Granny’s arms.
“It must have taken it out of her, all that effort,” burbled
Nanny. “Ponder and the Librarian helped drag the stones back into position, occasionally using the Bursar as a lever. He was going through the rigid phase again.
They were unusual stones. Ponder noticed—Freeing Magrat and everything—“Ridcully looked up.288LOR06 ftttO LftDf£S“She’s dead,” he said.He thrust both arms underneath the body and got unsteadily to his feet.“Oh, she wouldn’t do a thing like that,” said Nanny, but in the voice of someone whose mouth is running on auto-matic because their brain has shut down.“She’s not breathing and there’s no pulse,” said the wizard.“She’s probably just resting.”“Yes.”Bees circled, high in the blue sky.

Pop art long stage ray

2009-04-24T00:02:00.000-07:00

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do. I’m getting married tomorrow. One way or the other.”
“But—“
“Magrat finished rolling up the stained remnant of the wedding dress and stowed it in the sack.
“Have we got any horses?”
“There’s ... elf horses in the courtyard, miss. But I don’t think you’ll be able to ride one.”
l He knew this because the previous month’s issue of Popular Armor had run a feature entitled “We Test The Top Twenty Sub-$50 Helmets.” It had also run a second feature called “Battleaxes: We Put The Ten Best Through Their Paces” and had advertised for half a dozen new testers.
Shut up!”She’s going to get killed, Shawn thought. It’s enough to be able to pick up a sword. You have to know which end to poke into the enemy. I’m supposed to be on guard and she’s going to get killed—But-But— She shot one of them in the eye, right through the key-hole. I couldn’t have done that. I’d have said something like “Hands up!” first. But they were in the way and she just. . . got them out of her way.She’s still going to die. She’s just probably going to die bravely.I wish my mum was here.

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beaching the Boat

2009-04-21T23:11:00.000-07:00

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Belly!” shouted Baker, who wasn’t a man to let go of an idea.
The cart containing the props bumped and skidded on the rutted track.
Jason had to admit trees. Where to now?”
They’d reached a crossroads, if such it could be called.
“Don’t remember this one,” said Carpenter the poacher.
“Thought I knew all the paths around here.”
“That’s ‘cos you only ever sees ‘em in the dark,” said Jason.
“Yeah, everyone knows ‘tis your delight on a shining night,” said Thatcher the carter.that Morris dancing was a lot easier than acting. People didn’t keep turning up to watch and gig-gle. Small children didn’t stand around jeering. Weaver and Thatcher were in almost open rebellion now, and mucking up the words. The evenings were becoming a constant search for somewhere to rehearse.Even the forest wasn’t private enough. It was amazing how people would just happen to be passing.Weaver stopped pushing, and wiped his brow.“You’d have thought the Blasted Oak would’ve been safe,” he said. “Half a mile from the nearest path, and damn me if after five minutes you can’t move for charcoal burners, hermits, trappers, tree tappers, hunters, trolls, bird-limers, hurdle-makers, swine-herds, truffle hunters, dwarfs, bodgers and suspicious buggers with big coats on. I’m surprised there’s room in the forest for the bloody

Caravaggio The Crowning with Thorns

2009-04-20T00:40:00.000-07:00

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Archchancellor had been young once. After all, it was just a matter of time. Common sense suggested that wizards didn’t flash into existence aged seventy and weighing nineteen stone. But common sense needed reminding.
He felt he ,” he said.
Ponder said nothing. When you’re a cork in someone else’s stream of consciousness, all you can do is spin and bob in the eddies.
“What a summer,” murmured Ridcully. “Very like this one, really. Crop circles were bursting like raindrops. And . .. well, I was having doubts, you know. Magic didn’t seem to be enough. I was a bit ... lost. I’d have given it all up for her. Every blasted octogram and magic spell. Without a sec-ond thought. You know when they say things like ‘she had a laugh like a mountain stream’?”
“I’m not personally familiar with it,” said Ponder, “but I
-have read poetry that—“ought to say something.“Pretty, was she, sir?” he said.“No. No, I can’t say she was. Striking. That’s the word. Tall. Hair so blond it was nearly white. And eyes like gimlets, I tell you.”Ponder tried to work this out.“You don’t mean that dwarf who runs the delicatessen in—“ he began.“I mean you always got the impression she could see right through you,” said Ridcully, slightly more sharply than he had intended. “And she could run ...”He lapsed into silence again, staring at the newsreels of memory.“I would’ve married her, you know

William Bouguereau Cupid and Psyche as Children

2009-04-16T22:51:00.000-07:00

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good start," said Urn.
They looked at the Chosen One. He shook himself free of their grip and stood alone, swaying a little.
"No-oo," said Brutha. "No. I thought like that once, but it wouldn't. Not really."
Now, he said. Only now. Just one point in history. Not tomorrow, not next month, it'll always be too late unless it's now.
They stared at him.
"Come on," said Simony. "What's wrong with it? You can't argue with it."
"It's hard to XI. There Must Be Punishment! Otherwise There Will Be No Order!
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XII. I Do Not Need You! I Have Believers Enough Now
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explain," said Brutha. "But I think it's got something to do with how people should behave. I think . . . you should do things because they're right. Not because gods say so. They might say something different another time."VII. I Like One About Not Killing, said Om, from far above.VIII. It's Got A Good Ring To It. Hurry Up, I've Got Some Smiting To Do."You see?" said Brutha. "No. No smiting. No commandments unless you obey them too."Om thumped on the roof of the Temple.IX. You Order Me? Here? NOW? ME?"No. I ask."X. That's Worse Than Ordering!"Everything works both ways."Om thumped his Temple again. A wall caved in. That part of the crowd that hadn't managed to stampede from the Place redoubled its efforts.

Amedeo Modigliani Nude Sdraiato

2009-04-16T00:15:00.001-07:00

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They left the temple just before sundown. The lion had crawled into the shade of some rocks, but stood up unsteadily to watch them go.
"It'll track us," moaned Om. "They do that. For miles and miles."
"We'll survive."
"I wish I had your confidence."
"Ah, but I have a God to have faith in."
"There'll be no And, half an hour later, a black shadowy line on the silver moonlit desert, there were the tracks.
"The soldiers came this way. We just have to follow the tracks back. If we head where they've come from, we'll get where we're going."
"We'll never do it!"
"We're traveling light."more ruined temples.""There'll be something else.""And not even snake to eat.""But I walk with my God.""Not as a snack, though. And you're walking the wrong way, too.""No. I'm still heading away from the coast.""That's what I mean.""How far can a lion go with a spear wound like that in him?""What's that got to do with anything?""Everything."

Diego Rivera Night of the Rich

2009-04-14T23:48:00.000-07:00

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have been different.
For sheep are stupid, and have to be driven. But goats are intelligent, and need to be led.
Ur-Gilash, Great days. Great days. Every day fresh converts. The rise of Om had been unstoppable . . .
He jerked awake.
Old Ur-Gilash. Weather god, wasn't he? Yes. No. Maybe one of your basic giant spider gods? Something like that. Whatever happened to him?
What happened to me? How does it happen? You hang around the astral planes, going with the flow, enjoy the rhythms of the universe, you think that all the, you know, humans are getting thought Om. Ah, those were the days . . . when Ossory and his followers had broken into the temple and smashed the altar and had thrown the priestesses out of the window to be torn apart by wild dogs, which was the correct way of doing things, and there had been a mighty wailing and gnashing of feet and the followers of Om had lit their campfires in the crumbled halls of Gilash just as the Prophet had said, and that counted even though he'd said it only five minutes earlier, when they were only looking for the firewood, because everyone agreed a prophecy is a prophecy and no one said you had to wait a long time for it to come true.

Leonardo da Vinci St John the Baptist

2009-04-13T22:58:00.000-07:00

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Brutha pulled one off the nearest plant. And lo, he thought, there was another leaf.
"And you were going to be a bull?" he said.
"Opened my eyes . . . my eye . . . and I was a tortoise."
"Why?"
"How shouldare. That's what it says in the Book of Ossory. He was one of the Great Prophets, you know. I hope," Brutha added.
"Who told him I was omnipotent?"
"You did."
"No I didn't."
"Well, he said you did."
"Don't even remember anyone called Ossory," the tortoise muttered. I know? I don't know!" lied the tortoise."But you . . . you're omnicognisant," said Brutha."That doesn't mean I know everything."Brutha bit his lip. "Um. Yes. It does.""You sure?""Yes.""Thought that was omnipotent.""No. That means you're all-powerful. And you

Pierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneuses

2009-04-13T00:47:00.000-07:00

Pierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneusesPierre Auguste Renoir By the SeashoreThomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn
rubber-stamp-and-Deweydecimal employment, had some time ago turned the Librarian into an orang-utan. He had since do you get a lawn like this? You mows it and you rolls it for five hundred years and then a bunch of bastards walks across it.'
[4] In most old libraries the books are chained to the shelves to prevent them being damaged by people. In the Library of Unseen University, of course, it's more or less the other way about.
[5] At least, by anyone who wanted to wake up the same shape, or even the same species, as they went to bedresisted all efforts to turn him back. He liked the handy long arms, the prehensile toes and the right to scratch himself in public, but most of all he liked the way all the big questions of existence had suddenly resolved themselves into a vague interest in where his next banana was coming from. It wasn't that he was unaware of the despair and nobility of the human condition. It was just that as far as he was concerned you could stuff it.[3] The furrow left by the fleeing gargoyles caused the University's head gardener to bite through his rake and led to the famous quotation: 'How .

Piet Mondrian Avond Evening Red Tree

2009-04-10T00:20:00.000-07:00

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wove them had rather more dimensions than the usual three, but the worst thing about it was that if you looked at it long enough the pattern became blue dragons on a gold background, and a terrible feeling stole over you that if , above all, solid walls of the room.
'We could try sitting on it and saying "rise",' Nijel volunteered. 'And then, before we hit the roof, we could say, well, "stop".' He considered this for a bit, and then added, 'If that's the word.'
'Or, "drop",' said Rincewind, 'or "descend", "dive", "fall", "sink". Or "plunge".'
"Plummet",' suggested Conina gloomily.you kept on trying to see both types of dragon at once your brains would trickle out of your ears.Rincewind tore his gaze away with some difficulty as another distant explosion rocked the building.'How does it work?' he said.Creosote shrugged. 'I've never used it,' he said. 'I suppose you just say "up" and "down" and things like that.''How about "fly through the wall"?' said Rincewind.All three of them looked up at the high, dark and

Andy Warhol Page from Lips Book

2009-04-08T23:17:00.001-07:00

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'Oh, for goodness sake,' muttered Conina. She glanced at the men on either side of her, and then her hands moved. The one stabbed with the scissors was possibly better off than the one she raked with the comb, given the kind of opportunity,' he muttered under his breath, having just got the reference.
At least he had a unique opportunity to watch Conina fight. Not many men ever got to see it twice.
Her opponents started off grinning at the temerity of a slight young girl in attacking them, and then rapidly passed through various stages of puzzlement, doubt, concern and abject gibbering terror as they apparently became the centre of a flashing, tightening circle of steel. mess a steel comb can make of a face. Then she reached down, snatched up a sword dropped by one of the stricken men, and lunged at the other two.The leader turned at the screams, and saw the Luggage behind him with its lid open. And then Rincewind cannoned into the back of him, pitching him forward into whatever oblivion lay in the multidimensional depths of the chest.There was the start of a bellow, abruptly cut off.Then there was a click like the shooting of the bolt on the gates of Hell.Rincewind backed away, trembling. :A unique

John William Waterhouse The Lady Clare

2009-04-08T01:41:00.000-07:00

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This particular thief was credited with stealing the jewelled disembowelling knife from the Temple of Offler the Crocodile God during the middle of Evensong, and the silver shoes from the Patrician's finest racehorse while it was in the turning point of Ankh-Morpork's busy day, when those who make their living under the sun are resting after their labours and those who turn an honest dollar by the cold light of the moon are just getting up the energy to go to work. The day had, in fact, reached that gentle point when it was too late for housebreaking and too early for burglary.
Rincewind sat alone in the crowded, smoky room, and didn't take much the process of winning a race. When Gritoller Mimpsey, vice-president of the Thieves' Guild, was jostled in the marketplace and then found on returning home that a freshly-stolen handful of diamonds had vanished from their place of concealment, he knew who to blame.[7] This was the type of thief that could steal the initiative, the moment and the words right out of your mouth.However, it was the first time it had stolen something that not only asked it to, in a low but authoritative voice, but gave precise and somehow unarguable instructions about how it was to be disposed of.It was that cusp of the night that marks

Carl Fredrik Aagard Lodge on Lake Como

2009-04-07T00:08:00.001-07:00

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’ echoed Reg Shoe.
‘‘That’s right, Mr Shoe, ‘ said Schleppel happily. ‘Should we worry when he’s in front of us?’ said Ridcully, ‘Or is it worse because we know he’s behind us?’
‘Hah! No more closets and cellars for this bogey,’ said Schleppel. ‘That’s a shame, because we’ve got some really big cellars at the University,’ said Windle Poons quickly.
Schleppel was silent for a while. Then he said, in an exploratory tone of voice, ‘How big?’
‘Huge.’
‘Yeah? With rats?’Oook!’‘Yo!’ said Windle Poons.‘Yo!’ said Schleppel.(Somewhere in the darkness, where the crowd wasthinnest, the gaunt shape of Mr Ixolite, the world’s last surviving banshee, sidled up to the shaking building and bashfully shoved a note under the door. It said: OOOOeeeOOOeeeOOOeee.)The trolley ploughed to a very definitive stop. No-one turned around. Reg said, slowly: ‘You’re behind us, right?’.

Johannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water Jug

2009-04-06T00:13:00.000-07:00

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screw was turning, but that didn’t matter because something somewhere went ‘clonk’ and everything stopped.
From the crowd at the hedge there were shouts of ‘Get out and milk it!’, ‘We had one but the end fell off!’, ‘Simnel got down again. Distant catcalls drifted towards him as he untied the sheet and replaced it with a new one; he ignored them. Without moving his gaze from the scene in the opposite field, Bill Door pulled a sharpening stone out of his pocket and began to hone his scythe, slowly and deliberately.
Apart from the distant clink of the blacksmith’s tools, the schip-schip of stone on metal was the Tuppence more and up goes the donkey!’ and other time-honoured witticisms.Simnel got down, held a whispered conversation with Peedbury and his men, and then disappeared into the machinery for a moment. ‘It’ll never fly!’‘Veal will be cheap tomorrow!’This time the Combination Harvester got several feet before one of the rotating sheets split and folded up.By now some of the older men at the hedge were doubled up with laughter.‘Any old iron, sixpence a load!’‘Fetch the other one, this one’s broke!’

Vanitas Still Life

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

Vanitas Still LifeJohn Constable Wivenhoe ParkJohn Constable The White Horse
The apothecary who does medicine over in Chambly’s got a skelington on a hook with all wire to hold the bones together,’ said the child, with the air of one imparting information gained after diligent research.
I DON’T HAVE WIRES.
‘There’s a difference between alive skelingtons and dead ones?’
YES.
‘It’s a dead skelington he’s got then, is it?’
YES.
‘What was inside someone?’
YES.
‘Ur. ’
MY WORD.
The horizon was given another inspection.
‘D’you know,’ she said, ‘d’you know . . . it’s Friday.’
YES.Yuk.’The child stared distantly at the landscape for a while and then said, ‘I’ve got new socks.’YES?‘You can look, if you like.’A grubby foot was extended for inspection.WELL, WELL. FANCY THAT. NEW SOCKS.‘My mum knitted them out of sheep.
‘I found a spoon.’

Vincent van Gogh Sunflowers

2009-04-02T00:59:00.000-07:00

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have to act like that now. That’s what he would have done if he was alive, but despite what Reg Shoe proclaimed, it was quite hard to be proud when you were dead. A bit stiff, perhaps, but not proud.

‘Don’t know. Very unseasonal. It ought to be dying down around now,’ said Schleppel.
The floor about everything.’ Windle looked at his wizarding hat. Burial and tunnelling had not been kind to it, but after more than a century of wear it hadn’t been the height of haute couture to start with.
‘There’s always something new to learn, ‘ he said.
It was another day. Cyril the cockerel stirred on his perch.
The chalked words glowed in the half light.
He concentrated.shook again. Then the loose floorboard that had concealed Windle’s little fortune creaked, and started to put out shoots. ‘What do you mean, unseasonal?’ he said.‘You get a lot of it in the spring,’ said the voice from behind the door. ‘Shoving the daffodils up out of the ground and that kind of stuff.’‘Never heard of it, ‘ said Windle, fascinated.‘I thought you wizards knew everything

Frida Kahlo Fulang Chang and I

2009-04-01T00:32:00.000-07:00

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Although not common on the Discworld there are, indeed, such things as anti-crimes, in accordance with the fundamental law that everything in the multiverse has an opposite. They are, obviously, rare. Merely giving someone ‘ Nice,’ he said.
‘Fred?’
Colon, fascinated, watched the little snowflakes far inside the tiny glass globe.’Hmm?’
‘What am I supposed to do?’
‘Dunno. I suppose they’re yours, Throat. Can something is not the opposite of robbery; to be an antierime, it has to be done in such a way as to cause outrage ?Pn~Uor? humiliation to the victim. So there is breaking-and-decorating, proffering-with-embarrassment (as in most retirement presentations) and whitemailing (as in threatening to reveal to his enemies a mobster’s secret donations, for example, to charity). Anti-crimes have never really caught on.Sergeant Colon turned the object round and round in his hands. ‘Never seen one of these before, ‘ he said. He gave a shake. His face lit up.’Pretty, ain’t they?’‘The door was locked and everything,’ said Throat ‘And I ‘m paid up with the Thieves’ Guild.’Colon shook the thing again.

William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere Debout

2009-03-31T00:55:00.000-07:00

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er, I‑‘ Victor began.
‘I can bitecrackled from his fingers, and there was a greasy feel to the air that even student wizards soon learned to associate with a vast accumulation of magical potential. And there was fog in the pit. It was ridiculous, but there it was, covering the floor like a pale silver tide.
He shook Ginger’s shoulder. He waved a hand in front of her eyes. He shouted in her ear.
Then he tried the Patrician, and Dibbler. They yielded to pressure but swayed gently back into position again.
‘The film’s doing something to them,’ he said. ‘It must be the film. But I can’t see how. It’s a perfectly ordinary film. We don’t use magic in Holy Wood. At least . . . not normal magic it quite hard,’ Gaspode added. ‘Just say the word.’‘No, er‑‘‘Something’s boding, just like I said. Bode, bode, bode. Laddie’s tried barkin’ until he’s hoarse and no‑one’s listenin’. So I fort I’d try the old cold nose technique. Never fails.’Victor looked around him. The rest of the audience were staring at the screen as if they were prepared to remain in their seats for . . . for . . .. . . forever.When he lifted up his arms from his seat, sparks

Nicolas De Stael Noon Landscape

2009-03-29T23:51:00.000-07:00

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trick was to do magic and get away with it.
Because it room in some cheap building in some town that was about as real as, as, as, well, as the thickness of a click. It wasn’t the place to have thoughts like this.
The important thing was to remember that Holy Wood wasn’t a real place at all.
He stared at the posters again. You just get one chance, she said. You live for maybe seventy years, and if you’re lucky you get one chance. Think of all the natural skiers who are born in deserts. Think of all the genius blacksmiths who were born hundreds of years before anyone invented the horsewas as if the human race was a field of corn and magic helped the users grow just that bit taller, so that they stood out. That attracted the attention of the gods and - Victor hesitated - other Things. outside this world. People who used magic without knowing what they were doing usually came to a sticky end. All over the entire room, sometimes. He pictured Ginger, back on the beach. I want to be the most famous person in the whole world. Perhaps that was something new, come to think of it. Not ambition for gold, or power, or land or all the things that were familiar parts of the human world. Just ambition to be yourself, as big as possible. Not ambition for, but to be. He shook his head. He was just in some

Claude Monet Bank of the Seine Vetheuil

2009-03-27T00:05:00.000-07:00

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towards them.
He rounded the zebra pens and homed in on his assistant M’Bu, who was peacefully mucking out the ostriches.
‘How many-’ he stopped, and began to wheeze.
M’Bu, who was twelve years old, dropped his shovel and patted him heavily on the back.
‘How many-’ he tried again.
‘You been
‘Someone want elephants, boss?’
‘-got fifteen head, he was telling me, plus also there’s a load at the logging camp probably going cheap, call it two dozen-’
‘Someone want a lot of elephants, boss?’
‘-was saying there’s a herd over T’etse way, shouldn’t be a problemoverdoing it again, boss?’ said M’Bu in a concerned voice. ‘How many elephants we got?’ ‘I just done them,’ said M’Bu. ‘We got three.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yes, boss,’ said M’Bu, evenly. ‘It’s easy to be sure, with elephants.’ Azhural crouched in the red dust and hurriedly began to scrawl figures with a stick. ‘Old Muluccai’s bound to have half a dozen,’ he muttered. ‘And Tazikel’s usually got twenty or so, and then the people on the delta generally have-’

Francois Boucher The Interrupted Sleep

2009-03-25T21:14:00.000-07:00

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into a narrow alley.
Victor searched among the usual alley debris for a while until he found a piece of scrap paper. Then he rolled up his sleeves.
He watched a man in a long black cloak, a black hat and a moustache like a yard brush tie a girl to one of the trees. No-one seemed interested in stopping him, even though she was struggling. A couple of people were in fact watching disinterestedly, and there was a man standing And only then did he inspect the fence carefully until he found a couple of loose boards that, with a bit of effort, let him through. This brought him into an area stacked with lumber and piles of cloth. There was no-one around. Walking purposefully, in the knowledge that no-one with their sleeves rolled up who walks purposefully with a piece of paper held conspicuously in their hand is ever challenged, he set out across the wood and canvas wonderland of Interesting and Instructive Kinematography. There were buildings painted on the back of other buildings. There were trees that were trees, at the front, and just a mass of struts at the back. There was a flurry of activity although, as far as Victor could see; no-one was actually producing anything.

Andy Warhol Neuschwanstein

2009-03-24T01:00:00.000-07:00

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by a raised block, with a blanket and a pillow on it.
Neither of them looked particularly old. It was almost disappointing.
Gern craned to look around.
'Quite nice, really,' he said. 'Comfy.'
'No,' said , showing what Dil considered to be unnecessary enthusiasm.
'No. It's one of the really ancient dialects. Can't make out a blessed hieroglyph,' said Teppicymon. 'I shouldn't think there's a single person alive today who can read it.'
'That's a shame,' said Gern.
'True enough,' said the king, and sighed. They stood in gloomy silence.
'So perhaps we could ask one of the dead ones?' said Gern.
'Er. Gern,' said Dil, backing away.Dil. 'Hey, master king, look here,' said Gern, trotting over to one of the walls. 'Look. Someone's been scratching things. Look, all little lines all over the wall.' 'And this wall,' said the king, 'and the floor. Someone's been counting. Every ten have been crossed through, you see. Someone's been counting things. Lots of things.' He stood back. 'What things?' said Dil, looking behind him. 'Very strange,' said the king. He leaned forward. 'You can barely make out the inscriptions underneath.' 'Can you read it, king?' said Gern

Andy Warhol Dollar Sign 1981

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

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seemed to be taken pretty bad there-' Arthur began. Teppic waved his hands dismissively.
'Look,' he said, 'please, I don't want anyone sensibly pointing out things. I don't want anyone telling me I should rest. None of it 'Well, thirty per cent honest,' Chidder admitted, 'which is a lot more honest than most. You'd better tell me how you know. Extremely quickly.'
'I - don't know,' said Teppic. 'When I was . . . asleep, it seemed I knew everything. Everything about everything. I think my father is dead.'matters. I will be back in the kingdom as soon as possible. It's not a case of must, you understand. I will. And you can help me, Chiddy.' 'How?' 'Your father has an extremely fast vessel he uses for smuggling,' said Teppic flatly. 'He will lend it to me, in exchange for favourable consideration of future trading opportunities. If we leave inside the hour, it will do the journey in plenty of time.' 'My father is an honest trader!' 'On the contrary. Seventy per cent of his income last year was from undeclared trading in the following commodities-' Teppic's eyes stared into nothingness - 'From illegal transport of gullanes and leuchars, nine per cent. From night-running of untaxed-'

John William Waterhouse Apollo and Daphne

2009-03-19T01:11:00.000-07:00

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find out what was actually being sung you would have to go all the way back down to the dying fire by the standing stone, where the cross-resonances and waves of conflicting echoes focused on a small, elderly woman who was waving an empty bottle.
'—with a snail if you slow to a crawl, but the hedgehog—'
'It tastes better at the bottom of the bottle, doesn't it,' Magrat said, trying to drown out the chorus.
'That's right,' said Granny, draining her cup.
'Is there Nanny Ogg stopped singing.
'Yes,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'Well.'
Magrat became aware of an uncomfortable atmosphere.
'You did tell the truth, didn't you?' she said. 'They really are brothers, aren't any more?''I think Gytha finished it, by the sound of it.'They sat on the fragrant heather and stared up at the moon.'Well, we've got a king,' said Granny. 'And there's an end of it.''It's thanks to you and Nanny, really,' said Magrat, and hiccupped.'Why?''None of them would have believed me if you hadn't spoken up.''Only because we was asked,' said Granny.'Yes, but everyone knows witches don't lie, that's the important thing. I mean, everyone could see they looked so alike, but that could have been coincidence. You see,' Magrat blushed, 'I looked up droit de seigneur. Goodie Whemper had a dictionary.'

Thomas Moran Moonlit Seascape

2009-03-17T22:45:00.000-07:00

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silver dollars and eighteen copper pieces in profit, I make it,' said Tomjon.
'That was amazing,' said the Fool. 'I mean, the way they volunteered to go home and get some more money as well, after you gave them that speech about the rights of man.'
He dabbed some more ointment on his head.
'And the youngest one started to cry,' he added. 'Amazing.'
'It wears off,' said Hwel.
'You're a dwarf, aren't you?'
Hwel the least I can do,' said the Fool nervously. 'And I'm sure the little fellow would like something to quaff.'
Hwel gripped the edge of the table and opened his mouth to roar.didn't feel he could deny this.'I can tell you're a Fool,' he said.'Yes. It's the bells, isn't it?' said the Fool wearily, rubbing his ribs.'Yes, and the bells.' Tomjon grimaced and kicked Hwel under die table.'Well, I'm very grateful,' said the Fool. He stood up, and winced. 'I'd really like to show my gratitude,' he added. 'Is there a tavern open around here?'Tomjon joined him at the window, and pointed down the length of the street.'See all those tavern signs?' he said.'Yes. Gosh. There's hundreds.''Right. See the one at the end, with the blue and white sign?''Yes. I think so.''Well, as far as I know, that's the only one around here that's ever closed.''Then pray allow me to treat you to a drink. It's

Lorenzo Lotto Madonna and Child with Saints

2009-03-16T23:32:00.000-07:00

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'Verence, King of Lancre,' said the ghost, and bowed. 'Do I have the honour of addressing Granny Weatherwax, doyenne of witches?'
It has already been pointed out that just because Verence came from a long line of kings didn't mean that he was basically stupid, and a year without the distractions of the flesh had done wonders as well. Granny Weatherwax considered herself totally unsusceptible to buttering up, but the king was expertly applying the equivalent of the dairy surplus of quite a large country. Bowing was a particularly good touch.
A muscle I indulged in a little trickery to arrange matters. Currently I am haunting her apron.'
'Not the first, either,' said Granny, automatically.
'Esme!'
'And I beg you, Granny Weatherwax, to restore my son to the throne.'
'Restore?'twitched at the corner of Granny's mouth. She gave a stiff little bow in return, because she wasn't quite sure what 'doyenne' meant.'I'm her,' she conceded.'You can get up now,' she added, regally.King Verence remained kneeling, about two inches above the actual ground.'I crave a boon,' he said urgently.'Here, how did you get out of the castle?' said Granny.'The esteemed Nanny Ogg assisted me,' said the king. 'I reasoned, if I am anchored to the stones of Lancre, then I can also go where the stones go. I am afraid

Rene Magritte The Voice of the Winds

2009-03-15T22:42:00.001-07:00

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troupe got under way a few hours before sunset, their four carts lurching off down the road that led towards the Sto plains and the big cities. Lancre had a town rule that all mummers, mountebanks and other potential criminalsjust paint and paper. Anyone could see that.'
Magrat opened her mouth to speak, ran the ensuing argument through her head, and shut it again.
'Where's Nanny?' she said.
'She's lying out on the lawn,' said Granny. 'She felt a bit poorly.' And from outside were outside the gates by sundown; it didn't offend anyone really because the town had no walls to speak of, and no-one much minded if people nipped back in again after dark. It was the look of the thing that counted.The witches watched from Magrat's cottage, using Nanny Ogg's ancient green crystal ball.'It's about time you learned how to get sound on this thing,' Granny muttered. She gave it a nudge, filling the image with ripples.'It was very strange,' said Magrat. 'In those carts. The things they had! Paper trees, and all kinds of costumes, and—' she waved her hands – 'there was this great big picture of forn parts, with all temples and things all rolled up. It was beautiful.'Granny grunted.'I thought it was amazing the way all those people became kings and things, didn't you? It was like magic.''Magrat Garlick, what are you saying? It was

Johannes Vermeer Saint Praxidis

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

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maid put her hand to her mouth. Her shoulders shook. Her eyes sparkled. A sound like escaping steam crept between her fingers.
I can't help it, Cutwell thought, I just seem to have this amazing effect on women.
'Is it a manjoined them with extreme reluctance but with remarkable self-control. Only the frantic bobbing of his adam's apple betrayed him. There was no doubt about it, he'd be no good for magic for days.
She turned and he caught a whiff of talcum powder. For weeks, dammit, for weeks.?' came Keli's voice from within. The maid's eyes glazed over and she tilted her head, as if not sure of what she had heard.'It's me, Cutwell,' said Cutwell.'Oh, that's all right, then. You can come in.'Cutwell pushed past the girl and tried to ignore the muffled laughter as the maid fled the room. Of course, everyone knew a wizard didn't need a chaperon. It was just the tone of the princess's 'Oh, that's all right then' that made him writhe inside.Keli was sitting at her dressing table, brushing her hair. Very few men in the world ever find out what a princess wears under her dresses, and Cutwell

Marc Chagall Rain

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

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'I demand to see the wizard,' she announced. 'Pray admit me this instant.'
'He's She beat on the door with renewed vigour, yelling with all the power in her lungs.
A voice by her ear said, 'It won't work. He 'eef very fstubborn.'rather busy at present,' said the face. 'Were you after a love potion?''A what?''I've – we've got a special on Cutwell's Shield of Passion ointment,' said the face, and winked in a startling fashion. 'Provides your wild oats while guaranteeing a crop failure, if you know what I mean.'Keli bridled. 'No,' she lied coldly, 'I do not.''Ramrub? Maidens' Longstop? Belladonna eyedrops?''I demand —''Sorry, we're closed,' said the face, and shut the door. Keli withdrew her foot just in time.She muttered some words that would have amazed and shocked her tutors, and thumped on the woodwork.The tattoo of her hammering suddenly slowed as realisation dawned.He'd seen her! He'd heard her!

Thomas Kinkade Lombard Street

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

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Finding out about Albert tagged itself on to the end of his list of things to do.
HOLD THIS, said Death, and pushed a scythe into his hand while he swung himself up on to Binky. The scythe looked normal without ostentation and could slide between dimensions as easily as he could slip through a locked door, and they moved at an easy gallop through cloud canyons, past great billowing mountains of cumulus, until the wisps parted in front of them and the Disc lay below, basking in sunlight.
THAT'S BECAUSE TIME IS ADJUSTABLE, said Death, hen Mort pointed this out. IT'S NOT REALLY IMPORTANT.enough, except for the blade: it was so thin that Mort could see through it, a pale blue shimmer in the air that could slice flame and chop sound. He held it very carefully.RIGHT, BOY, said Death. COME ON UP. ALBERT. DON'T WAIT UP.The horse trotted out of the courtyard and into the sky.There should have been a flash or rush of stars. The air should have spiralled and turned into speeding sparks such as normally happens in the common, everyday trans-dimensional hyper-jumps. But this was Death, who has mastered the art of going everywhere

Vincent van Gogh Sunflowers

2009-03-09T23:13:00.001-07:00

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The student wizards had run back to the Great Hall, where Cutangle and Granny Weatherwax were still locked in the magical equivalent of Indian arm wrestling. The flagstones under Granny were halfmelted and cracked and the table behind Cutangle had taken root and already bore a rich crop of acorns.
One of the Granny led him out into the passage and around the corner to a window-seat. She sat down, leaning her broomstick against the wall. Rain drummed heavily on the roofs outside, and a few zigzags of lightning indicated a storm of Ramtop proportions approaching the city.
"That was quite an impressive display," she said: "You nearly won once or twice there."students had earned several awards for bravery by daring to tug at Cutangle's cloak .... And now they were crowded into the narrow room, looking at the two bodies. Cutangle summoned doctors of the body and doctors of the mind, and the room buzzed with magic as they got to work. Granny tapped him on the shoulder. "A word in your ear, young man," she said. "Hardly young, madam," sighed Cutangle, "hardly young." He felt drained. It had been decades since he'd duelled in magic, although it was common enough among students. He had a nasty feeling that Granny would have won eventually. Fighting her was like swatting a fly on your own nose. He couldn't think what had come over him to try it.

Amedeo Modigliani the Reclining Nude

2009-03-09T01:47:00.001-07:00

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eminence. He represents his tribe in all his dealings with the outside world, which the average Zoon long ago gave up trying to understand. Zoon tribes are very proud of their Liars.
Other raceswill be people at will worry, yesno?"
"I expect Granny will come looking for me," said Esk, "but I don't think she will worry much. Just be angry, I expect. Anyway, I'm going to Ankh-Morpork. You can put me off the ship -"
"- boat -"
"- if you like. I don't mind about the pike."
"I can't do that," said Amschat.
"Was that a lie?" get very annoyed about all this. They feel that the Zoon ought to have adopted more suitable titles, like "diplomat" or "public relations officer". They feel they are poking fun at the whole thing. "Is all that true?" said Esk suspiciously, looking around the barge's crowded cabin. "No," said Amschat firmly. His junior over a tiny ornate stove, giggled. His three children watched Esk solemnly over the edge of the table. "Don't you ever tell the truth?" "Do you?" Amschat grinned his goldmine grin, but his eyes were not smiling. "Why do I find you on my fleeces? Amschat is no kidnapper. There

Edgar Degas The Rehearsal

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

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me, little one. It's only old Granny."
The hump didn't uncurl.
Granny bit her lip. She was never quite certain about children, thinking of them - when she thought about them at all - as coming somewhere between animals and people. She understood babies. You put milk in one end and kept the other end as clean as possible. Adults were even easier, because they did the feeding and cleaning themselves. But in between was a world of experience that she had never really enquired about. As far as she was aware, you just tried to stop them catching anything fatal and hoped that it would all turn out all right.
Granny, in fact, was at a loss, but she knew she had to do something.
ventured.
There was no perceptible effect.
"Eskarina Smith, if you don't behave this minute I will give you such a smack!"
Esk poked her head out cautiously.nasty wolfie fwiten us, den?" she hazarded. For quite the wrong reasons, this seemed to work. From the depths of the ball a muffled voice said: "I am eight, you know." "People who are eight don't curl up in the middle of the snow," said Granny, feeling her way through the intricacies of adult-child conversation. The ball didn't answer. "I've probably got some milk and biscuits
"There's no need to be like that," she said.
When Smith reached the cottage Granny had just arrived, leading Esk by the

Salvador Dali The Transparent Simulacrum of the Feigned Image

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

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'It's very patient and it never gives up. That's sapient pearwood you're dealing with. It'll let you think it's forgotten you, then one day you'll be walking along a dark street and you'll hear these little footsteps behind you – shlup, shlup, they'll go, then you'll start running and they'll speed up, shlupshlupSHLUP—'
'Shut up!'By late afternoon they came to the crest of a hill and looked down on the broad valley of the upper Smarl, the longest river on the Disc. It was already half a mile across, and heavy with the silt that made the lower valley the most fertile area on the continent. A few wisps of early mist wreathed its banks.
'Shlup,' said Rincewind. He felt Weems jerk upright in the saddle. shouted Weems.'It's probably already recognised you, so —''I said shut up!'Herrena turned around in her saddle and glared at them. Weems scowled and pulled Rincewind's ear until it was ight in front his mouth, and said hoarsely, I'm afraid of nothing, understand? This wizard stuff, I spit on it.''They all say that until they hear the footsteps,' said Rincewind. He stopped. A knifepoint was pricking his ribs. Nothing happened for the rest of the day but, to Rincewind's satisfaction and Weems' mounting paranoia, the Luggage showed itself several times. Here it would be perched incongruously on a crag, there it would be half-hidden in a ditch with moss growing over it.

Benjamin Williams Leader A Fine Day on the Thames

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

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'Oh,' said Rincewind, deflating a bit. 'Oh, right. Right then. Good. Perhaps we'd better be off, then.'
He scrambled up and brushed the snow off himself.
'Only I think we should wait until morning,' added Twoflower.
'Why?'
'Well, because it's freezing cold, we don't really know where we are, the Luggage has gone missing, it's getting dark—'
Rincewind paused. In the deep canyons of his mind he thought he heard the distant rustle of ancient paper. He had a horrible feeling that his dreams were going to be very repetitive from now on, and he had much better things to do than be lectured by a bunch of ancient spells who couldn't even agree on how the Universe began —'Oh, shut up,' said Rincewind wearily. 'I don't suppose there's anything to eat around here?'
The giant stones were black and menacing against the dying green light of sunset. The inner circle was full of druids, scurrying around by the light of several bonfires and tuning up all the necessary peripherals of a stone rams' skulls on poles topped with mistletoe, banners embroidered with twisted snakes and so on. Beyond the circles of firelight a large number of plains people had gathered; druidic festivals were always popular, especially when things went wrong. Rincewind stared at them.
'What's going on?'A tiny dry voice at the back of his brain said: What things?'Oh, shut up,' he said.'I only said it's freezing cold and—' Twoflower began.'I didn't mean you, I meant me.''What?'

Arthur Hughes The Long Engagement

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

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but then we're threatened, also at a vast expenditure of magic-"
"Yes, I thought it would be something like seaweed," agreed Rincewind. "They certainly taste like seaweed would taste if anyone was masochistic enough to eat seaweed."
"-and then we're manhandled by guards and thrown in here-"
"Pushed gently," corrected Garhartra.
"-which turned out to be this amazingly rich room and there's all this food and a man saying he's devoting his us happy," Twoflower concluded. "What I'm getting at is this sort of lack of consistency."
"Yar," hardly be a sacrifice if we didn't, would it? But don't worry - it'll be comparatively painless."
"Comparatively? Compared to what?" said Rincewind. He picked up a tall green bottle that was full of sea grape jellyfish wine and hurled it hard at the Guestmaster, who flung up a hand as if to protect himself.
There was a crackle of octarine flame from his fingers and the air suddenly took said Rincewind. "What he means is, are you about to start being generally unpleasant again? Is this just a break for lunch?"Garhartra held up his hands reassuringly."Please, please," he protested. "It was just necessary to get you here as soon as possible. We certainly do not want to enslave you. Please be reassured on that score.""Well, fine," said Rincewind."Yes, you will in fact be sacrificed," Garhartra continued placidly."Sacrificed? You're going to kill us?" shouted the wizard."Kill? Yes, of course. Certainly! It would

Pino THE DANCER

2009-03-01T22:22:00.000-08:00

Pino THE DANCERPino SWEET DREAMSPino SENSUALITYPino MOTHER'S LOVE
wings, Twoflower peered up at the shapes of roosting beasts and tiny men-shaped dots that were somehow walking upside down.
This is a roosting hall, said the dragon in a satisfied tone.
As Twoflower watched, one of the shapes far above detached itself from the roof and began to grow larger...
in front of him in a cold blue flame that streamed in the wind.
He waved the other hand, drunk with terror and magic.
"Ebiris," he intoned. The sound froze into Rincewind watched as Lio!rt's pale face dropped away from him. This is funny, gibbered a small part of his mind, why am I rising?Then he began to tumble in the air and reality took over. He was dropping to the distant, guano-speckled rocks.His brain reeled with the thought. The words of the Spell picked just that moment to surface from the depths of his mind, as they always did in time of crisis. Why not say us, they seemed to urge. What have you got to lose?Rincewind waved a hand in the gathering slipstream."Ashonai," he called. The word formed

Paul Gauguin The White Horse

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

Paul Gauguin The White HorsePaul Gauguin The SiestaPaul Gauguin Tahitian Women On the BeachPaul Gauguin Still Life with Three Puppies
haired man with glasses. "But I've spent most of my life studying the mechanisms in the brain that are associated with the development of lasting memories. So I thought that I should at least meet the woman."
McGaugh and his staff realized they were looking at an exotic case, perhaps even a scientific sensation. For that reason the dates of all Easter holidays from 1980 to 2003. "It took her 10 minutes, and she only got one of the 24 dates wrong, where she was off by two days," says McGaugh. He had Price repeat the test two years later, and the second time she got all the dates right. "I thought that was especially impressive," says McGaugh, "because she is Jewish. Easter means nothing to her."
The scientists were able to verify her autobiographical data because she has they took a thorough approach, and for five years they subjected Price to batteries of neuropsychological tests, combed the professional literature for similar cases and developed special questionnaires to allow them to test her memory.Once she was asked to write down

Sung Kim Overlook Cafe II

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

Sung Kim Overlook Cafe IISung Kim Overlook Cafe ISung Kim EscapeUnknown Artist Orange Horizon
one movement Rincewind unrolled and bounced up in front of the little man, his hands gripping his shoulders desperately. His eyes were wild and wide.
"Don't say it!" he hissed. "Don't say it and we might get out! "
"Get out? How did you get in? Don't you know-"
"Don't say it!""Number?" said Twoflower. "Hey, Rincewind-"
"Yes, number! Between seven and nine. Four plus four"
"What, ei-"
Rincewind's disposal of grimoires began to become a severe problem on the Discworld. A spell is still a spell even when imprisoned temporarily in parchment and ink. It has potency. This is not a problem while the book's owner still lives, but on his death the Spell book becomes a source of uncontrolled power that cannot easily be defused.hands clapped over the man's mouth. "Say it and we're doomed. Just don't think about, right. Trust me!""I don't understand," wailed Twoflower. Rincewind relaxed slightly; which was to say that he still made a violin string look like a bowl of jelly."Come on," he said. "Let's try and get out. And I'll try and tell you." After the first Age of Magic the
In short, spell books leak magic. Various solutions have Twoflower backed away from this madman"Don't say it!""Don't say what?""The number."been tried. Countries near

Tom Thomson Jack Pine

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

Tom Thomson Jack PineRodney White Nothing to DreamSung Kim PointSung Kim Paradise
Well, I'm kinda with you on that. Sticks and stones, I'll break yer bones, but names ain't worth a quarrel. But ma'am, you see my dilemma, I hope. I'm a simple aeronaut, and I'd like to end my days in comfort. Buy a little farm, a few head of cattle, some horses...Nothing grand, you notice. No palace or slaves or heaps of gold. Just the evening perfectly ourselves."
"I see that, ma'am, and I envy you; but I ain't got your sources of satisfaction. Flying is just a job to me, and I'm just a technician. I might as well be adjusting valves in a gas engine or wiring up anbaric circuits. But I chose it, you see. It was my own free choice. Which is why I find this notion of a war I ain't been told nothing about kinda troubling."wind over the sage, and a ceegar, and a glass of bourbon whiskey. Now the trouble is, that costs money. So I do my flying in exchange for cash, and after every job I send some gold back to the Wells Fargo Bank, and when I've got enough, ma'am, I'm gonna sell this balloon and book me a passage on a steamer to Port Galveston, and I'll never leave the ground again.""There's another difference between us, Mr. Scoresby. A witch would no sooner give up flying than give up breathing. To fly is to be

Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman

2009-02-23T22:36:00.001-08:00

Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of WomanGustav Klimt The Fulfillment (detail I)Gustav Klimt The Embrace (detail_ square)Gustav Klimt Schloss Kammer Am Attersee II
lights, their boots pattering and creaking in the hard-packed snow.
Behind them, adults were shouting, and there was a rumble and crash as another part of the building fell in. Sparks gushed into the air, and flames billowed out with a sound like tearing cloth; but cutting through this came . They were all in padded mail, and they had no eyes-or at least you couldn't see any eyes behind the snow slits of their helmets. The only eyes you could see were the round black ends of the rifle barrels and the blazing yellow eyes of the wolf daemons above the slaver dripping from their jaws.
Lyra faltered. She hadn't dreamed of how frightening those wolves were. And now that she knew how casually people at Bolvangar broke the great taboo, she shrank from the thought of those dripping teeth....another sound, dreadfully close and violent. Lyra had never heard it before, but she knew it at once: it was the howl of the Tartar guards' wolf daemons. She felt weak from head to foot, and many children turned in fear and stumbled to a stop, for there running at a low swift tireless lope came the first of the Tartar guards, rifle at the ready, with the mighty leaping grayness of his daemon beside him.Then came another, and another

Diego Rivera Detroit Industry

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

Diego Rivera Detroit IndustryLeroy Neiman Rocky vs ApolloAndy Warhol SupermanAndy Warhol Sunset
fact that the gyptians had heard or seen nothing of Mrs. Coulter worried Farder Coram and John Faa more than they let Lyra know; but they weren't to know that she was worried too. Lyra feared Mrs. Coulter and thought about weapons into shape for the assault on Bolvangar. John Faa hoped that Lee Scoresby might find some ground gas to fill his smaller balloon (for he had two, apparently) and go up to spy out the land. However, the aeronaut attended to the condition of the weather as closely as a sailor, and he said there was going to be a fog; and sure enough, as soon as they stopped, a thick mist descended. Lee Scoresby knew he'd see nothing from the sky, so he had to content her often. And whereas Lord Asriel was now "father," Mrs. Coulter was never "mother." The reason for that was Mrs. Coulter's daemon, the golden monkey, who had filled Pantalaimon with a powerful loathing, and who, Lyra felt, had pried into her secrets, and particularly that of the alethiometer.And they were bound to be chasing her; it was silly to think otherwise. The spy-fly proved that, if nothing else.But when an enemy did strike, it wasn't Mrs. Coulter. The gyptians had planned to stop and rest their dogs, repair a couple of sledges, and get all their

Daniel Ridgway Knight Shepherdess and her Flock

2009-02-20T00:41:00.000-08:00

Daniel Ridgway Knight Shepherdess and her FlockDaniel Ridgway Knight Hailing the FerryHorace Vernet The Lion Hunt
He gave her a mug of soup straight off the fire, and she sipped it greedily.
"What we going to do about them witches, Farder Coram?" she said. "I wonder if your witch was one of them."
"My witch?I wish I'd seen them a flying, Lyra. I wish I'd been able to see a sight like that. Now drink up all that soup. D'you want some more? There's some pan-bread a too. Eat up, child, because we're on our way soon."
The food revived Lyra, and presently the chill at her soul began to melt. With the others, she went to watch the little half-child laid on his funeral pyre, and bowed her head and closed her eyes for John Faa's prayers; and then the men sprinkled I wouldn't presume that far, Lyra. They might be going anywhere. There's all kinds of concerns that play on the of witches, things invisible to us: mysterious sicknesses they fall prey to, which we'd shrug off; causes of war quite beyond our understanding; joys and sorrows bound up with the flowering of tiny plants up on the tundra....But

William Bouguereau Le Jour

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

William Bouguereau Le JourWilliam Bouguereau DawnWilliam Bouguereau Dante and Virgil in Hell
SPIEGEL ONLINE: What's wrong with the food we eat today?
Alice Waters: Most of it is not real food, in my opinion. Real food is grown by people who take care of the land, who refrain from Waters: It's kind of incredible -- the globalization of food is, of course, omnipresent now, but there's also been this counter movement of organic and sustainable food that is rising up in countries around the world. I never knew, way back then, that so many other people in the US were doing the same thing -- we didn't know each other. But now we have met, and we've met globally through Slow Food. And it's very, very good this meeting, because we feel empowered.herbicides and pesticides and everything that chemical is putting into the food. It's food that's grown for taste, and it's grown in a way that pays people a good wage for their work -- it's not grown at somebody else's expense. As the Slow Food folks say, it's good, clean and fair. Generally we're supporting a system that is not.SPIEGEL ONLINE: You've been promoting the use of locally grown ingredients since the 1970s. Do you feel things are getting better?

Unknown Artist Woodland Walk

2009-02-17T22:11:00.000-08:00

Unknown Artist Woodland WalkUnknown Artist footballUnknown Artist Tango Rouge by Hamish Blakely
buying off the Tartar chiefs by giving 'em kids, cause the Tartars eat 'em, don't they? They bake children and eat "em."
"They never!" said Lyra.
"They do"Warriors half-killed. Being alive is one thing, and being dead's another, but being half-killed is worse than either. They just can't die, and living is altogether beyond 'em. They . There's plenty of other things to be told, and all. You ever heard of the Nalkainens?"Lyra said, "No. Not even with Mrs. Coulter. What are they?""That's a kind of ghost they have up there in those forests. Same size as a child, and they got no heads. They feel their way about at night and if you're a sleeping out in the forest they get ahold of you and won't nothing make 'em let go. Nalkainens, that's a northern word. And the Windsuckers, they're dangerous too. They drift about in the air. You come across clumps of 'em floated together sometimes, or caught snagged on a bramble. As soon as they touch you, all the strength goes out of you. You can't see 'em except as a kind of shimmer in the air. And the Breathless Ones...""Who are they?"

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida The Two Sisters

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

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida The Two SistersJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida MariaAlexandre Cabanel Ophelia
kind. You need to know things that elderly men are not able to teach you, especially at the age you are now. You must have been aware of that. You're not a servant's child either; we couldn't put you out to be fostered by a town family. They might have cared for you in some ways, but your needs are different. You see, what I'm saying to you, Lyrayou will be a young woman, and not a child anymore. A young lady. And believe me, you'll find Jordana far from easy place to live in then."
"But it's my
"It has been your But now you need something else."
"Not school. I'm not going to school."
"You need female company. Female guidance."
The word female only suggested female Scholars to Lyra, and she involuntarily made , is that the part of your that belongs to Jordan is coming to an end.""No," she said, "no, I don't want to leave Jordan. I like it here. I want to stay here forever.""When you're young, you do think that things last forever. Unfortunately, they don't. Lyra, it won't be long-a couple of years at most-before

John Singleton Copley The Death of Major Pierson

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

John Singleton Copley The Death of Major PiersonJohn Singleton Copley The Copley FamilyJohn Singleton Copley Brook Watson And The Shark
thought that was the man's daemon," said the Enquirer.
"No. His daemon was at the time coiled around his neck in the form of a snake. That shape you can dimly see is a child."
"A severed the streams of Dust..."
"-Come from the sky, and bathe him in what looks like light. You may examine this picture as closely as you wish: I'll leave it behind when I go. I'm showing it to you now to demonstrate the effect of this new emulsion. Now I'd like to show you another picture."
He changed the slide. The next picture was also taken at night, but this time without child-?" said someone, and the way he stopped showed that he knew this was something that shouldn't have been voiced.There was an intense silence.Then Lord Asriel said calmly, "An entire child. Which, given the nature of Dust, is precisely the point, is it not?"No one spoke for several seconds. Then came the voice of the Chaplain."Ah," he said, like a thirsty man who, having just drunk deeply, puts down the glass to let out the breath he has held while drinking. "And

Vincent van Gogh Farmhouse in Provence

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

Vincent van Gogh Farmhouse in ProvenceVincent van Gogh Wheat Field with CypressesVincent van Gogh Roses
Lena Feldt turned and saw her snow bunting daemon fluttering and shrieking as if he were in a glass chamber that was being emptied of air; fluttering and falling, slumping, failing, his beak opening wide, gasping in panic. The Specter had "Twenty! Let him go, let him go!"
"All in the air? Or do some of you stay on the ground with the children?"
"Most in the air, three or four on the ground always—this is anguish—let him go or kill me now!"
"How far up the mountain are they? Are they moving on, or have they stopped to rest?"
Lena Feldt told her everything. She could have resisted any torture but what was turned back in anguish to the woman."Let him go! Please let him go!" she cried."We'll see. Is the child with you? The girl Lyra?""Yes!""And a boy, too? A boy with a knife?""Yes—I beg you—""And how many witches enveloped him."No!" she cried, and tried to move toward it, but was driven back by a spasm of nausea. Even in her sickened distress, Lena Feldt could see that Mrs. Coulter had more force in her soul than anyone she had ever seen. It didn't surprise her to see that the Specter was under Mrs. Coulter's power; no one could resist that authority. Lena Feldt have you?"

Camille Pissarro Place du Theatre Francais

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

Camille Pissarro Place du Theatre FrancaisCamille Pissarro Landscape at ChaponvalSir Henry Raeburn Boy And Rabbit
perfectly willing to discuss the results, but not the direction. Surely you see—"
Sir Charles spread his hands in a gesture of regret and got to his feet. Oliver Payne stood too, anxious.
"No, please, Sir Charles," he said. "I'm sure Dr. Malone will hear you out. Mary, there's no harm in listening, for right: he did want something. And they wouldn't get his support unless they satisfied him.
She folded her arms.
Dr. Payne handed him a mug, saying, "Sorry it's rather primitive…"
"Not at all. Shall I go on with what I was saying?" goodness' sake. And it might make all the difference.""I thought you were going to Geneva?" she said."Geneva?" said Sir Charles. "Excellent place. Lot of scope there. Lot of money, too. Don't let me hold you back.""No, no, it's not settled yet," said Dr. Payne hastily. "There's a lot to discuss—it's all still very fluid. Sir Charles, please sit down. Can I get you would be very kind," said Sir Charles, and sat again, with the air of a satisfied cat.Dr. Malone looked at him clearly for the first time. She saw a man in his late sixties, prosperous, confident, beautifully dressed, used to the very best of everything, used to moving among powerful people and whispering in important ears. Oliver was

Jacques-Louis David Napoleon crossing the Alps

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

Jacques-Louis David Napoleon crossing the AlpsThomas Gainsborough Mr and Mrs AndrewsSandro Botticelli La Primavera
test: Gaza," wrote Egyptian novelist Alaa Al Aswany in a New York Times op-ed. "We also wanted Mr. Obama . . . to recognize . . . the right of people in occupied territory to resist military occupation." In other words, the price of Arab support for Mr. Obama is that he embrace Hamas and its terrorist tactics.Some U.S. moms and dads say they're citing Barack Obama as a role model when it comes to inspiring their children.
Those parents have gone from reviewing the president-elect's Cabinet choices to invoking him at the dinner table to motivate a recalcitrant child, The Washington Post (NYSE:WPO) reported Saturday.
And so it goes. True, Mr. Obama has made the U.S. popular in places like Montreal and Berlin, where our unpopularity never mattered much to begin with. But foreign policy is not about winning popularity contests. And woe to the president who imagines he needn't inspire fear among the wicked even as he embraces the adulation of the good.

Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield under a Cloudy Sky

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

Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield under a Cloudy SkyClaude Monet Water Lilies 1903Claude Monet Bridge over a Pool of Water Lilies
change, while the separate-sex strategy responds by altering the number of male and female offspring it produces.related species flexibly changes sex? A comparative study of hermaphroditic and separate-sex mating systems, which the authors are currently performing, may provide a clue, according to Kazancıoğlu, "Reproductive behaviors such as parental care seem to disfavor sex change in some species. We are investigating whether general patterns like these may explain the rarity of hermaphroditism."
Yale University and the National science Foundation funded the research"We were surprised to see that a hermaphrodite could spend 30 percent of its lifetime in the process of change sex, and still persist in a population," said Kazancıoğlu. "This suggests that only huge costs can disfavor sex change."So, why is sex change so rare? And, why does one species of fish reproduce strictly as separate sexes, while another very closely

Leroy Neiman Black Break

2009-02-04T23:41:00.001-08:00

Leroy Neiman Black BreakLeroy Neiman Bjorn BorgLeroy Neiman Bistro Garden
Dear Lord, it's made of gold. Where on earth—"
"I think it does what your Cave does. That's what I want to find out. If I can answer a question truly," said Lyra desperately, "something you know the answer to and I don't, can I try your Cave then?"
"What, are we into fortune-telling now? What is this thing?"
"Please! Just ask me a question!"
Dr. Malone shrugged. "Oh, all right," she said. "Tell me… tell me what I was doing before I took up this .
Lyra said, "That's true, en't it?"Eagerly Lyra took the alethiometer from her and turned the winding wheels. She could feel her mind reaching for the right pictures even before the hands were pointing at them, and she sensed the longer needle twitching to respond. As it began to swing around the dial, her eyes followed it, watching, calculating, seeing down the long chains of meaning to the level where the truth lay.Then she blinked and sighed and came out of her temporary trance."You used to be a nun," she said. "I wouldn't have guessed that. Nuns are supposed to stay in their convents forever. But you stopped believing

Thomas Moran Grand Canyon of the Yellowstone

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

Thomas Moran Grand Canyon of the YellowstoneThomas Moran Fort George IslandThomas Moran Cliffs of Green River
hadn't been cooked, and in the heat they were smelling bad. He swept them all into the dustbin.
"Haven't you eaten anything?" he said, and opened the fridge.
Lyra came to look.
"I didn't know "Drink it, then," he said.
She looked at it, frowning. She didn't know how to open it. He snapped the lid for her, and the drink frothed out. She licked it suspiciously, and then her eyes opened wide.
"This is good?" she said, her voice half hoping and half fearfulthis was here," she said. "Oh! It's cold."Her daemon had changed again, and become a huge, brightly colored butterfly, which fluttered into the fridge briefly and out again at once to settle on her shoulder. The butterfly raised and lowered his wings slowly. Will felt he shouldn't stare, though his head was ringing with the strangeness of it."Haven't you seen a fridge before?" he said.He found a can of cola and handed it to her before taking out a tray of eggs. She pressed the can between her palms with pleasure.

Salvador Dali Bacchanale

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

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America's fascination with the game of chance is as old as the nation itself. Lotteries were a common way to raise money for public works in Colonial America, but they fell out of favor in the 19th century, perceived as contrary to fixture in 42 states and the District of Columbia and are likely only to grow in popularity in the months ahead as governments around the nation struggle with budget shortfalls. The games have, understandably, become a favorite crutch for legislatures looking to raise money without hiking taxes. Ordinary Americans seem to love them too—even though the odds of hitting a life-changing payday remain minuscule. The chance of winning an the culture of hard work, rectitude, and saving. Federal anti-lottery legislation in the 1890s closed the door on them for three quarters of a century. And when New Hampshire launched the first modern state lottery, in 1964, it made sure to hire a former FBI agent to run it.Today, lotteries are a

Edgar Degas Rehearsal on the Stage

2009-02-02T00:17:00.001-08:00

Edgar Degas Rehearsal on the StageFrederic Edwin Church The IcebergsFrederic Edwin Church Twilight in the Wilderness
know where they all are," she said, "I got it off by heart. Hush now... "
She crossed her"Wrong place," she said briefly, and tried again.
Will, watching, saw her beloved face clearly. And because he knew it so well, and he'd studied her expression in despair and hope and sorrow, he could tell that something was wrong; for there was no sign of the clear concentration she used to sink into so quickly. Instead, an unhappy bewilderment spread gradually over her: she bit her lower lip, she blinked more and more, and her eyes moved slowly from symbol to symbol legs, pulling the skirt over them to make a lap. Will lay on one elbow and watched. The bright moonlight, reflected off the white sand, lit up her face with a radiance that seemed to draw out some other radiance from inside her; her eyes glittered, and her expression was so serious and absorbed that Will could have fallen in love with her again if love didn't already possess every fiber of his being.Lyra took a deep breath and began to turn the wheels. But after only a few moments, she stopped and turned the instrument around.

Edmund Blair Leighton God Speed

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

Edmund Blair Leighton God SpeedEdmund Blair Leighton The AccoladeIvan Constantinovich Aivazovsky The Ninth Wave
She moved closer to him.
"So you see," she said, "I can betray him easily. I can lead you to where he's taking my daughter's daemon, and you can destroy Asriel, and the child will walk unsuspecting into your hands."
She felt the movement of vapor about her, and her senses became confused. His next words pierced her flesh like darts of scented ice.. I lived on earth for sixty-five years, and then the Authority took me to his Kingdom."
"And you had many wives."
"I loved their flesh. And I understood it when the sons of Heaven fell in love with the daughters of earth, and I pleaded their cause with the Authority. But his heart was fixed against them, and he made me prophesy their doom.""When I was a man," he said, "I had wives in plenty, but none was as lovely as you.""When you were a man?""When I was a man, I was known as Enoch, the son of Jared, the son of Mahalalel, the son of Kenan, the son of Enosh, the son of Seth, the son of Adam

Francois Boucher Madame de Pompadour

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

Francois Boucher Madame de PompadourGustave Courbet Plage de NormandieThomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MORNING
cupboards, tables, bookcases, and furniture of all kinds had been put into storage.
The first thing she did was to push a tall cupboard in front of the gap where the tiles had been. Then she tiptoed to the door in the wall at thehas arrived and that she wishes to see him at once."
The man fell back, and his pinscher daemon, who had been baring her teeth at the mild-mannered golden monkey, instantly cowered and tucked her tail stump as low as it would go.
The guard cranked the handle of a telephone, and under a minute later far end and tried the handle. It was locked, of course, but she had a hairpin, and the lock was simple. Three minutes later she and her daemon were standing at one end of a long corridor, where a dusty skylight let them see a narrow staircase descending at the other.And five minutes after that, they had opened a window in the pantry next to the kitchen two floors below and climbed out into the alley. Thejust around the corner, and as she said to the golden monkey, it was important to arrive in the orthodox way, no matter how they intended to leave."Take your hands off me," she said calmly to the guard, "and show me some courtesy, or I shall have you flayed. Tell the President that Mrs. Coulter

Jack Vettriano Model in White 1993

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

Jack Vettriano Model in White 1993Jack Vettriano Model in WestwoodJack Vettriano Model in Black
Might as well go now, then. Except there's not much food left. We ought to find something to take with us, bread and fruit or "We want some kind of guarantee," said Will. "You're spies, so you're bound to be dishonest, that's your trade. We need to know we can trust you. Last night we were all too tired something. So first I'll find a world where we can get food, and then we'll start looking properly.""All right," said Lyra, quite happy to be moving again, with Pan and Will, alive and awake.They made their way back to the spies, who were sitting alertly by the knife, packs on their backs."We should like to know what you intend," said Salmakia."Well, we're not coming to Lord Asriel anyway," said Will. "We've got something else to do first.""And will you tell us what that is, since it's clear we can't stop you from doing it?""No," said Lyra, "because you'd just go and tell them. You'll have to come along without knowing where we're going. Of course you could always give up and go back to them.""Certainly not," said Tialys.

Edward Hopper Summertime

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

Edward Hopper SummertimeEdward Hopper Night WindowsEdward Hopper Lighthouse Hill
snatched at something in midair, with a snarl of glee.
A voice, a woman's voice, but somehow minute, came from the thing in the monkey's paw:
"Tialys! Tialys!"
It was a tiny woman, no bigger than Lyra's hand, and the monkey was already pulling and pulling at one of her arms so thatto cry out a moment before. He must have stung her ankle.
But the little man couldn't hurt Mrs. Coulter anymore, because of the danger his partner was in at the hands of the monkey; and the monkey couldn't harm her, in case the little man dug his poison spur into Mrs. Coulter's jugular vein. None of them could move.
Breathing deeply and swallowing hard to govern the pain, Mrs. Coulter turned her tear-dashed eyes to Will and said calmly, "So, Master Will, what do you think we should do now?" she cried out in pain. Ama knew he wouldn't stop till he'd torn it off, but Will leapt forward as he saw the pistol fall from Mrs. Coulter's hand.And he caught the gun, but then Mrs. Coulter fell still, and Will became aware of a strange stalemate.The golden monkey and Mrs. Coulter were both utterly motionless. Her face was distorted with pain and fury, but she dared not move, because standing on her shoulder was a tiny man with his heel pressed against her neck, his hands entwined in her hair; and Will, through his astonishment, saw on that heel a glistening horny spur and knew what had caused her

Francisco de Zurbaran Still life

2009-01-14T00:01:00.001-08:00

Francisco de Zurbaran Still lifeAlbert Bierstadt The Last of the BuffaloDante Gabriel Rossetti Venus Verticordia
She found room for the last little goat's cheese wrapped in its vine leaf, smiled and bowed again, and took a last drink from the spring that bubbled up among the gray rocks. Then she clapped her hands gently together as the old couple were doing, and turned firmly away and left.
She looked more decisive than she felt. The last communication with those entities she called shadow particles, and inquired, and found nothing. But now, she thought, as she turned up the little track away from the olive grove, she would have to look for guidance.
Once she was far enough away from the little farmstead to be sure she wouldn't be disturbed, she sat under the pine trees and opened her rucksack. At the bottom, wrapped in a silk scarf, was a book she'd had for twenty years: a commentary on the Chinese method of divination, the I Ching.
She had taken it with her for two reasons. One was sentimental: her grandfather Lyra called Dust, had been on the screen of her at their instruction she had destroyed that. Now she was at a loss. They'd told her to go through the opening in the Oxford she had lived in, the Oxford of Will's world, which she'd done, to find herself dizzy and quaking with wonder in this extraordinary other world. Beyond that, her only task was to find the boy and the girl, and then play the serpent, whatever that meant.So she'd walked and explored and

John Singleton Copley The Copley Family

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

John Singleton Copley The Copley FamilyJohn Singleton Copley Brook Watson And The SharkTheodore Robinson On the Housatonic River
Windows 7 makes it easier to move between the things on your desktop," said Microsoft group project manager Charlotte Jones, who gave a brief demonstration of the system on the hall's giant display screens. Jones said the new chairman and industry pioneer Bill Gates. Ballmer's presentation came two days after a similar, high-profile keynote at the Macworld show in San Francisco by Apple, Microsoft's chief rival, and its vice president Philip Schiller, filling in for the ailing Steve Jobs.
Unlike Schiller, Ballmer tackled the struggling economy head-on in his remarks. system also makes it easier to send files back and forth between Home computers.Ballmer later yielded the stage to Robbie Bach, president of Microsoft's entertainment and devices division, who praised the explosive growth of the company's Xbox Live online gaming community. Bach also announced forthcoming releases of new versions of Microsoft's popular "Halo" game series: "Halo Wars," due Feb. 28, and "Halo 3: ODST," which will ship in the fall. Video Wednesday's address marked the energetic Ballmer's debut as CES keynote pitchman, a job that had been handled for the past decade by Microsoft

Rene Magritte The Big Family

2009-01-11T23:52:00.000-08:00

Rene Magritte The Big FamilyRene Magritte PrimevereRene Magritte Personal Values
The rich cultural heritage of Latin America perfectly blends the indigenous elements as well as various elements of the white world. Latin and dance are no exceptions. Popular Latin Dance forms have been the result of the synthesis offrom the name of a dance band called “Rumboso Orquestra.” Rumba is not only popular in Latin America, but this dance form has been adopted by the famous dancers of the world. This dance form is composed by the African slaves who were brought to Cuba. A percussion of pots, bottles, and spoons is played to accompany the dance. In this dance form, the movement of the body is more important than the movement of the feet. The cross rhythms are emphasized than the tune. different dance styles. According to the context, Latin dance forms can be divided into two sections: the social dances and the ballroom dances. Some of the popular dance forms of Latin America include Cumbia, Rumba, Jive, Cha Cha, and so on.RumbaThe word Rumba is derived

Andy Warhol Neuschwanstein

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

Andy Warhol NeuschwansteinAndy Warhol Mount VesuviusAndy Warhol Marilyn
pack,' the scientists showed the college students photos of both males and females and had students play the scientific method's first documented instance of would you rather. What they discovered was that the students with the spiked drinks found the people in the photos more attractive--even the heterosexual students looking at people of their come from this long-held assumption of frat boys everywhere: the nicer the car, the better your chances with the ladies.
If you think you're going to pick up a woman in a beat up hatchback, then you'd better listen to those Free Credit Report guys, because as their catchy jingle says, women won't give you the time of day if you drive a '98 Daewoo.
Shows...own gender.So the good news is if you're a dude who dreams of going out to the bar and winding up as some hot chick's drunken mistake, you've got a chance. The bad news is, the same scenario could lead to the burly arms of some dude who looks like Ed Asner.#5.Chicks Dig the CarThe Conventional WisdomMost of the auto industry's sales

Jack Vettriano The Man in the Mirror

2009-01-06T00:19:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The Man in the MirrorJack Vettriano The Last Great RomanticJack Vettriano The Drifter
was alive and was to put his head in that door right now you bet he’d go get his tire iron. Two guys livin together? No. All I I don’t know what they do, maybe go to Denver,” said Jack, sitting up, turning away from him, “and I don’t give a flyin f*ck. Son of a bitch, Ennis, take a couple days off. Right now. Get us out a here. Throw your stuff in the back a my truck and let’s get up in the mountains. Couple a days. Call Alma up and tell her you’re goin. Come on, Ennis, you just shot my airplane out a the sky—give me somethin a go on. This ain’t no little thing that’s happenin here.”can see is we get together once in a while way the hell out in the back a nowhere—“ “How much is once in a while?” said Jack. “Once in a while ever four f*ckin years?”“No,” said Ennis, forbearing to ask whose fault that was. “I goddamn hate it that you’re goin a drive away in the mornin and I’m goin back to work. But if you can’t fix it you got a stand it,” he said. “sh*t. I been lookin at people on the street. This happen a other people? What the hell do they do?”“It don’t happen in Wyomin and if it does

Jack Vettriano Strangers In The Night

2009-01-03T02:24:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Strangers In The NightJack Vettriano Still DreamingJack Vettriano Sometimes It's A Man's World
stomach. The Children screamed with laughter. Tylô dropped his gloomy thoughts for a moment and begged for a bit of bread; and everybody struck up the farewell chorus. Sugar, who was very full of himself, also wanted to impress the company and, breaking off two of his fingers, handed them to the astonished Children.
As they were all them, whatever happened; and, while the others were saying good-bye, he hid behind the door. But the poor fellow had reckoned without the all-seeing eyes of the Fairy Bérylune. "Tylô!" she cried. "Tylô! Here!"
And the poor Dog, who had so long been used to obey, dared not resist the command and came, with his tail between his legs, to take his place among the others. He howled with despair moving towards the door, the Fairy Bérylune stopped them: "Not to-day," she said. "The children must go alone. It would be indiscreet to accompany them; they are going to spend the evening with their late family. Come, be off! Good-bye, dear children, and mind that you are back in good time: it is extremely important!" The two Children took each other by the hand and, carrying the big cage, passed out of the hall; and their companions, at a sign from the Fairy, filed in front of her to return to the palace. Our friend Tylô was the only one who did not answer to his name. The moment he heard the Fairy say that the Children were to go alone, he had made up his mind to go and look after

Jack Vettriano The Model and the Drifter

2008-12-30T23:11:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The Model and the DrifterJack Vettriano The Missing ManJack Vettriano The Missing Man I
defied the imagination - seduced it and defeated it. The wall was so paralysingly vast and sheer that its top, bottom and sides passed away beyond the reach of sight. The mere shock of vertigo could kill a man. The wall appeared perfectly flat. It would take the finest laser measuring equipment to detect that as it climbed, apparently to infinity, as it factory floor." Arthur stared about him in a kind of wonderful horror. Ranged away before them, at distances he could neither judge nor even guess at, were a series of curious suspensions, delicate traceries of metal and light hung about shadowy spherical shapes that hung in the space. "This," said Slartibartfast, "is where we make most of our planets you see." "You mean," said Arthur, trying to form the words, "you mean you're starting it all up again now?" "No no, good heavens no," exclaimed the old man, "no, the Galaxy isn't nearly rich enough to support us yet. No, we've been awakened to perform just one extraordinary commission for very ... special clients from another dimension. It may interest you ... there in the distance in front of us."dropped dizzily away, as it planed out to either side, it also curved. It met itself again thirteen light seconds away. In other words the wall formed the inside of a hollow sphere, a sphere over three million miles across and flooded with unimaginable light. "Welcome," said Slartibartfast as the tiny speck that was the aircar, travelling now at three times the speed of sound, crept imperceptibly forward into the mindboggling space, "welcome," he said, "to our

Renoir Country Dance (Aline Charigot and Paul Lhote)

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

Renoir Country Dance (Aline Charigot and Paul Lhote)Renoir Bouquet of Roses (Bouquet de roses)Renoir Bouquet of ChrysanthemumsRenoir Banks of the Seine at Asnieres
Marvin trudged on down the corridor, still moaning. "... and then of course I've got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left hand side ..." "No?" said Arthur grimly as he walked along beside him. "Really?" "Oh yes," said Marvin, "I mean I've asked . Marvin eyed it suspiciously. "Well?" said Ford impatiently. "Do we go through?" "Do we go through?" mimicked Marvin. "Yes. This is the entrance to the bridge. I was told to take you to the bridge. Probably the highest demand that will be made on my intellectual capacities today I shouldn't wonder." Slowly, with great loathing, he stepped towards the door, like a hunter stalking his prey. Suddenly it slid open. "Thank you," it said, "for making a simple door very happy." Arthur staring at each other and shrugging their shoulders. From inside they heard Marvin's voice again.for them to be replaced but no one ever listens." "I can imagine." Vague whistling and humming noises were coming from Ford. "Well well well," he kept saying to himself, "Zaphod Beeblebrox ..." Suddenly Marvin stopped, and held up a hand. "You know what's happened now of course?" "No, what?" said Arthur, who didn't what to know. "We've arrived at another of those doors." There was a sliding door let into the side of the corridor

David Napoleon at the St. Bernard Pass

2008-12-28T23:48:00.000-08:00

David Napoleon at the St. Bernard PassDavid Male Nude known as PatroclusDavid The Oath of the HoratiiMillais Sweet Emma Morland
However, the beauty of the scientific approach is that even when individuals do succumb to bias or partiality, others can correct them using a framework of evidence that everyone broadly agrees on. (Admittedly, this can sometimes be a slow process.) But arguing over data is different from suppressing it. Or changing it. Or ignoring it. For these activities debase the whole enterprise and threaten its credibility. When data can’t be accessed or trusted, when “facts” are actually illusions — well, this threatens the nature of knowledge itself. And a society without knowledge is steering blind.
The far more serious than any particular decision over whether to fund research into stem cells, the sexual behavior of fruit flies or the quarks and quirks of particle physics. Undoing the damage of the past eight years may take another eight. But it must be done. We are probably one of the last generations that will be able to use our knowledge and methods to guide human civilization to a sustainable future. This is our time.

Gjertson The Anniversary

2008-12-23T21:29:00.000-08:00

Gjertson The AnniversaryManet Basket Of FruitGjertson Four O'ClockAndreotti A Day's Outing
Yes, he wants to build ..." "And he can't because you're lying in front of the bulldozers?" "Yes, and ..." "I'm sure we can come to some arrangement," said Ford. "Excuse me!" he shouted. Mr Prosser (who was arguing with a spokesman for the bulldozer drivers about whether or not Arthur Dent constituted a Between them would be placed a bottle of Janx Spirit (as immortalized in that ancient Orion mining song "Oh don't give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ No, don't you give me none more of that Old Janx Spirit/ For my head will fly, my tongue will lie, my eyes will fry and I may die/ Won't you pour me one more of that Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur. "We've got to talk," he said urgently. "Fine," said Arthur, "talk." "And drink," said Ford. "It's vitally important that we talk and drink. Now. We'll go to the pub in the village." He looked into the skywas beginning to dry out the mud Arthur lay in. A shadow moved across him again. "Hello Arthur," said the shadow. Arthur looked up and squinting into the sun was startled to see Ford Prefect standing hazard, and how much they should get paid if he did) looked around. He was surprised and

Gockel Sun Fish I

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

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NOTICE FOR THE BOTTOMLESS STOMACH OF A GUEST WHOSE PRESENCE IN THE HOUSE ISN’T REVEALED UNTIL HE APPEARS IN MY KITCHEN, SURPRISING ME LIKE A WEEVIL IN THE FLOUR SUPPLY. MR. WHISTLER’S MAGNIFICENT TASTE had moved right in. And with an appetite.This was crazy. Ethan wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t work up as much as a smile. His mouth had gone dry. His palms were damp.He went back to Yorn’s message: FRIC IS MAKING HIMSELF A [519] HIDEY-HOLE IN THE CONSERVATORY ... YOUR FRIEND WHISTLER BROUGHT IT TO MY ATTENTION ... BOYS PLAY AT ROBINSON CRUSOE ... WHISTLER SCRAPES MY NERVES. ...IN FOOD AND HIS PRAISE FOR MY UNIQUE COQUILLES ST. JACQUES, AS FOR EVERY REFINED DISH OF MY DIFFICULT PREPARATION, IS PLEASING BUT DOES NOT GLUE TOGETHER MY SHATTERED NERVES, WHICH I WARN YOU ARE DEVASTATED AND FRAYED. IF THIS IS DONE TO ME AGAIN, BY YOU, I MUST RESIGN WITH CONSEQUENCES OF UNSPEAKABLE EXTREMITY. I AM ALSO DISPLEASED TO ANNOUNCE THAT THE BOY CLAIMS TO HAVE MADE HAM SANDWICHES IN MY KITCHEN WITHOUT PERMISSION, AND THAT I AM SHARPLY INVENTORYING THE PANTRY AT THIS TIME TO LEARN THE EXTENT OF HIS DESTRUCTION. HOPING THAT THESE OUTRAGES MUST NEVER BE REPEATED, I REMAIN, CHEF HACHETTE.Dead Dunny

Guido Reni Angel of the Annunciation painting

2008-12-19T01:41:00.000-08:00

Guido Reni Angel of the Annunciation paintingFrancois Boucher Venus Consoling Love paintingFrancois Boucher The Toilet of Venus painting
seminar on publicity and self-promotion was Dr. Robert Vebbler. He preferred to be called Dr. Bob, as he was known on the al-speaking circuit, where he promised to turn ordinary, self-doubting men and women into doubt-free dynamos of self-than irradiated piano keys. With the exception of his red snakeskin boots, everything he wore—as in the posters—was white, including his watch, which had a white band and a plain white face without any numbers or checks to indicate the hours.Dr. Bob managed so successfully to turn the answer to every question into interest and superhuman achievement.Ethan and Hazard found the professor on the mostly deserted campus, in his office, preparing for a January speaking tour. The walls of the two-room space were papered with portrait posters of Dr. Bob in a size popularized by Joseph Stalin and Mao Tse-tung.He had a shaved head, a handlebar mustache, a red-bronze tan that established his contempt for melanoma, and laser-whitened teeth brighter

Claude Monet Impression Sunrise painting

2008-12-16T22:22:00.000-08:00

Claude Monet Impression Sunrise paintingPierre Auguste Renoir Girls at The Piano paintingDiane Romanello Weeping Willows painting
no less lonely than this night in the Manheim mansion.Within, the only sounds were Fric’s footsteps, his breathing, the faint creak of hinges when he opened a door.Outside, a changeable wind, alternately menacing and melancholy, quarreled with the trees, raised lamentations in the eaves, battered the walls, moaned as if in sorrowful protest of its exclusion from the house. Rain rapped angrily against the windows, but then cried silently down the leaded panes.For a while, Fric believed that he would be safer on the move than settled intired. He had thought that the possibility of Moloch, child-eating god, walking out of a mirror at any moment would keep himor at least until he turned eighteen and no longer qualified as a child under most definitions. Fear, however, proved as exhausting as hard labor.Worried that he might slump upon a sofa or a chair and fall asleep in a place that made him more vulnerable than necessary, he considered returning to the west wing on the ground floor, where he could curl up outside Mr. Truman’s apartment. If any one place, that when he stopped, unseen forces would at once begin to gather around him. Besides, on his feet, in motion, he could break into a run and more readily escape.His father believed that when a child reached the age of six, an arbitrary bedtime should not be forced on him, but that he should be allowed to find his personal circadian rhythms. Consequently, for years, Fric had been going to bed when he wanted, sometimes at nine o’clock, sometimes after midnight

Thomas Kinkade New York 5th Avenue painting

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

Thomas Kinkade New York 5th Avenue paintingThomas Kinkade Mountains Declare his Glory paintingThomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MEMORIES painting
Typhon returns to. “Dunny, you must conduct yourself with discretion. All right, you’ve been a rogue much of your, that’s true, but you gave that up in recent years, didn’t you?”“Tried. Mostly succeeded. Listen, Mr. Typhon, I didn’t pull the trigger on Reynerd myself. I worked by indirection, like we agreed.”“Hiring a hit man is not indirection.”Dunny swallows an oyster. “Then I misunderstood.”“I doubt that,” Typhon on closer inspection, appear simultaneously as nervous as Chihuahuas.At once spotting Typhon, this king of Hollywood waves with a measured but revealing eagerness.Typhon returns the greeting with a markedly more restrained wave, [216] thus instantly establishing himself as the higher of the two on the pecking order, to the Caesar’s controlled but still visible embarrassment.Typhon now asks the question that Dunny has been reluctant to voice: “In hiring Hector says. “I believe you knowingly stretched your authority to see if it would snap.”Pretending gluttonous fascination with the oysters, Dunny dares not ask the obvious question.The most powerful studio chief in the film industry enters the farther end of the room with all the poise and self-assurance of a Caesar. He travels in the company of an entourage of young male and female employees who are as sleek and cool as vampires yet,

Camille Pissarro Haymakers Resting painting

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

Camille Pissarro Haymakers Resting paintingCamille Pissarro Bather in the Woods paintingWilliam Etty The Duet paintingWilliam Etty Penitent Magdalen painting
Reynerd sat with his hands palms-down on his thighs, licking his lips, as though he might reach for a salty treat at any moment.With a nod to indicate the frozen image on the TV, the actor said, “That’s the perfect medium for me. I was born too late. I should have lived back then.”“When’s that?” Hazard asked, for he them with a powerful illusion of substance and complexity.”“You, on the other hand—”“I, on the other hand, am wide and deep and so alive to begin with that the further enhancement of modern film technology puts me over the top, makes a caricature of me.”“That must be frustrating,” Hazard commiserated.knew that suspects often revealed the most when they seemed to be rambling.“The 1930s and ’40s. When all films were black-and-white. I’d have been a star in those days.”“Is that right?”“I’m too strong a personality for color films. I explode off the screen. I overwhelm the medium, the audience.”“I can see where that would be a problem.”“In the color era, the most successful stars have all been flat personalities, shallow. They’re an inch wide, half an inch deep.”“And why is that?”“The color, the depth of field made possible by modern cameras, surround-sound technology—all that stuff makes flat personalities bigger than

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Alqueria Valenciana painting

2008-12-10T01:24:00.000-08:00

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Alqueria Valenciana paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Pope's Villa at Twickenham paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Rome from the Vatican paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Heidelberg painting
THIS WINDOWLESS CHAMBER THREE STORIES underground, the four living and the two dead were for a moment so silent that Ethan imagined he could hear rain falling in the streets far above.Then the meat hauler with the pompadour said, “You mean you released Whistler to the wrong people?”The attendant, Toledano, shook his head adamantly. “\garage. Two deadbolts should have secured it. Both were disengaged.“I left them locked,” Toledano insisted. “They’re always locked, always, ’cept when I’m overseeing a dispatch, and then I’m always here, right here, watching.”“Who’d want to steal a stiff?” Pomp asked.“Even some perv wanted to steal one, he couldn’t,” Vin Toledano said, pulling open the door to the garage to reveal that it lacked keyholes on the outside. “Two blind locks. No keys ever made for it. Can’t unlock this door unless you’re already here in this room, then you use the thumb-turns.”[54] The attendant’s voice had been quickly worn thin by worry. Ethan figured

Claude Monet Flood at Giverny painting

2008-12-08T00:34:00.000-08:00

Claude Monet Flood at Giverny paintingClaude Monet Fields of Bezons paintingClaude Monet Etretat The End of the Day paintingClaude Monet Custom Officer's Cabin at Varengville painting
tends to be the porters and care assistants who give a bit of comfort, while the nurses only touch the patients when they have to carry out some kind of intervention. Many people, especially older people, don’t want too many interventions. What they want is human contact, a bit of tender loving care.
We are all so terrified of child sexual abuse that we have outlawed taking photographs of children at nursery school without parental consent. And adults are terrified that their motives will be suspected if they talk to a child or, even worse, hug one. So, a few years ago, when Clive Peachy, a bricklayer, saw two-year-old Abigail Rae walking down the road after she had escaped from her nursery school in Warwickshire, he did not stop and help her because he thought people would think he was trying to abduct her. The result? She drowned in a pondYoung male volunteers in primary schools describe feeling like pariahs, viewed with suspicion by many staff — when all they are doing is trying to help. And children want comfort if they fall over in the playground, yet teachers have been told never to touch the children in their care. So you get 12-year-olds with broken legs crying for their mothers, with staff unable to give them a hug, and five-year-olds putting sunscreen on each other because

Paul Gauguin Arearea painting

2008-12-05T00:49:00.000-08:00

Paul Gauguin Arearea paintingGeorges Seurat Sunday Afternoon on the Island of la Grande Jatte painting
better days are at hand, and that friendship shall be renewed between our peoples.' Gimli bowed low.When all the guests were seated before his chair the Lord looked at them again. 'Here there are eight,' he said. `Nine were to set out: so said the messages. But maybe there has been some change of counsel that we have not heard. Elrond is far away, and darkness gathers between us, and all this year the shadows have grown longer.'`Nay, there was no change of counsel,' said the Lady Galadriel speaking for the first time. Her voice was clear and
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years lie heavy on you. But the end is near, for good or ill. Here lay aside your burden for a while! ''Welcome son of Thranduil! Too seldom do my kindred journey hither from the North.'`Welcome Gimli son of Glóin! It is long indeed since we saw one of Durin's folk in Caras Galadhon. But today we have broken our long law. May it be a sign that though the world is now dark al, but deeper than woman's wont. `Gandalf the Grey set out with the Company, but he did not pass the borders of this land. Now tell us where he is; for I much desired to speak with him again. But I cannot see him from afar, unless he comes within the fences of Lothlórien: a grey mist is about him, and the ways of his feet and of his mind are hidden from me.''Alas! ' said Aragorn. `Gandalf the Grey fell into shadow. He remained in Moria and did not escape.'At these words all the Elves in the hall cried aloud in g and amazement. `These are evil tidings,' said Celeborn, `the most evil that have been spoken here in long years full of grievous deeds.' He turned

Paul Cezanne Table Corner painting

2008-12-03T23:28:00.000-08:00

Paul Cezanne Table Corner paintingBill Brauer The Gold Dress painting
the Ford of Bruinen they left the Road and turning southwards went on by narrow paths among the folded lands. Their purpose was to hold this course west of the Mountains for many miles and days. The country was much rougher and more barren than in the green vale of the Great River in Wilderland on the other side of the range, and their going would be slow; but warm, either moving or at rest. They slept uneasily during the middle of the day, in some hollow of the land, or hidden under the tangled thorn-bushes that grew in thickets in many places. In the late afternoon they were roused by the
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they hoped in this way to escape the notice of unfriendly eyes. The spies of Sauron had hitherto seldom been seen in this empty country, and the paths were little known except to the people of Rivendell.Gandalf walked in front, and with him went Aragorn, who knew this land even in the dark. The others were in file behind, and Legolas whose eyes were keen was the rearguard. The first part of their journey was hard and dreary, and Frodo remembered little of it, save the wind. For many sunless days an icy blast came from the Mountains in the east, and no garment seemed able to keep out its searching fingers. Though the Company was well clad, they seldom felt

Van Gogh WheatField at Sunset

2008-12-02T23:09:00.000-08:00

Van Gogh WheatField at SunsetVan Gogh Sprig of Flowering Almond Blossom in a glassVan Gogh Orchard with cypressVan Gogh Landscape with Ploughed Fields
'Who lives in this land?' he asked. 'And who built these towers? Is this troll-country?''No!' said Strider. 'Trolls do not build. No one lives in this land. Men once dwelt here, ages ago; but none remain now. They became an evil people, as legends tell, for they fell under the shadow of Angmar. But all were destroyed in the war that not my fate to sit in peace, even in the fair house of Elrond.'The hills now began to shut them in. The Road behind held on its way to the River Bruinen, but both were now hidden from view. The travellers came into a long valley; narrow, deeply cloven, dark and silent. Trees with old and twisted roots hung over cliffs, and piled up behind into mounting slopes of pine-wood.The hobbits grew very weary. They advanced slowly, for they had to pick their way through a pathless country, encumbered by fallen trees and tumbled rocks. As long as they could they avoided climbing for brought the North Kingdom to its end. But that is now so long ago that the hills have forgotten them, though a shadow still lies on the land.''Where did you learn such tales, if all the land is empty and forgetful?' asked Peregrin. 'The birds and beasts do not tell tales of that son.''The heirs of Elendil do not forget all things past,' said Strider; 'and many more things than I can tell are remembered in Rivendell.' 'Have you often been to Rivendell?' said Frodo. 'I have,' said Strider. 'I dwelt there once, and still I return when I may.There my heart is; but it is

Van Gogh Still Life with Bottle and Lemons on a Plate

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

Van Gogh Still Life with Bottle and Lemons on a PlateVan Gogh Starry Night Over the Rhone 2Van Gogh Sower with Setting Sun After MilletVan Gogh Sower with Setting Sun After Millet
reported that there was fairly solid ground between the cliff-foot and the river; in some places firm turf went down to the water’s edge. ‘What’s more,’ he said, ‘there seems to be something like a footpath winding along on this side of the river. If we turn left and follow it, we shall be bound to come out on the east side of the Forest eventually.’‘I dare say!’ said Pippin. ‘That is, if the track goes on so far, and does not simply lead they filed out, and Merry led them to the path that he had discovered. Everywhere the reeds and grasses were lush and tall, in places far above their heads; but once found, the path was easy to follow, as it turned and twisted, picking out the sounder ground among the bogs us into a bog and leave us there. Who made the track, do you suppose, and why? I am sure it was not for our benefit. I am getting very suspicious of this Forest and everything in it, and I begin to believe all the stories about it. And have you any idea how far eastward we should have to go?’‘No,’ said Merry, ‘I haven’t. I don’t know in the least how far down the Withywindle we are, or who could possibly come here often enough to make a path along it. But there is no other way out that I can see or think of.’There being nothing else for it,

Hopper Don Quixote on Horseback

2008-12-01T01:15:00.000-08:00

Hopper Don Quixote on HorsebackHopper Compartment C, Car 193Hopper Coast Guard Station, Two Lights, MaineHopper Church in Eastham
of the Great Sea. This is indeed a strange chance!’The hobbits sat in shadow by the wayside. Before long the welcome your company.’‘But we have no need of other company, and hobbits are so dull,’ they laughed. ‘And how do you know that we go the same way as you, for you do not know whither we are going?’‘And how do you know my name?’ asked Frodo in return.‘We know many things,’ they said. ‘We have seen you often before with Bilbo, though you may not have seen us.’‘Who are you, and who is your lord?’ asked Frodo.‘I am Gildor,’ answered their leader, the Elf who had first hailed him. ‘Gildor Inglorion Elves came down the lane towards the valley. They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore no lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of the moon above the rim of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet. They were now silent, and as the last Elf passed he turned and looked towards the hobbits and laughed.‘Hail, Frodo!’ he cried. ‘You are abroad late. Or are you perhaps lost?’ Then he called aloud to the others, and all the company stopped and gathered round.‘This is indeed wonderful!’ they said. ‘Three hobbits in a wood at night! We have not seen such a thing since Bilbo went away. What is the meaning of it?’‘The meaning of it, fair people,’ said Frodo, ‘is simply that we seem to be going the same way as you are. I like walking under the stars. But I would

paul ranson Apple Tree with Red Fruit

2008-11-28T21:59:00.001-08:00

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around, arrived to supplement the dwarves and other odd folk that were quartered at Bag End. Excitement rose to its height.Then the weather clouded over. That was on Wednesday the eve of the Party. Anxiety was intense. Then Thursday, September the 22nd, actually dawned. The sun got up, the clouds vanished, flags were unfurled and the fun began.Bilbo Baggins called it a party, but it was really a variety of entertainments rolled chance of at least one present at least once a week. But they never got tired of them.On this occasion the presents were unusually good. The hobbit-children were so excited that for a while they almost forgot about eating. There were toys the like of which they had never seen before,into one. Practically everybody living near was invited. A very few were overlooked by accident, but as they turned up all the same, that did not matter. Many people from other parts of the Shire were also asked; and there were even a few from outside the borders. Bilbo met the guests (and additions) at the new white gate in person. He gave away presents to all and sundry - the latter were those who went out again by a back way and came in again by the gate. Hobbits give presents to other people on their own birthdays. Not very expensive ones, as a rule, and not so lavishly as on this occasion; but it was not a bad system. Actually in Hobbiton and Bywater every day in the year it was somebody’s birthday, so that every hobbit in those parts had a fair

Gauguin Village in the Snow

2008-11-27T22:15:00.001-08:00

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Someone passed close by Harry, and he knew that it was Voldemort himself because he spoke a moment later, his voice magically magnified so that it swelled through the ground, crashing upon Harry's eardrums.
shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build togheter." 　　　There was silence in the grounds and from the castle. Voldemort was so close to him that Harry did not dare open his eyes again.
　　　"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof that your hero is gone.

　　　"The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man, woman or child, will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you

Munch The Hands

2008-11-27T00:38:00.000-08:00

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for freaks. You and that Snape boy…weirdos, that's what you two are. It's good you're being separated from normal people. It's for our safety."
　　　"You shouldn't have read – " whispered Petunia, "that was my private – how could you – ?" 　　　Lily gave herself away by half-glancing toward where Snape stood nearby. Petunia gasped. "That boy found it! You and that boy have been sneaking in my room!" 　　　"No – not sneaking – " Now Lily was on the defensive. "Severus saw the envelope, and he couldn't believe a Muggle could have contacted
　　　Lily glanced toward her parents, who were looking around the platform with an air of wholehearted enjoyment, drinking in the scene. Then she looked back at her sister, and her voice was low and fierce.

　　　"You didn't think it was such a freak's school when you wrote to the headmaster and begged him to take you."

Petunia turned scarlet.

"Beg? I didn't beg!"

"I saw his reply. It was very kind."

Cole Frenchman's Bay Mt Desert Island

2008-11-26T01:00:00.001-08:00

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Absolutely not, Creevey, go! And you, Peakes!"

Harry hurried over to the Weasleys, all sitting together at the Gryffindor table.
　　　"We've only got half an half an hour until midnight, so we need to act fast. A battle plan has been agreed between the teachers of Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix. Professors Flitwick, Sprout and McGonagall are going to take groups of fighters up to the three highest towers - Ravenclaw, Astronomy, and Gryffindor - where they'll have good overview, excellent positions from which to work spells. Meanwhile Remus" - he indicated Lupin - "Arthur" -
"Where are Ron and Hermione?"

"Haven't you found -?" began Mr. Weasley, looking worried.

　　　But he broke off as Kingsley had stepped forward on the raised platform to address those who had remained behind.

Remington Prospecting for Cattle Range

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

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grew, until only their heads and shoulders filled the portrait.

Then the whole thing swang forward on the wall like a little door, and the entrance to a
But Neville had spotted Ron and Hermione, and with yells of delight was hugging them too. The longer Harry looked at Neville, the worse he appeared: One of his eyes was swollen yellow and purple, there were gouge marks on his face, and his general air of unkemptness suggested that he had been living enough. Nevertheless, his battered visage shone with as he let go of Hermione and said again, "I knew you'd come! Kept telling Seamus it was a matter of time!"

real tunnel was revealed. And our of it, his hair overgrown,

his face cut, his robes ripped, clambered the real Neville Longbottom, who gave a roar of

delight, leapt down from the mantelpiece and yelled.

"I knew you'd come! I knew it, Harry!"

Peeters Reed Creek

2008-11-23T20:07:00.001-08:00

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Hermione fumbled insider her robes, drew out a beaded bag, rummaged for a few seconds, then removed the shining sword. Harry seized it by its rubied hilt and touched the tip of the blade to a silver flagon nearby, which did not multiply.
　　　They were truly trapped now: There was no way out except through the door, and a horde of goblins seemed to be approaching on the other side. Harry looked at Ron and Hermione and saw terror in their faces.
　　　"If I can just poke the sword through a handle – but how am I going to get up there?"

　　　The shelf on which the cup reposed was out of reach for any of them, even Ron, who was tallest. The heat from the enchanted treasure rose in waves, and sweat ran down Harry's face and back as he struggled to think of a way up to the cup; and then he heard the dragon roar on the other side of the vault door, and the sound of clanking growing louder and louder.

Monet A Woman Reading

2008-11-21T21:26:00.000-08:00

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need you two as well!" he called to Ron and Hermione, who had been skulking, half concealed, in the doorway of the sitting room.

They both moved into the light, looking oddly relieved.

　　　"How are you?" Harry asked Hermione. "You were amazing – coming up with that story when she was hurting you like that –"
　　"In here," said Bill, opening the door into his and Fleur's room, it too had a view of the sea, now flecked with gold in the sunrise. Harry moved to the window, turned his back on the spectacular view, and waited, his arms folded, his scar prickling. Hermione took the chair beside the dressing table
Hermione gave a weak smile as Ron gave her a one-armed squeeze.

"What are we doing now, Harry?" he asked.

"You'll see. Come on."

　　　Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed Bill up the steep stairs onto a small landing. Three doors led off it.

　

Monsted Landscape With Deer

2008-11-20T23:43:00.001-08:00

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But how do you know," said Harry, "that those wants -- the Deathstick, and the Wand of Destiny -- aren't the same want, surfacing over the centuries under different names?" "What if they're all really the Elder Wand, made by Death?" said Ron. Harry laughed: The strange idea that had occurred to him was after all, ridiculous. His wand, he reminded himself, had been of holly, not elder, and it had been made by Ollivander, whatever it had done that night Voldemort had pursued him across the skies and if it had been unbeatable, how could it have been broken? "So why would you take the stone?" Ron asked him. "Well, if you could bring people back, we could have Sirius...Mad-Eye...Dumbledore...my parents..." Neither Ron nor Hermione smiled.

"But according to Beedle the Bard, they wouldn't want to come back, would they?" said Harry, thinking about the tail they had just heard. "I don't suppose there have been loads of other stories about a stone that can raise the dead, have there?: he asked Hermione. "No," she replied sadly. "I don't think anyone except Mr. Lovegood could kid themselves that's possible. Beedle probably

Li-Leger Ocean Voyage

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

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It was snowing by the time Hermione took over the watch at midnight. Harry's dreams were confused and disturbing: Nagini wove in and out of them, first through a wreath of Christmas roses. He woke repeatedly, panicky, convinced that somebody had called out to him in the distance, imagining that the wind whipping around the tent was footsteps or voices.
"We'll somewhere more sheltered," she agreed, shivering as she pulled on a sweatshirt over her pajamas. "I kept thinking I could hear people moving outside. I even though I saw somebody one or twice."
　　　Finally he got up in the darkness and joined Hermione, who was huddled in the entrance to the tent reading A History of Magic by the light of her wand. The snow was falling thickly, and she greeted with relief his suggestion of packing up early and moving on.

Rothko Untitled 1949

2008-11-18T21:55:00.000-08:00

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Here!" cried Hermione again a few moments later from out of the darkness. "Oh no, sorry! I thought it said Potter."

　　　She was rubbing at a crumbling, mossy stone, gazing down at it, a little frown on her face.

"Harry, come back a moment."

　　　He did not want to be sidetracked again, and only grudgingly made his way back through the snow toward her.

"What?"

"Look at this!"

　　　The grave was extremely old, weathered so that Harry could hardly make out the name. Hermione showed him the symbol beneath it.

"Harry, that's the mark in the book!"

　　　He peered at the place she indicated: The stone was so worn that it

Claude Monet La Japonaise painting

2008-11-17T19:34:00.000-08:00

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credentials. He raised his wand, not even troubling to keep it concealed beneath the Invisibility Cloak, and said, "Stupefy!"
Yaxley slid to the ground to lie curled on the floor. "Harry!" "Hermione, if you think I was going to sit here and let her pretend –"
　　　There was a flash of red light; Umbridge crumpled and her forehead hit the edge of the balustrade: Mrs. Cattermole's papers slid off her lap onto the floor and, down below, the prowling silver cat vanished. Ice-cold air hit them like an oncoming wind: Yaxley, confused, looked around for the source of the trouble and saw Harry's disembodied hand and wand pointing at him. He tried to draw his own wand, but too late: "Stupefy!"

"Harry, Mrs. Cattermole!"

　　　Harry whirled around, throwing off the Invisibility Cloak; down below