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Jack Vettriano Bird on the Wire

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

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'Good. Got things to organize,' said Dibbler. 'See you tonight. The Cavern. Seven o'clock.'
He strode off.
'You know the funny thing about him?' said Glod.
'What?'that. Show business is in me soul.'
Ponder looked down at the thing they had hammered together.
'I don't understand it either,' he said. 'But . . . it looks as though we can trap it in a string, and it makes the string play the music again. It's like an iconograph for sound.'
They'd put the wire inside the box, which resonated beautifully. It played the same dozen bars, over 'The way he was smoking that sausage. Do you think he knew?'Asphalt grabbed Cliff's bag and slung it easily over his shoulder.'Let's go, boss,' he said.'An elephant sat on you?' said Buddy, as they crossed the square.'Yup. At the circus,' said Asphalt. 'I used to muck 'em arht.''That's how you got like that?''Nope. Dint get like this 'til elephants had sat on me tree, fo' times,' said the small flat troll. 'Dunno why. I'd be cleanin' up after 'em, next minute it'd all be dark.''I'd have quit after the first time, me,' said Glod.'Nah,' said Asphalt, with a contented smile. 'Couldn't do

Jack Vettriano The Star Cafe

2009-05-12T22:50:00.000-07:00

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The Dean looked down.
'I thought you were a bit taller,' said Ridcully. 'You standing on a couple of planks?'
'They're just 'It's about your monkey,' said the man.
Ridcully brightened up.
'Oh, yes?'
'Apparently, erm, he sto‑ removed some wheels from this gentleman's carriage,' said the Bursar, who was on the depressive side of his mental cycle.
'You sure it was the Librarian?' said the Archchancellor.thick soles,' said the Dean. 'Just . . . just something the dwarfs invented, I suppose . . . dunno . . . found them in my closet . . . Modo the gardener says he thinks they're crepe.''That's strong language for Modo, but I'd say he's right enough.''No . . . it's a kind of rubbery stuff . . .' said the Dean, dismally.'Erm . . . excuse me, Archchancellor . . .'It was the Bursar, standing in the doorway. A large red‑faced man was behind him, craning over his shoulder.'What is it, Bursar?''Erm, this gentleman has got a–’

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait 1940

2009-05-11T23:26:00.000-07:00

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the distance, towards the walls of the greater room, the metaroom or whatever it was, there was the suggestion of . . . something. Something was casting complicated shadows, too far away to be clearly seen.
Susan got up on to the dais.
There was ball it swung down and thumped into the lead, just once.
She didn't try to sit in the chair. There was a deep pit in the leather. Someone had spent a lot of time sitting there.
She glanced at the spines of the books. They were in a language she couldn't understandsomething odd about the things around her. Of course, there was everything odd about the things around her, but it was a huge major oddness that was simply in their nature. She could ignore it. But there was an oddness on a human level. Everything was just slightly wrong, as if it had been made by someone who hadn't fully comprehended its purpose.There was a blotter on the oversize desk but it was part of it, fused to the surface. The drawers were just raised areas of wood, impossible to open. Whoever had made the desk had seen desks, but hadn't understood deskishness.There was even some sort of desk ornament. It was just a slab of lead, with a thread hanging down one side and a shiny round metal ball on the end of the thread. If you raised the

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Yarnwinder

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

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bards said they got better as they got older, although old men tend to say this sort of thing regardless of daily experience.
Imp plucked a string. The note hung in the air, and faded. The harp was fresh and bright and already it sang out like a bell. What it might other bards, who'd spent a lifetime learning how to listen to music.
But said, nevertheless. And, if they're said with the right passion and the gods are feeling bored, sometimes the universe will reform itself around words like that. Words have always had the power to change the world.
Be careful what you wish for. You never know who will be listening.be like ina hundred years' time was unimaginable.His father had said it was rubbish, that the future was written in stones, not notes. That had only been the start of the row.And then he'd said things, and he'd said things, and suddenly the world was a new and unpleasant place, because things can't be unsaid.He'd said, 'You don't know anything! You're just a stupid old man! But I'm giving my life to music! One day soon everyone will say I was the greatest musician in the world!'Stupid words. As if any bard cared for any opinions except those of

Jean Beraud A Game of Billiards

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

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just have to change back to human and smash the window.'
'I can't do that! I'd be naked!'
'Well, you're naked now, ain't you?'
'But I'm a wolf! That's different!'
'I've never worn , Lance-Constable Coalface! It a man life in the Watch!'
The squad rounded the corner.
'What's been going on?' said Angua.
'Search me. I might know more if one of 'em stops for a widdle.'
There was a small crowd around the Watch House inanything in my whole life. It's never bothered me.''The Watch House,' muttered Angua. 'There'll be something at the Watch House. Spare chainmail, at least. A sheet or something. And the door doesn't shut properly. Come on.'She trotted off along the street, with Gaspode whimpering along behind her.Someone was singing.'Blimey,' said Gaspode, 'look at that.'Four Watchmen slogged past. Two dwarfs, two trolls. Angua recognized Detritus.'Hut, hut, hut! You without doubt the horriblest recruits I ever see! Pick up them feet!''I never done nuffin!''Now you doin somefin for the first time in your horrible life

Andy Warhol One Blue Pussy

2009-05-03T23:40:00.000-07:00

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enthusiasts take the precaution of getting thoroughly drunk before touching the stuff, because Klatchian coffee takes you back through sobriety and, if you're not careful, out the other side, where the mind of man should not go. The Watch was generally of the opinion that Samuel Vimes was at least two drinks under par, and needed a stiff double even to be sober.
'Careful . . . careful . . .' Carrot let a few drops dribble between Vimes' lips.
'Look, when I saidVimes' grimace of horror'—half a glass of Bearhugger's. We've sent him too far the other way.'
The glass was fetched and administered. Vimes un-stiffened as it took effect.
His palm uncurled.
'Oh, my gods,' said Angua. 'Have we got any bandages?'
—' Angua began.'Forget it.' Carrot didn't even look round.'I was only—''I said forget it.'Vimes opened his eyes, took a look at the world, and screamed.'Nobby!''Yes, sarge?''Did you buy the Red Desert Special or the Curly Mountain Straight?''Red Desert, sarge, because—''You could have said. Better get me—' He glanced at

Winslow Homer The Herring Net

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

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and the dwarf walked towards it, occasionally barging into each other by deliberate accident.
'Anyway, you so clever, he gave paper to me?'
'Hah! Can you read it, then? Can you?'
'No, I tell you to read it. That called del-eg-ay-shun.'
'Hah! Can't read! Can't count! Stupid troll!'
'Not stupid!''How come you read notice? Get someone to hold you up?'
They walked into the door of the Alchemists' Guild.
'I knock. My job!'
'I'll knock!'
When Mr Sendivoge, the Guild secretary, opened the door it was to find a dwarf hanging on the knocker and being swung up and down by a troll. He adjusted his crash helmet.
'Yes?' he said.
Cuddy let go.'Hah! Yes? Everyone knows trolls can't even count up to four!''Eater of rats!''How many fingers am I holding up? You tell me, Mr Clever Rocks in the Head.''Many,' Detritus hazarded.'Har har, no, five. You'll be in big trouble on payday. Sergeant Colon'11 say, stupid troll, he won't know how many dollars I give him! Hah! How come you read the notice about joining the Watch, anyway? Got someone to read it to you?'
Detritus'massive brows knitted.

Vincent van Gogh The potato eaters

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

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Maybe the guards weren't so good now anyway. Politics. Hah! Watchmen like old Kepple would turn in their graves if they knew that the Watch had taken on a w—
And the world exploded.
The window blew in, peppering the wall behind Vimes'desk with fragments and cutting one of his ears.
He threw himself to the floor and rolled under the desk.
Right, that did it! The alchemists had blown up their Guild House for the last time, if Vimes had anything to do with it . . .of the city, such as they were, stopped outside the Guild Houses. The Guilds had their own laws. The Guild owned the . . .
He stopped.
Behind him, Lance-Constable Angua reached down and picked up a fragment of glass.
Then she stirred the debris with her foot.But when he peered over the window sill he saw, across the river, the column of dust rising over the Assassins' Guild . . . The rest of the Watch came trotting along Filigree Street as Vimes reached the Guild entrance. A couple of black-clad Assassins barred his way, in a polite manner which nevertheless indicated that impoliteness was a future option. There were sounds of hurrying feet behind the gates.'You see this badge? You see it?' Vimes demanded.'Nevertheless, this is Guild property,' said an Assassin.'Let us in, in the name of the law!' bellowed Vimes.The Assassin smiled nervously at him. 'The law is that Guild law prevails inside Guild walls,' he said.Vimes glared at him. But it was true. The laws

Johannes Vermeer View Of Delft

2009-04-26T22:56:00.001-07:00

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Ogg turned to look at it.
“She arranged it all!” said Magrat. “You know what
Verence is like. I mean, she hardly disguised who she was,
did she? And I got back and it was all arranged—“
“What would , in what Magrat thought of as her nursery voice.
“Yes, but she pushed me on one side and shut me up in
the castle and I got so wound up—“
“You were so angry that you actually stood Up to the Queen. You actually laid hands on her,” said Nanny. “Well done. The old Magrat wouldn’t have done that, would she? Esme could always see the real thing. Now nip out of the back door and look at the log pile, there’s a love.”you have done if nothing had been arranged?” said Nanny.Magrat looked momentarily taken aback.292LOR06 ft^O Lft0/£6“Well, I would ... I mean, if he had ... I’d—““You’d be getting married today, would you?” said Nanny, but in a distant voice, as if she was thinking about something else.“Well, that depends on—““You want to, don’t you?”“Well, yes, of course, but—““That’s nice, then,” said Nanny

Pop art miles 1960, on rust

2009-04-24T00:01:00.000-07:00

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pleasing noise.”
“What?”
“Just thinking to myself.” Magrat stood up. “OK. I’ll build up the fire and fetch a couple of crossbows and load them up for you. And you keep the door shut and let no one in, d’you hear? And if I don’t come back ... try and go somewhere where there’s people. Get up to the dwarfs at Copperhead. Or the trolls.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to see what’s happened to everyone.”
Magrat opened the sack she’d brought down from the
armory. There was a helmet in it. It had wings on, and to
231or the other.”
“But—“
“Shut up!”
She’s going to get killed, Shawn thought. It’s enough to be able to pick up a sword. You Terry PratehettShawn’s mind was quite impractical.* There was also a pair of mail gloves and a choice assortment of rusty weaponry.“But there’s probably more of those things out there!”“Better out there than in here.”“Can you fight?”“Don’t know. Never tried,” said Magrat.“But if we wait here, someone’s bound to come.”“Yes. I’m afraid they will.”“What I mean is, you don’t have to do this!”“Yes I do. I’m getting married tomorrow. One way

Thomas Gainsborough River Landscape

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

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Tis his delight every night,” said Jason.
“Hey,” said Baker the weaver, “we’re getting really good at this rude mechanism, ain’t we?”
“Let’s go right,” said Jason.
“Nah, it’s all briars and thorns that way.”
“All right, then, left then.”
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Terry “Ah, come on,” said Weaver. “What’s wrong with it?”
“Goes up to the Dancers, that path does,” said Jason. “Me mam said no one was to go up to the Dancers ‘cos of them young women dancing round ‘em in the nudd.”
“Yeah, but they’ve been stopped from that,” said Thatcher. “Old Granny Weatherwax put her foot down hard and made ‘em put their drawers on.”
“And they ain’t to go there anymore, neither,” said Carter. “So it’ll be nice and quiet for the rehearsing.”
“Me mam said no one was to go there,” said JasonPratchett“It’s all winding,” said Weaver.“What about the middle road?” said Carter.Jason peered ahead.There was a middle track, hardly more than an animalpath, which wound away under shady trees. Ferns grewthickly alongside it. There was a general green, rich, darkfeel to it, suggested by the word “bosky”*His blacksmith’s senses stood up and screamed.“Not that way,” he said.

George Bellows Fog Rainbow

2009-04-20T00:38:00.000-07:00

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flowed out from the ears like porridge. It was the kind of landscape where, if you saw a distant figure cutting cab-bages, you’d watch him until he was out of sight because there was simply nothing else for the eye to do.
“I spy,” said the Bursar, “with my little eye, something beginning with .. . H.”
“Oook.”
“No.”
“Horizon,” said Ponder.
“You guessed!”
“Of course I guessed. I’m supposed to guess. We’ve had S for Sky, C for Cabbage, 0 for ... for Ook, and there’s nothing else.”
“I’m not on it. Someone was going to suffer for this.
The Bursar was trying to use his hat like a limpet uses its shell.
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LOR08 ft/VO iftQ/£6going to play anymore if you’re going to guess.” The Bursar pulled his hat down over his ears and tried to curl up on the hard seat.“There’ll be lots to see in Lancre,” said the Archchancellor. “The only piece of flat land they’ve got up there is in a museum.”Ponder said nothing.“Used to spend whole summers up there,” said Ridcully. He sighed. “You know . . . things could have been very different.”Ridcully looked around. If you’re going to relate an inti-mate piece of personal history, you want to be sure it’s going to be heard.The Librarian looked out at the jolting scenery. He was sulking. This had a lot to do with the new bright blue collar around his neck with the word “PONGO’
“There was this girl.”

Andy Warhol Pink Cow

2009-04-16T22:52:00.000-07:00

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Simony clenched his fists in anger.
"Look . . . listen . . . We died for lies, for centuries we died for lies." He waved a hand towards the god. "Now we've got a truth to die for!"
"No. Men should die for lies, every day of along life."
"And how long is that going to be?"
"We shall see."
Brutha looked up at Om.
"You will not show yourself like this again?"
Chap. III v. I. No. Once Is Enough.
"Remember Urn and Simony watched him go.
"He's going to die," said Simony. "He won't even be a patch of grease on the sand." He turned to Om. "Can you stop him?"
III. It May Be That I Cannot.
Brutha was already halfway across the Place.
"Well, we're not deserting him," said Simony.the desert."II. I Will Remember."Walk with me."Brutha went over to the body of Vorbis and picked it up."I think," he said, "that they will land on the beach on the Ephebian side of the forts. They won't use the rock shore and they can't use the cliffs. I'll meet them there." He glanced down at Vorbis. "Someone should.""You can't mean you want to go by yourself?""Ten thousand won't be sufficient. One might be enough."He walked down the steps.
IV. Good.

Winslow Homer Gloucester Harbor

2009-04-15T23:49:00.000-07:00

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Chilopoda aridius, the common desert centipede, his memory resident library supplied
-scuttled beneath the altar.
"Yes," said Brutha. "We will." He raised the bowl over his head, and turned.
Om ducked into his shell.
"But here-” Brutha gritted his teeth as he staggered under the weight. "And now-”
He threw the years' time we'll all be dead, you said."
"Yes! Yes!" said Om desperately. "But here and now-”
"Right."
spoken many times to crowds in Ephebe, but they were invariably made up of other philosophers, whose shouts of "Bloody daft!," "You're making it up as you go along!" and other contributions to the debate always put him at his ease. That was because no one really paid any attention. They were just working out what they were going to say next.
But this crowd put him in mind of Brutha. Their listening was like a huge pit waiting for his words to fill it. The trouble was that he was talking in philosophy, but they were listening in gibberish
Didactylos smiled. It wasn't something that came easily to him. It wasn't that he was a somber man, but he could not see the smiles of others. It took several dozen muscle movements to smile, and there was no return on his investment.

John William Waterhouse The Siren

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

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Next day the ship rounded a headland and the bay of Ephebe lay before it, with the city a white smudge on the horizon which time and distance turned into a spilling of blindingly white houses, all the way up a rock.
It seemed of considerable interest to Sergeant Simony. Brutha had not exchanged a word with him. And always silent, except when spoken to. Brutha tried to be friends.
"Looks very . . . white, doesn't it?" he said. "The city. Very white. Sergeant Simony?"
The sergeant turned slowly, and stared at Brutha.
Vorbis's gaze was dreadful. Vorbis looked through your head to the sins inside, hardly interested in you except as a vehicle for your sins. But Simony's glance was pure, simple hatred.
Brutha stepped back.Fraternization between clergy and soldiers was not encouraged; there was a certain tendency to unholiness about soldiers . . .Brutha, left to his own devices again as the crew made ready for port, watched the soldier carefully. Most soldiers were a bit slovenly and generally rude to minor clergy. Simony was different. Apart from anything else, he gleamed. His breastplate hurt the eyes. His skin looked scrubbed.The sergeant stood at the prow, staring fixedly as the city drew nearer. It was unusual to see him very far away from Vorbis. Wherever Vorbis stood there was the sergeant, hand on sword, eyes scanning the surroundings for . . . what?

Andy Warhol Guns

2009-04-13T22:56:00.000-07:00

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assumed the creased-eyebrow squint that meant serious thought was being undertaken. " `Let the holy fire destroy utterly the unbeliever.' That's verse sixty-five."
"Did I say that?"
"In the Year of the Lenient Vegetable the Bishop Kreeblephor converted a demon by the power of reason alone," said

There was a bit of breeze on the roof of the Citadel. It also offered a good view of the high desert.
Fri'it and Drunah waited for a while to get their breath back.Brutha. "It actually joined the Church and became a subdeacon. Or so it is said.""Fighting I don't mind," the tortoise began."Your lying tongue cannot tempt me, reptile," said Brutha. "For I am strong in my faith!"The tortoise grunted with effort."Smite you with thunderbolts!"A small, a very small black cloud appeared over Brutha's head and a small, a very small bolt of lightning lightly singed an eyebrow.It was about the same strength as the spark off a cat's fur in hot dry weather."Ouch!""Now do you believe me?" said the tortoise.

John Collier Spring

2009-04-13T00:50:00.000-07:00

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minute later the tortoise finds the world dropping away from it. And it sees the world for the first time, no longer one inch from the ground but five hundred feet above it, and it thinks: what a great friend I have in the eagle.
And then the eagle lets go.
And almost always the tortoise plunges to its death. Everyone knows why the tortoise does this. Gravity is a habit that is took place above the snowline, thousands of miles away in the mountains around the Hub.[1]
One of the recurring philosophical questions is:
"Does a falling tree in the forest make a sound when there is no one to hear?"
Which says something about the nature of philosophers, because there is always someone in a forest. It may only be a badger, wondering what that cracking noise was, or a squirrel hard to shake off. No one knows why the eagle does this. There's good eating on a tortoise but, considering the effort involved, there's much better eating on practically anything else. It's simply the delight of eagles to torment tortoises.But of course, what the eagle does not realize is that it is participating in a very crude form of natural selection.One day a tortoise will learn how to fly. The story takes place in desert lands, in shades of umber and orange. When it begins and ends is more problematical, but at least one of its beginnings

Paul Cezanne Table Corner

2009-04-10T00:18:00.000-07:00

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got through, didn't he?' said Rincewind.
There was a tapped Rincewind on the shoulder. As he swung around, the first hook hung a yellowing notice on his back and retracted into the roof.
'What'd it do? What'd it do?’ screamed Rincewind, trying to read his own shoulderblades.
'It says, Kick Me,' said Conina.
A section of wall slid up beside the petrified wizard. A large boot on the end of a complicated noise like a damp finger dragged across glass, but amplified a billion times, and the floor shook.'Anyway, we haven't got a lot of choice,' he added, and ducked into the tunnel. The others followed him. Many people who had got to know Rincewind had come to treat him as a sort of two-legged miner's canary[20] and tended to assume that if Rincewind was still upright and not actually running then some hope remained.'This is fun,' said Creosote. 'Me, robbing my own treasury. If I catch myself I can have myself flung into the snake pit.''But you could throw yourself on your mercy,' said Conina, running a paranoid eye over the dusty stonework.'Oh, no. I think I would have to teach me a lesson, as an example to myself.'There was a little click above them. A small slab slid aside and a rusty metal hook descended slowly and jerkily. Another bar creaked out of the wall and

Rodney White Share a Random Moment

2009-04-08T23:19:00.000-07:00

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to edge with prime lean pork, with none oft hose spacious areas of good fresh air under the lid that represented his own profit margin. It was the kind of pie piglets hope to be when they grew up.
His heart sank. His ruin was floating in front of him with short-crust pastry on it.
'Want a taste?' him out of a dreadful dream in which a hundred masked women were attempting to trim his hair with broadswords and cutting it very fine indeed. Some people, having a nightmare like that, would dismiss it as castration anxiety, but Rincewind's subconscious knew being-cut-to-tiny-bits-mortal dread when it saw it. It saw it most of the time.
He sat up.said the wizard. 'There's plenty more where that came from.''Wherever it came from,' said Ardrothy.He looked past the shiny pastry to the face of the wizard, and in the manic gleam of those eyes he saw the world turning upside down.He turned away, a broken man, and set out for the nearest city gate.As if it wasn't bad enough that wizards were killing people, he thought bitterly, they were taking away their livelihood as well. A bucket of water splashed into Rincewind's face, jerking

Sung Kim Paradise

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

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didn't blush!'
'Precisely,' said Carding, 'my point.'
'All right,' Spelter conceded. 'But you think you know something else.'
The fat wizard shrugged. 'A mere suspicion of a hunch,' he said. 'But why should I ally,' he rolled the unfamiliar word around The two spells cannoned into one another, turned into a ball of green fire and exploded, filling the room with fine yellow crystals.
The wizards exchanged the kind of long, slow glare you could roast chestnuts on.
Bluntly, Carding was surprised. He shouldn't have been. Eighth-level wizards are seldom faced with challenging tests of magical skill. In theory there are only sevenhis tongue, 'with you, a mere fifth level? I could more certainly obtain the information by rendering down your living brain. I mean no offence, you understand, I ask only for knowledge.'The events of the next few seconds happened far too fast to be understood by non-wizards, but went approximately like this:Spelter had been drawing the signs of Megrim's Accelerator in the air under cover of the table. Now he muttered a syllable under his breath and fired the spell along the tabletop, where it left a smoking path in the varnish and met, about halfway, the silver snakes of Brother Hushmaster's Potent Asp-Spray as they spewed from Carding's fingertips.

Guido Reni Salome with the head of St John the Baptist

2009-04-07T00:48:00.001-07:00

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Yes, I do. And I think, somehow, that they do too.’ but he’ll become a wolfman.
‘Yes. And she’ll become a wolfwoman.’ all Tight, but what kind of relationship can people have one week in four? ‘Maybe at least as good a chance of happiness as most people get. Life isn’t perfect, One-Man-Bucket.’ you’re telling me?
‘Now, can I ask you a personal question?’ said Windle. ‘I mean I’ve just got to know . . .’ huh.
‘After allout ten seconds before me to give him his name. Windle Poons thought about it.
‘Don’t tell me, let me guess,’ he said. ‘Two-Dogs-Fighting?’

Two-Dogs-Fighting a Two-Dogs-Fighting? said One-Man-Bucket. Wow, he’d have given his right arm to be called Two-Dogs-Fighting.
It was later that the story of Windle Poons really came to an end, if “story, you’ve got the astral plane to yourself again.’ oh, all right.‘Why are you called One -‘ is that all? I thought you could work that one out, a clever man like you. in my tribe we’re traditionally named after the First thing the mother sees when she looks out of the teepee after the birth. it’s short for One-Man-Pouring-a-Bucket-of- Water-over-Two-Dogs.‘That’s pretty unfortunate, ‘ said Windle. it’s not too bad, said One-Man-Bucket. it was my twin brother you had to feel sorry for. she looked

Thomas Kinkade Pinocchio Wishes Upon a Star

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

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The mobile stage,’ breathed Windle Poons.
The wire basket tried to inch backwards without appearing to move.
Lupine growled.
‘Is that what would be something that would be handy, and get everywhere, and no-one would ever think it had got there by itself. But it’s all happening at the wrong time!’
‘But how can a city be alive? It’s only made up of dead parts !’ said Ludmilla.
‘So’re people. Take it from me. I know. But you are right, I think. This shouldn’t be happening. It’s all this extra life force. It’s . . . it’s tipping the balance. It’s turning something that isn’t really real into a reality. And it’s happening too early, and it’s happening too ‘Oh, the poor thing! Look at him!’
Ludmilla rushed across the floor and knelt down by the stricken wolf.One-Man-Bucket was talking about?’ said Ludmilla. The trolley vanished. The Librarian grunted, and went after it. ‘Oh, yes. Something that would make itself useful,’ said Windle, suddenly almost maniacally cheerful. ‘That’s how it’d work. First, something that you’d want to keep, and put away somewhere. Thousands wouldn’t get the right conditions, but that wouldn’t matter, because there would be thousands. And then the next stage

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna Litta

2009-04-02T23:24:00.000-07:00

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The girl’s still in there,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘Is that what he said?’
YES.
Flames curtained every upper window.
‘There’s got to at her knuckles.
‘You leave my farm tonight, Mr Bill Door,’ she growled. ‘Understand?’
Then she turned on her heel and ran towards the pump. Some of the men had brought long hooks to drag the burning thatch off the roof. Miss Flitworth organised a team to get a ladder up to one of the bedroom windows but, by the time a man was persuaded to climb it behind the steaming protection of a damp blanket, the top of the be some way,’ said Miss Flitworth. ‘Maybe we could find a ladder -‘ WE SHOULD NOT.‘What? We’ve got to try. We can’t leave people in there!’ YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, said Bill Door. TO TINKER WITH THE FATE OF ONE INDIVIDUAL COULD DESTROY THE WHOLE WORLD.Miss FIitworth looked at him as if he had gone mad.‘What kind of garbage is that?’I MEAN THAT THERE IS A TIME FOR EVERYONE TO DIE.She stared. Then she drew her hand back. and gave him a ringing slap across the face.He was harder than she’d expected. She yelped and sucked

Salvador Dali Mirage

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

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stared at them, mystified. He shook them, and watched the tiny snowfalls. He read the writing, noting how it wasn’t so door.
‘Hallo?’ he said.
A deep, rumbling, but very diffident voice said,
‘S’only me, Mr Poons.’
Windle wrinkled his forehead with the effort of recollection.
‘Schleppel?’ he said.much writing as a drawing of writing. He reached down and picked up the third object; it was a little bent metal wheel. Just one little metal wheel. And, beside it, a broken sphere.Windle stared at them.Of course, he had been a bit non-compos mentis in his last thirty years or so, and maybe he’d worn his underwear outside his clothes and dribbled a bit, but . . . he’d collected souvenirs? And little wheels? There was a cough behind him.Windle dropped the mysterious objects back into the hole and looked around. The room was empty, but there seemed to be a shadow behind the open

Louis Aston Knight A Riverside Cottage

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

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.’Take your time from me. One...two...’
Modo the gardener was trundling a barrow load of hedge trimmings to a bonfire behind the new High Energy Magic research building when about half a dozen wizards went past at, for wizards, high speed. Windle Poons was being borne aloft between them.
Modo again and pushed it thoughtfully towards the secluded area where he kept his bonfire, his compost heaps, his leaf-mould pile, and the little shed he sat in when it rained.
He used to be assistant gardener at the palace, but this job was a lot more interesting. You really got to see life.

Ankh-Morpork society is street society. There is always something interesting going on. At the moment, the driver of a two-horse fruit wagon was holding the Dean six inches in the air by the scruff of the heard him to say, ‘Really, Archchancellor, are you quite sure this one will work -?’‘We’ve got your best interests at heart,’ said Ridcully.‘I’m sure, but -‘‘We’ll soon have you feeling your old self again,’ said the Bursar.‘No, we won’t,’ hissed the Dean.’That’s the whole point!’ ‘We’ll soon have you not feeling your old self again, that’s the whole point,’ stuttered the Bursar, as they rounded the corner. Modo picked up the handles of the barrow

Thomas Kinkade The Aspen Chapel

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

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here, that was my money, and‑‘ the Dean said, but the Lecturer in Recent Runes grabbed his arm.
‘Just come he said. ‘Odd, that. Just fog, flashing away.
The Archchancellor coughed. It was beginning to dawn on the Bursar that, against all expectation, the Archchancellor was quite bright.
‘Ever seen one of these shadow moving puppet play picture things?’ Ridcully asked.
‘The servants go,’ said the Bursar. This, Ridcully decided, meant along,’ he said, winked slowly and deliberately at the Chair. ‘Time we were getting back.’‘I don’t see why–‘the Dean gurgled, as they dragged him off. Grey clouds swirled in the Archchancellor’s magic mirror. Many wizards had them, but not many ever bothered to use them. They were quirky and unreliable. They weren’t even much good for shaving in.Ridcully was surprisingly adept at using one.‘Stalkin’,’ he offered as a brief explanation. ‘Couldn’t be having with all that crawlin’ around in damp bracken for hours, bigods. Help yourself to a drink, man. And one for me.’The clouds flickered.‘Can’t seem to see anything else,’

Pino THE DANCER

2009-03-29T23:56:00.001-07:00

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my luck they threw me in the Ankh,’ Gaspode went on. ‘Any other river, I’d have drowned and gone to doggy heaven. I heard where this big black ghostly dog comes up to you when you die an’ says, your time has gome. Cone. Come.’
Gaspode stared at nothing much. ‘Can’t sink in the Ankh, though,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Ver’ tough river, the Ankh.’
‘Woof.’
‘It have to go.)
‘Good boy Laddie! Laddie good boy!’ barked Laddie, trotting forward obediently, if a little unsteadily.
‘We’ve been looking for you everywhere!’ muttered one of the trainers, raising a stick.
‘Don’t hit it!’ said the other trainer. ‘You’ll ruin everything.’ He peered into the alley, and met Gaspode’s stare coming the other way. shouldn’t happen to a dog,’ said Gaspode. ‘Metaphorically.’ ‘Woof.’ Gaspode peered blearily at Laddie’s bright, alert and irrevocably stupid face. ‘You don’t understand a bloody word I’ve been saying, do you?’ he muttered. ‘Woof.’ said Laddie, begging. ‘Lucky bugger,’ sighed Gaspode. There was a commotion at the other end of the alley. He heard a voice say, ‘There he is! Here, Laddie! Here, boy!’ The words dripped relief. ‘It’s the Man,’ growled Gaspode. ‘You don’t

Paul Cezanne Flowers in a Blue Vase

2009-03-26T23:58:00.000-07:00

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you just hear someone say something?’ said the handler carefully.
‘No,’ said Victor. through his megaphone. ‘Now, you ride up to the tent, leap off the camel, fight the huge eunuchs, burst into the tent, drag the girl out, get back on the camel and away. Got it? Think you ran do that?’
‘What huge eunuchs?’ said Victor, as the camel unfolded itself upwards.
One of the huge eunuchs shyly raised a hand.
‘It’s me. Morry,’ it said.
‘Oh. Hi, Morry.’
‘Hi, Vic.,
‘And me, Rock,’ said a second huge eunuch.
‘Hi, Rock.’ He leaned close to one of the camel’s ears and whispered, in case it was a special Holy Wood camel: ‘Look, I’m a friend, OK?’ Evil-Minded Son of a Bitch flicked a carpet-thick ear.[11]‘How do you ride it?’ he said. ‘When you want to go forward you swear at it and hit it with a stick, and when you want to stop you swear at it and really hit it with a stick.’ ‘What happens if you want it to turn?’ ‘Ah, well, you’re on to the Advanced Manual there. Best thing to do is get off and do it round by hand.’ ‘When you’re ready!’ Dibbler bellowed
‘Hi, Vic.’

Thomas Kinkade Make a Wish Cottage

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

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are?’ he ventured.
‘All this–’, Dibbler released Silverfish’s shoulder just long enough to expansively indicate the energetic chaos around them. ‘Fantastic!’ he said. ‘Marvellous! And that last thing of yours, what was it called now–?’
‘High Jinks atbeen seen by hundreds of people, yes?’
‘Thousands,’ said Silverfish.
There was no analogy for Dibbler’s grin now. If it had managed to be any wider, the top of his head would have fallen off.
‘Thousands?’ he said. ‘Really? That many? And of course they all pay you, oh, how much–?’ the Store,’ said Silverfish. ‘That’s the one where the thief steals the sausages and the shop-keeper chases him?’ ‘Yeah,’ said Dibbler, his fixed smile glazing for only a second . or two before becoming truly sincere again. ‘Yeah. That was. it. Amazing! True genius! A beautifully sustained metaphor!’ ‘That cost us nearly twenty dollars, you know,’ said Silverfish, with shy pride. ‘And another forty pence for the sausages, of course.’ ‘Amazing!’ said Dibbler. ‘And it must have
‘Oh, we just take up a collection at the moment,’ said Silverfish. ‘Just to cover costs while

Claude Monet The Luncheon

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

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But the multiverse is full of little dimensionettes, playstreets of creation where creatures of the imagination can romp without being knocked down by serious actuality. Sometimes, as they drift through the holes in reality, they impinge back on this universe, when they give rise to myths, legends and charges of being Drunk and creature. It exists solely because it has been imagined. It is well-known that in an infinite universe everything that can be imagined must exist somewhere, and since many of them are not things that ought to exist in a well-ordered space-time frame they get shoved into a side dimension. This may go some way to explaining the Sphinx's chronic bad temper, although any creature created with the body of a lion, bosom of a woman and wings of an eagle has a serious identity crisis and doesn't need much to make it angry.
So it had devised the Riddle. Disorderly. And it was into one of these that You Bastard, by a trivial miscalculation, had trotted. Legend had got it nearly right. The Sphinx did lurk on the borders of the kingdom. The legend just hadn't been precise about what kind of borders it was talking about. The Sphinx is an unreal

William Bouguereau Innocence

2009-03-20T23:25:00.000-07:00

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astonishment to the elaboration of a world as full of subtle distinctions of grade and station as the one he had so recently left; it was terrible to think that he might never know if Gern overcame her father's objections and won his intended, or if Dil's work on this job - on him - would allow him to aspire to the rank of Exalted Grand Ninety-Degree Variance of was now prepared to think of as his corpse.
'I think the linen,' he said at last. 'It's definitely his colour.'
Gern put his head on one side.
'He'd look good in the hessian,' he said. 'Or maybe the calico.'
'Not the calico. Definitely not the calico. On him it's too big.'
'He could moulder into it. With wear, you know.'
Dil snorted. 'Wear? Wear? You shouldn't talk to me about calico and wear. What happens if someone robs the the Matron Lodge of the Guild of Embalmers and Allied Trades. It was as if death was some astonishing optical device which turned even a drop of water into a complex hive of life. He found an overpowering urge to counsel Dil on elementary politics, or apprise Gern of the benefits of washing and looking respectable. He tried it several times. They could sense him, there was no doubt about that. But they just put it down to draughts. Now he watched Dil pad over to the big table of bandages, and come back with a thick swatch which he held reflectively against what even the king

Pino WHISPERING HEART

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

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doesn't matter. A king isn't something you're good at, it's something you are.'
'You can't leave me here! There's nothing but forests!'
Tomjon felt the suffocating cold sensation again, and the slow buzzing in his ears. For a moment he thought he saw, faint as a mist, a tall sad man in front of him, stretching out a hand in supplication.
'I'm sorry,' he whispered. 'I really am.'
Through dungeon passages, getting politer and more frantic with each passing hour.
'Um, I say? Excuse me? Billem's got this terrible thing about rats, if you don't mind. Cooeee!'the fading shape he saw the witches, watching him intently.Beside him Hwel said, 'The only chance you'd have is if there was another heir. You don't remember any brothers and sisters, do you?''I don't remember anyone! Hwel, I—'There was another ferocious argument among the witches. And then Magrat was striding, striding across the hall, moving like a tidal wave, moving like a rush of blood to the head, shaking off Granny Weatherwax's restraining hand, bearing down on the throne like a piston, and dragging the Fool behind her. 'I say?''Er. Halloee!''Er, I say, excuse me, can anyone hear us?'The castle up above was full of hubbub and general rejoicing, and there was no-one to hear the polite and frantic voices that echoed along the

Jean Beraud Pont des arts

2009-03-17T22:54:00.000-07:00

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GROUNDLINGS: Yes!
KING: Now if I could just find my horsey . . .
(1st assassin pops up behind rock.)
AUDIENCE: Behind you!
(1st assassin disappears.)
KING: You're trying to play tricks on old Kingy, you naughty . . .

There was a lot of crossing out, and a large blot. Tomjon threw it aside and selected another ball at random.

KING: Is this a duck knife dagger I see behind beside in front of before me, its beak handle pointing at me my hand?
1ST MURDERER: I'faith, it is not so. Oh, no it isn't!
2ND MURDERER: Thou speakest truth, sire. Oh, yes it is!

Judging by the creases in the paper, this one had been thrown at the wall particularly hard. Hwel had once explained to
Tomjon wondered vaguely what divers alarums, which Hwel always included somewhere in the stage directions, actually were. Hwel always refused to say. Perhaps they referred to dangerous depths, or lack of air pressure.
He sidled towards the table and, with great care, pulled the sheaf of paper from under Tomjon his theory about inspirations, and by the look of it a whole shower had fallen last night.Fascinated by this insight into the creative processes, however, Tomjon tried a third discarded attempt: QUEEN: Faith, there is a sound without! Mayhap it is my husband returning! Quick, into the garderobe, and wait not upon the order of your going!MURDERER: Marry, but your maid still has my pantoufles!MAID (opening door): The Archbishop, your majesty.PRIEST (under bed): Bless my soul!(Divers alarums)

Leonardo da Vinci Leda 1530

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

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'Excuse me,' said the Fool.
'I can't do rocks,' said Magrat.
'Well, no, rocks is an acquired taste—'
'Excuse me.'
The two witches stared at him, and he backed away.
'Weren't you supposed to be rescuing someone?' he said.
'Oh,' said appeared to be a sort of stocks.
'Took your time,' she observed. 'Let me out of this, will you? I'm getting cramp.'
And there was the dagger.
It spun gently in the middle of the room, glinting when the turning blade caught the light.
'My own dagger!' said the ghost of the king, in a voice only the witches could hear. 'All this time Granny. 'Yes. Come on, Magrat. We'd better see what she's been getting up to.''There were screams,' said the Fool, who couldn't help feeling they weren't taking things seriously enough.'I daresay,' said Granny, pushing him aside and stepping over a writhing taproot. 'If anyone locked me in a dungeon, there'd be screams.'There was a lot of dust inside the dungeon, and by the nimbus of light around its one torch Magrat could dimly make out two figures cowering in the furthest corner. Most of the furniture had been overturned and scattered across the floor; it didn't look as though any of it had been designed to be the last word in comfort. Nanny Ogg was sitting quite calmly in what

Joseph Mallord William Turner The fighting Temeraire tugged to her last berth to be broken up

2009-03-15T22:50:00.000-07:00

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suppose so, sir. Prithee.'
'Good. Where do you sleep, my Fool?'
'In the stables, sir.'
'From now on you may sleep in the corridor outside my room,' said the duke beneficently.
'Gosh!'
'And now,' said the duke, his voice dripping across the Fool like treacle over a pudding, 'tell me about witches . . .'

That night the Fool slept on good royal flagstones in the whistling corridor above the Great Hall instead of the warm stuffy straw of the stables.
'This is foolish,' he told himself. 'Marry, but is it foolish enough!'
He dozed off fitfully, into some sort of dream where a vague figure kept trying to attract his attention, and was only dimly 'You must have him executed,' she said promptly. 'To make an example to the others.'
'A course of action, my dear, which ultimately results in us ordering the last soldier to cut his own throat as an example to himself. By the way,' he added mildly, 'there would appear to be somewhat fewer servants around the place. You know I would not normally interfere—'
'Then don't,' she snapped. 'Housekeeping is under my control. I cannot abide slackness.'
'I'm sure you know best, but—'aware of the voices of Lord and Lady Felmet on the other side of the door.'It's certainly a lot less draughty,' said the duchess grudgingly.The duke sat back in the armchair and smiled at his wife.'Well?' she demanded. 'Where are the witches?''The chamberlain would appear to be right, beloved. The witches seem to have the local people in thrall. The sergeant of the guard came back empty-handed.' Handed . . . he came down heavily on the importunate thought.

Leroy Neiman Marlin Fishing

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

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chair hasn't been sat in,' Albert whined.
'Sorry, but is that important?' said Mort. 'My grandad didn't used to come home for days if he'd had a good sale at the market.'
'But he's 'Not really. I've really only done the practical side. He said he'd tell me about the theoretical stuff later,' said Mort. Ysabell burst into tears.
Albert took Mort's arm and, with considerable dramatic waggling of his eyebrows, indicated that they should have a little talk in the corner. Mort trailed after him reluctantly.always here,' said Albert. 'Every morning, as long as I've known him, sitting here at his desk a-working on the nodes. It's his job. He wouldn't miss it.''I expect the nodes can look after themselves for a day or two,' said Mort.The drop in temperature told him he was wrong. He looked at their faces.They can't?' he said.Both heads shook.'If the nodes aren't worked out properly all the Balance is destroyed,' said Ysabell. 'Anything could happen.''Didn't he explain?' said Albert.

Vincent van Gogh Girl in White

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

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'May as well.'
'Well, there's a coincidence!'
'Death number three?'
'Right. Is this a special pack for conjuring tricks?' Keli tried to sound composed, but even she could detect the faint not' lacked a certain style, while 'Is it serious?' seemed somehow too frivolous.
'Did I say I thought this was going to be serious?' said Cutwell.
'I think you did,' said Keli carefully, keeping her tone totally level.tinkle of hysteria in her voice.Cutwell frowned at her and carefully put the cards back in the pack, shuffled it, and dealt them out on to the table. There was only one Death.'Oh dear,' he said, 'I think this is going to be serious. May I see the palm of your hand, please?'He examined it for a long time. Alter a while he went to the dresser, took a jeweller's eyeglass out of a drawer, wiped the porridge off it with the sleeve of his robe, and spent another few minutes examining her hand in minutest detail. Eventually he sat back, removed the glass, and stared at her.'You're dead,' he said.Keli waited. She couldn't think of any suitable reply. 'I'm

Rene Magritte The Son of Man

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

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you hear what I said, boy?'
Mort nodded. And then it'll be fourteen more barrows, only call it fifteen because I haven't swept up properly in the corner, and. . . .
'Have you lost your tongue?'
'Mort,' said Mort mildly.
She looked Death, you know. The Grim Reaper. He's very important. He's not something you become, he's something you are.'
Mort gestured vaguely at the wheelbarrow.
'I expect it'll turn out for the best,' he said. 'My father always says things generally do.'
He picked up the shovel and turned away, and grinned at the horse's backside at him furiously. 'What?''My name is Mort,' said Mort. 'Or Mortimer. Most people call me Mort. Did you want to talk to me about something?'She was speechless for a moment, staring from his face to the shovel and back again.'Only I've been told to get on with this,' said Mort.She exploded.'Why are you here? Why did Father bring you here?''He hired me at the hiring fair,' said Mort. 'All the boys got hired. And me.''And you wanted to be hired?' she snapped. 'He's

Joseph Mallord William Turner Mortlake Terrace

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

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broomstick purposefully.
"Million-to-one chances," she said, "crop up nine times out of ten."
There are storms that are frankly theatrical, all sheet lightning and metallic thunder rolls. There are storms that are tropical and sultry, and incline to hot winds and fireballs. But this was a storm of the Circle Sea plains, and its main "Have a heart, madam."
"Are you sure she would have come this way?"
"There's a sort of jetty thing down here somewhere, unless I'm lost."
There was the sound of a heavy body blundering wetly into a bush, and then a splash.
"I've found the river, anyway."ambition was to hit the ground with as much rain as possible. It was the kind of storm that suggests that the whole sky has swallowed a diuretic. The thunder and lightning hung around in the background, supplying a sort of chorus, but the rain was the star of the show. It tap-danced across the land. The grounds of the University stretched right down to the river. By day they were a neat formal pattern of gravel paths and hedges, but in the middle of a wet wild night the hedges seemed to have moved and the paths had simply gone off somewhere to stay dry. A weak wyrdlight shone inefficiently among the dripping leaves. But most of the rain found its way through anyway. "Can you use one of them wizard fireballs?"

Thomas Kinkade Boston

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

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have called it "a nice way of saying something nasty".
Their rigid adherence to the truth was apparently not enjoined on them by a god, as is usually the case, but appeared to quite tall," but eventually they got the hang of it and the office of tribal Liar was instituted.
It must be understood that while the majority of Zoon cannot lie they have great respect for any Zoon who can say that the world is other than it is, and the Liar holds a position of considerable have a genetic base. The average Zoon could no more tell a lie than breathe underwater and, in fact, the very concept was enough to upset them considerably; telling a Lie meant no less than totally altering the universe. This was something of a drawback to a trading race and so, over the millennia, the elders of the Zoon studied this strange power that everyone else had in such abundance and decided that they should possess it too. Young men who showed faint signs of having such a talent were encouraged, on special ceremonial occasions, to bend the Truth ever further on a competitive basis. The first recorded Zoon proto-lie was: "Actually my grandfather is

Tamara de Lempicka Dormeuse

2009-03-05T23:43:00.000-08:00

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I've come about the girl, Esk, she hissed.
A promising child, thought the tree, I'm watching her with interest. She likes apples, too.
You beast, said Granny, shocked.
What did I say? Pardon me for not breathing, I'm sure.
Granny sidled closer to the trunk.
You must let her go, she thought. The magic is starting to come through.
Already? I'm impressed, said the tree.
It's the wrong sort of magic!, screeched Granny. It's wizard magic, not women's magic! She doesn't know what it is yet, up and down on her branch.
Well? Who says women can't be wizards?
Granny hesitated. The tree might as well have asked why fish couldn't be birds. She drew a deep breath, and started to speak. And stopped. She knew a cutting, incisive, withering and above all a self-evident answer existed. It was just that, to her extreme annoyance, she couldn't quite bring it to mind.but it killed a dozen wolves tonight! Great! said the tree. Granny hooted with rage. Great? Supposing she had been arguing with her brothers, and lost her temper, eh? The tree shrugged. Snowflakes cascaded from its branches. Then you must train her, it said. Train? What do I know from training wizards! Then send her to university. She's female!, hooted Granny, bouncing
Women have never been wizards. It's against nature. You might as well say that witches

John William Godward Summer Flowers

2009-03-04T23:29:00.000-08:00

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'We killed all our wizards,' said one of the men. 'Some ran away, but we killed quite a lot. They waved their hands and nothing came out.'
Rincewind stared at him.
'And we think you're a wizard too,' said the man holding Rincewind in an ever-tightening grip. 'You've got the box the man. 'The star has taken it away. All the false wizards said their funny words and then nothing happened and they looked at their hands in horror and very few of them, in fact, had the sense to run away.'
'I mean it!' said Rincewind.
He's going to kill me, he thought. That's it. I can't even bluff any more. No good at magic, no good at bluffing, I'm just a —on legs and you look like a wizard.'Rincewind became aware that the three of them and the Luggage had somehow become separated from their horses, and that they were now in a contracting circle of grey-faced, solemn people.Bethan had gone pale. Even Twoflower, whose ability to recognise danger was as good as Rincewind's ability to fly, was looking worried.Rincewind took a deep breath.He raised his hands in the classic pose he'd learned years before, and rasped, 'Stand back! Or I'll fill you full of magic!''The magic has faded,' said

Juan Gris Guitar on a Table

2009-03-03T21:36:00.000-08:00

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creation and had formulated the following theory:
The universe, they said, depended for its operation on the balance of four forces which they identified as charm, persuasion, uncertainty and bloody-mindedness.
Thus it was that the sun and moon orbited the disc because they were persuaded not to fall down, but didn't actually fly away because of uncertainty. Charm allowed trees to grow and bloody-mindedness kept them up, and read the manual.' He shrugged.
'What use is it, then, exactly?' asked Rincewind. Anything to keep his mind off the drop below.
'You can use it to – to tell you what time of year it is,' said Belafon.so on.Some druids suggested that there were certain flaws in this theory, but senior druids explained very pointedly that there was indeed room for informed argument, the cut and thrust of exciting scientific debate, and basically it lay on top of the next solstice bonfire. 'Ah, so you're an astronomer?' said Twoflower.'Oh no,' said Belafon, as the rock drifted gently around the curve of a mountain, I'm a , this is,' said the druid, tapping the rock with a sandalled foot.'Part of one, anyway. It's a replacement. I'm delivering it. They're having trouble with the big circles up on the Vortex Plains. So they say, anyway; I wished I had a bronze tore for every user who didn't

William Blake the Body of Abel Found by Adam and Eve

2009-03-02T19:32:00.000-08:00

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And ahead of Rincewind were a couple of very surprised wizards wearing the distinctive dark blue and black robes of trained hydrophobes. One of them, quicker on the uptake than his companion, raised a hand and began the first words of a spell.
There was a leaving the remaining hydrophobe writhing on the floor and snatching at his damp hand. For a while there was some shouting behind them, but they scuttled along a cross corridor and another courtyard and soon left the sounds of pursuit behind. Finally Rincewind picked a safe looking door, peered around it, found short sharp noise by Rincewind's side. Twoflower had spat. The hydrophobe screamed and dropped his hand as though it had been stung.The other didn't have time to move before Rincewind was on him, fists swinging wildly. One stiff punch with the weight of terror behind it sent the man tumbling over the balcony rail and into the pond, which did a very strange thing; the water smacked aside as though a large invisible balloon had been dropped into it, and the hydrophobe hung screaming in his own revulsion field.Twoflower watched him in amazement until Rincewind snatched at his shoulder and indicated a likely looking passage. They hurried down it,

Edgar Degas Dancer

2009-03-01T22:17:00.000-08:00

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looked up and down the corridor. It was empty.
The dragon followed. The heavy door frame caused it some minor difficulty, which it overcame with a swing of its shoulders that tore the timber out and tossed it to one side. The creature looked expectantly at Twoflower, its skin "But I've thought about dragons all my life."
In this place the frontier between thought and reality is probably a little confused. All I know is that once I was not, and then you thought of me, and then I was. Therefore, of course, I am yours to command.
"Good grief"
Half a dozen guards chose that moment to turn the rippling and twitching as it sought to open its wings in the confines of the passage."How did you get in there?" said Twoflower.You summoned me, master."I don't remember doing that."In your mind. You called me up, in, your mind thought the dragon, patiently."You mean I just thought of you and there You were?"Yes."It was magic?"Yes.

Joseph Mallord William Turner Caernarvon Castle

2009-02-26T23:39:00.000-08:00

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What do men want in a woman? Brains? Beauty? Vacuuming prowess?
Researchers at the University of Iowa find that men increasingly are interested in intelligent, educated women who are financially stable — and chastity isn't an issue.
The findings and women in 2008. (In 1939, it wasn't in the top three for either sex.)
Male and female participants in 2008 rounded out their top traits with "dependable character" and "emotional stability, maturity." Men ranked intelligence fourth, a big jump from 11th place in 1939; in addition, "good financial prospect" moved are part of a study, conducted every decade since 1939, which asks participants to rank a list of 18 characteristics they would want in a partner on a scale ranging from "irrelevant" to "essential." Included are such items as "sociability" and "good cook, housekeeper," as well as "mutual attraction and love," which came in first place for both men

John William Waterhouse Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

2009-02-25T22:41:00.000-08:00

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But why were there dryads at all? As far as he could recall, the tree people had died out centuries before. They had been out-evolved by humans, like most of the other Twilight Peoples. Only elves and trolls had survived the coming of Man to the Discworld; the elves because they were altogether too clever by half, and the troller-folk because they were at least as good as humans at being nasty, spiteful and greedy. Dryads were supposed to have died out, As the pace began to quicken and the complicated threads of the chant began to rise Rincewind found himself watching fascinated. He had heard about the Old Magic at University, although it was forbidden to wizards. He knew that when the circle was spinalong with gnomes and pixies.The background roar was louder here. Sometimes a pulsing golden glow would race up the translucent walls until it was lost in the haze overhead. Some power in the air made it vibrate."Now incompetent wizard," said Druellae, "see some magic. Not your weasel-faced tame magic, but root-and-branch magic, the old magic. Wild magic. Watch."Fifty or so of the females formed a tight cluster, joined hands and walked backwards until they formed the circumference of a large circle. The rest of the dryads began a low chant. Then, at a nod from Druellae, the circle began to spin widdershins.ning fast

Thomas Kinkade Sunset at Riverbend Farm

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

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Yeah! We're different from them all right....Like bears. They're strange, en't they, bears? You think they're like a person, and then suddenly they do something so strange or ferocious you think you'll never understand them....But you know what lorek said to me, he said that his armor for him was like what a daemon is for a person. It's his soul, he said. But that's where they're different again, because he made this armor his-self. They took his first fight him. They might kill him....I love lorek. I love him so much I wish he wasn't coming."
"Has he told you who he is?"
"Only his name. And it was the consul at Trollesund who told us that."
"He is highborn. He is a prince. In fact, if he had not committed a great crime, he would be the king of the bears by now."
"He told me their king was called lofur Raknison." armor away when they sent him into exile, and he found some sky iron and made some new armor, like making a new soul. We can't make our daemons. Then the people at Trollesund, they got him drunk on spirits and stole it away, and I found out where it was and he got it back....But what I wonder is, why's he coming to Svalbard? They'll

Frida Kahlo The Frame

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

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Lyra, dear," she said, "I think that the Master of Jordan gave you something before you left. Isn't that right? He gave you an alethiometer. The trouble is, it wasn't his to give. It was left in his care. It's really too valuable to be carriedit?" Lyra said, not moving.
"Because of what he's doing. You know he's been sent away to exile, because he's got something dangerous and wicked in mind. He needs the alethiometer to finish his plan, but believe me, dear, the last thing anyone should do is let him have it. The Master of Jordan about-d'you know, it's one of only two or three in the world! I think the Master gave it to you in the hope that it would fall into Lord Asriel's hands. He told you not to tell me about it, didn't he?"Lyra twisted her mouth."Yes, I can see. Well, never mind, darling, because you didn't tell me, did you? So you haven't broken any promises. But listen, dear, it really ought to be properly looked after. I'm afraid it's so rare and delicate that we can't let it be at risk any longer.""Why shouldn't Lord Asriel have

Piet Mondrian Composition 2

2009-02-22T22:29:00.000-08:00

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London," she said.
"And what are you doing so far north?"
"With my father," she mumbled. She kept her eyes down, avoiding the gaze of the marmot, and trying to look as if she was on the verge of tears.
"With , you're a lucky little girl. Those huntsmen who found you brought you to the best place you could be."
"They never found me," she said doubtfully. "There was a fight. There was lots of 'em and they had arrows...."your father? I see. And what's he doing in this part of the world?""Trading. We come with a load of New Danish smokeleaf and we was buying furs.""And was your father by himself?""No. There was my uncles and all, and some other men," she said vaguely, not knowing what the Samoyed hunter had told him."Why did he bring you on a journey like this, Lizzie?"" 'Cause two years ago he brung my brother and he says he'll bring me next, only he never. So I kept asking him, and then he did.""And how old are you?""Eleven.""Good, good. Well, Lizzie

Alexandre Cabanel Fallen Angel

2009-02-20T00:35:00.000-08:00

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Then she got to her feet again.
"Come on," she called in a trembling voice. "Tony, come out. We're going to take you somewhere safe."
There was a stir of movement in the fish house, and he appeared at the door, still clutching his dried fish. He was brought the lantern had retreated a few yards, and called down to them.
lorek Byrnison interpreted: "He says you must pay for that fish."
Lyra felt like telling the bear to kill him, but she said, "We're taking the child away for them. They can afford to give one fish to pay for that."
The bear spoke. The man muttered, but didn't argue. Lyra set his landressed in warm enough garments, a thickly padded and quilted coal-silk anorak and fur boots, but they had a secondhand look and didn't fit well. In the wider light outside that came from the faint trails of the Aurora and the snow-covered ground he looked more lost and piteous even than he had at first, crouching in the lantern light by the fish racks.The villager who'd tern down

Arthur Hughes The Long Engagement

2009-02-19T00:24:00.000-08:00

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do not want to do so since I want to leave something for my book. But I can tell you it is not only how much food you eat but also the way you eat it", he said.
"People tell me I might be a candidate for the Guinness Book of Records. I do not know whether anyone else has lost 73 other people who are overweight. And I know how many people are. My blood pressure used to be 200. You know, that's just a step away from death. Now, my blood pressure is 120. I often stop overweight people on the street and ask them how much they weigh. Before they get annoyed, I show them a photo of myself six months ago stored in my mobile phone. Then, they start to think about themselves. I want to help all of them," the 42-year-old from Split concluded.kilograms in six months. But I want more. Now that I do not need to wear 6XL T-shirts anymore, but only XL T-shirts, I want my body to look like Arnold Schwarzenegger’s in his best days. Believe me, in a year or so, I'll look like Schwarzenegger," Zmiric claimed."My main to help

Diego Rivera Motherhood Angelina and the Child Diego

2009-02-17T21:00:00.000-08:00

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Yeah," she said, turning away from him to scan the busy intersection. A theater nearby was just emptying, and crowds milled around the lighted foyer, calling for cabs, wrapping coats around their shoulders. In the other direction was , and she didn't even know how big it was or how far she'd have to walk to find the country.
"What's your name?" said the man.
"Alice."
"That's a pretty name. Let me put a drop of this the entrance of a Chthonic Railway station, with more crowds pouring up and down the steps."Here you are, love," man. "Two shillings.""Let me pay for this," said the man in the top hat.Lyra thought, why not? I can run faster than him, and I might need all my money later. The top-hatted man dropped a coin on the counter and smiled down at her. His daemon was a lemur. It clung to his lapel, staring round-eyed at Lyra.She bit into her sandwich and kept her eyes on the busy street. She had no idea where she was, because she had never seen a map of London

Paul Cezanne Three Bathers

2009-02-16T23:00:00.000-08:00

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praising that, and paying for it all, and more...
By the time they'd finished, Lyra was flushed and bright-eyed with tiredness. Mrs. Coulter ordered most of the clothes at him, and he knew what she meant and turned away, averting his eyes modestly from these feminine mysteries as the golden monkey was doing. He had never had to look away from Lyra before.
Then, after the bath, a warm drink with milk and herbs; and a new flannel nightdress with printed flowers and a seal' loped hem, and sheepskin slippers dyed soft blue; and then bed.
So soft, this bed! So gentle, the anbaric light on the bed' side table! And the bedroom packed up and delivered, and took one or two things with her when she and Lyra walked back to the flat.Then a bath, with thick scented foam. Mrs. Coulter came into the bathroom to wash Lyra's hair, and she didn't rub and scrape like Mrs. Lonsdale either. She was gentle. Pantalaimon watched with powerful curiosity until Mrs. Coulter looked

Fabian Perez Tango

2009-02-15T19:22:00.000-08:00

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Very good, my lord," said the Butler. "If I may suggest it, I should perhaps let Mr. Cawson know what you're planning, my lord, or else he'll be somewhat taken aback, if you see what I mean."
"Yes. Tell him, then."
Mr. Cawson was was agog: cases of specimens? A projecting lantern? What did he have to show the Scholars that was so urgent and important?
Then Lord Asriel stood up and turned away from the fire. She saw him fully, and marveled at the contrast he made with the plump Butler, the stooped and languid Scholars. Lord Asriel was a tall man with powerful shoulders, a fierce dark face, and eyes that the Steward. There was an old and well-established rivalry between him and the Butler. The Steward was the superior, but the Butler had more opportunities to ingratiate himself with the Scholars, and made full use of them. He would be delighted to have this chance of showing the Steward that he knew more about what was going on in the Retiring Room.He bowed and left. Lyra watched as her uncle poured a cup of, drained it at once, and poured another before sipping more slowly. She

Julius LeBlanc Stewart The Letter

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

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want us to obey and be humble and submit."
"And now ," he said, "and tell him that Stanislaus Grumman sent you, and that you have the one weapon he needs above all others. Like it or not, boy, you have a job to do. Ignore everything else, no matter how important it seems, and go and do this. Someone will appear to guide you; the night is full of angels. Your wound will heal now— Wait. Before you go, I want to look at you properly."those two powers are lining up for battle. And each of them wants that knife of yours more than anything else. You have to choose, boy. We've been guided here, both of us—you with the knife, and me to tell you about it.""No! You're wrong!" cried Will. "I wasn't looking for anything like that! That's not what I was looking for at all!""You might not think so, but that's what you've found," said the man in the darkness."But what must I do?"And then Stanislaus Grumman, Jopari, John Parry hesitated.He was painfully aware of the oath he'd sworn to Lee Scoresby, and he hesitated before he broke it; but break it he did."You must go to Lord Asriel

Juan Gris Violin and Guitar

2009-02-11T23:44:00.000-08:00

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savagery and turned to see.
"Kaisa!" cried Lyra joyfully, for it was Serafina Pekkala's daemon.
The snow goose called again, a piercing whoop that filled the sky, and then wheeled and turned an inch away from the boy init happen? Were they ghasts? Were they a new kind of Specter?
And whimpering and crying, they jumped off the roof, some of them falling clumsily and dragging themselves away limping and others rolling down the slope and dashing for safety, but a mob no longer—just a lot of frightened, shame-faced children. A minute after the snow goose had appeared the striped T-shirt. The boy fell back in fear and slid down and over the edge, and then others began to cry in alarm too, because there was something else in the sky. As Lyra saw the little black shapes sweeping out of the blue, she cheered and shouted with glee."Serafina Pekkala! Here! Help us! Here we are! In the temple—"And with a hiss and rush of air, a dozen arrows, and then another dozen swiftly after, and then another dozen—loosed so quickly that they were all in the air at once—shot at the temple roof above the gallery and landed with a thunder of hammer blows. Astonished and bewildered, the children on the roof felt all the aggression leave them in a moment, and horrible fear rushed in to take its place. What were these black-garbed women rushing at them in the air? How could

Claude Monet The Seine At Argenteuil

2009-02-11T00:44:00.000-08:00

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EMEMBER your first kiss? Experiments in mice suggest that patterns of chemical "caps" on our DNA may be responsible for preserving such memories.
To remember a particular event, a specific sequence of neurons must fire at just the right time. For this to happen, neurons by a process called DNA methylation - the addition of chemical caps called methyl groups onto our DNA.
Many genes are already coated with methyl groups. When a cell divides, this "cellular memory" is passed on and tells the new cell what type it is - a kidney cell, for example. Miller and Sweatt argue that in neurons, methyl groups also help to control the exact pattern of protein expression needed to maintain the synapses that make up memories.must be connected in a certain way by chemical junctions called synapses. But how they last over decades, given that proteins in the brain, including those that form synapses, are destroyed and replaced constantly, is a mystery.Now Courtney Miller and David Sweatt of the University of Alabama in Birmingham say that long-term memories may be preserved

James Jacques Joseph Tissot Too

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

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You got to tie something around his arm," Lyra said, "to stop the bleeding. It won't stop otherwise."
"Yes, yes, I know," said the old man, but sadly.
Will kept his eyes averted while they did up a bandage, and drank the plum brandy sip by sip. Presently he felt soothed and distant, said the old man. "You are the bearer now."
"I thought you said you was," said Lyra.
"My time is over," he said. "The knife knows when to leave one hand and settle in another, and I know how to tell. You don't believe me? Look!"
He held up his own left hand. The little finger and the finger though his hand was hurting abominably."Now," said Giacomo Paradisi, "here you are, take the knife, it is yours.""I don't want it," said Will. "I don't want anything to do with it.""You haven't got the choice,"

Leroy Neiman Elephant Stampede

2009-02-04T23:45:00.000-08:00

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Will had knocked down the stairs: he was the one who'd appeared at the door of the living room as Will ran down and jumped over the body.
But he wasn't aback, and then slowly moved away; and Will wrestled with the horror of what he'd done, and didn't move a muscle.
Gradually he grew calmer. He'd been defending his mother. They were frightening her; given the state she was in, they were persecuting her. He had a right to journalist.There was a large museum nearby. Will went in, holding his clipboard as if he were working, and sat down in a gallery hung with paintings. He was trembling hard and feeling sick, because pressing at him was the knowledge that he'd killed someone, that he was a murderer. He'd kept it at bay till now, but it was closing in. He'd taken away the sat still for half an hour, and it was one of the worst half-hours he'd ever spent. People came and went, looking at the paintings, talking in quiet voices, ignoring him; a gallery attendant stood in the doorway for a few minutes, hands behind his

Jack Vettriano Mad Dogs

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

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were coming apart and cramping his hot feet. He dropped his socks beside them and pushed his toes deep into the sand. A few seconds later he had thrown off the rest of his clothes and was walking into the sea.
The water was deliciously between cool and warm. He splashed out to the diving platform and pulled himself up to sit on its place he'd first come through.
Closer at hand were the light-bearing trees of the casino gardens, and the streets of the city, and the waterfront with its hotels and cafés and warm-lit shops, all silent, all empty.
And all safe. No one could follow him here; the men who'd searched the house would never know; the police would never find him. He had a whole world to weather-softened planking and look back at the city.To his right the harbor lay enclosed by its breakwater. Beyond it a mile or so away stood a red-and-white-striped lighthouse. And beyond the lighthouse, distant cliffs rose dimly, and beyond them, those great wide rolling hills he'd seen from the

Pierre Auguste Renoir La Moulin de la Galette

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

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Many people [have] terrible ideas about the odds. Our brains are just not wired to understand the difference between 500,000 to 1 and 50 million to 1."--Keith Whyte, executive director, National Council on Problem Gambling, president, North Carolina Family Policy Council
"We don't want to see anybody overspend their means. We have a 'play responsibly' campaign that says 'You only need one ticket to win.'"--Bobby Heith, spokesman, Texas Lottery
The Time Line
1560s"People who play regularly know whether they win regularly. If you buy a $5 ticket once a week and haven't won for three months, you're going to drop the habit."--Mark Cavanaugh, executive director, Massachusetts Lottery"Lotteries are being billed as a way to getsaving and investing. It creates compulsive gamblers."--Bill Brooks

Wassily Kandinsky Composition VIII

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

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without being affected. They could. And we have, haven't we? Apart from what we had to do to go into the world of the dead, we're still healthy, aren't we?"
"They can spend a little time, but not a long time," Will said. "My father had been away from his world, my world, for ten years. And he was nearly dying , wasn't he?"
"Yes, but Pantalaimon. "All of them."
"But how do you know?" demanded Lyra.
"An angel told us," said Kirjava. "We met an angel. She told us all about that, and other things as well. It's true, Lyra."
"She?" said Lyra passionately, suspicious.remember, he could go back to his own world whenever he liked and get healthy again. That's where you saw him first, after all, in your world. He must have found some secret window that no one else knew about.""Well, we could do that!""We could, except that...""All the windows must be closed," said

Johannes Vermeer The Guitar Player

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

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getting away unseen.
But they had to keep their heads low to see where they were treading and avoid twisting an ankle, or worse, and thunder exploded overhead as they ran, so they couldn't hear the screeching and snarling of the cliff-ghasts until they were upon them.Mrs. Coulter whispered to the shadow beside her:
"Look how he hides, Metatron! He creeps through the dark like a rat..."
They stood on a ledge high up in the great cavern, watching Lord Asriel and the snow leopard make their careful way down, a long way below.
"I could strike him now," the shadow whispered.
"Yes, of course you could," she whispered back, leaning close; "but I want to see his face, dear Metatron; I want him to know I've betrayed him. Come, let's follow and catch him..."
The creatures were surrounding something that lay glittering in the mud: something slightly taller than they were, which lay on its side, a large cage, perhaps, with walls of crystal. They were hammering at it with fists and rocks, shrieking and yelling.
And before Will and Lyra could stop and run the other way, they had stumbled right into the middle of the troop.

Maxfield Parrish daybreak

2009-01-18T22:07:00.000-08:00

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But her ghost was thrust aside by the ghost of a man who looked like a monk: thin and pale, with dark, zealous eyes even in his death. He crossed himself and murmured a prayer, and then he said:
"This is a bitter messageperil. My companions and I of the true faith will remain here in our blessed paradise, and spend eternity singing the praises of the Almighty, who has given us the judgment to tell the false from the true."
Once again he crossed himself, and then he and his companions turned away in horror and loathing.
Lyra felt bewildered. Was she wrong? Was she making some great mistake?, a sad and cruel joke. Can't you see the truth? This is not a child. This is an agent of the Evil One himself! The world we lived in was a vale of corruption and tears. Nothing there could satisfy us. But the Almighty has granted us this blessed place for all eternity, this paradise, which to the fallen soul seems bleak and barren, but which the eyes of faith see as it is, overflowing with milk and honey and resounding with the sweet hymns of the angels. This is Heaven, truly! What this evil girl promises is nothing but lies. She wants to lead you to Hell! Go with her at your

Jack Vettriano Elegy for The Dead Admiral i

2009-01-16T00:07:00.000-08:00

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hovering kestrel-shaped close above.
They were close to the first of the people now, and it was clear: they were all ghosts. Will and Lyra took a step toward each other, but . "Can't make anything better by fretting. We're dead, I expect."
"But where are we going?" the child said. "I don't want to be dead, Mama!"
"We're going to see Grandpa," the mother said desperately.
But the child wouldn't be consoled and wept bitterly. Others in the group looked at the mother there was nothing to fear, for the ghosts were far more afraid of them and were hanging back, unwilling to approach.Will called out, "Don't be afraid. We're not going to hurt you. Where are you going?" "They looked at the oldest man among them, as if he were their guide."We're going where all the others go," he said. "Seems as if I know, but I can't remember learning it. Seems as if it's along the road. We'll know it when we get there.""Mama," said a child, "why's it getting dark in the daytime?""Hush, dear, don't fret," the mother said

Jack Vettriano Gambling Boys

2009-01-16T00:05:00.000-08:00

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ghosts, he broke into a stumbling run, and they held out their hands to greet him.
"Even if they don't know where they're going, they're all going there together," Lyra said. "We better just go with them."
"D'you think they had daemons in this world?" said Will.
"Can't tell. If you saw they were alive in. I thought it'd be a lot different..."
"Will, it's fading," she said. "Look!"
She was clutching his arm. He stopped and looked around, and she was right. Not long before he had found the window in Oxford and stepped through into the other world of Cittagazzeone of em in your world, would you know he was a ghost?""It's hard to say. They don't look normal, exactly...There was a man I used to see in my town, and he used to walk about outside the shops always holding the same old plastic bag, and he never spoke to anyone or went inside. And no one ever looked at him. I used to pretend he was a ghost. They look a bit like him. Maybe my world's full of ghosts and I never knew.""I don't think mine is," said Lyra doubtfully."Anyway, this must be the world of the dead. These people have just been killed, those soldiers must've done it, and here they are, and it's just like the world

John William Waterhouse The Magic Circle

2009-01-15T00:22:00.000-08:00

John William Waterhouse The Magic CircleJohn William Waterhouse PandoraJohn William Waterhouse Lamia
to fall back weakly, and Pantalaimon was yawning, stretching, snapping at the other daemon, flopping clumsily to one side as his muscles failed to act.
As for Will, he Somewhere above the trees, the zeppelins were hovering, and men were sliding down ropes, but the wind made it difficult for the pilots to hold the aircraft steady. Meanwhile, the first gyropters had arrived above the cliff. There was only room for them to land one at a time, and then the African riflemen had to make their way down the rock face. It was one of them who was searching the cave floor with the utmost care for the pieces of the broken knife. No time to wonder how it had happened, or whether it could be mended; but he was the knife bearer, and he had to gather it up safely. As he found each piece, he lifted it carefully, every nerve in his body aware of his missing fingers, and slipped it into the sheath. He could see the pieces quite easily, because the metal caught the gleam from outside: seven of them, the smallest being the point itself. He picked them all up and then turned back to try and make sense of the fight outside.

John William Waterhouse Waterhouse Ophelia

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

John William Waterhouse Waterhouse OpheliaLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra BenciLeonardo da Vinci The Madonna of the Carnation
stepped through into the new world she found herself not at the foot of a towering cliff but almost at the top of a low outcrop overlooking a vast plain.
It was evening here, too, and she sat down to breathe the air and rest her limbs and taste the wonder without rushing., they would have overtopped the redwoods by half again, at least. Their foliage was dense and dark green, their vast trunks gold-red in the heavy evening light.
And finally, herds of creatures, too far off to see distinctly, grazed on the prairie. There was a strangeness about their movement that she couldn't quite work out.
She was desperately tired, and thirsty and hungry besides. Somewhere nearby, thoughWide golden light, and an endless prairie or savanna, like nothing she had ever seen in her own world. To begin with, although most of it was covered in short grass in an infinite variety of buff-brown-green-ocher-yellow-golden shades, and undulating very gently in a way that the long evening light showed up clearly, the prairie seemed to be laced through and through with what looked like rivers of rock with a light gray surface.And secondly, here and there on the plain were stands of the tallest trees Mary had ever seen. Attending a high-energy physics conference once in California, she had taken time out to look at the great redwood trees, and marveled; but whatever these trees were

Vincent van Gogh Le Moulin de la Galette

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

Vincent van Gogh Le Moulin de la GaletteVincent van Gogh Farmhouse in ProvenceVincent van Gogh Wheat Field with Cypresses
effective in work and in. The 7 Habits include being proactive, beginning with the end in mind, putting first things first, thinking win/win, seeking first to understand, synergizing, and sharpening the saw. His 8th habit boils down to “Find your voice and inspire others to find theirs.” 14. Tao Te Ching, by Lao Tzu. This fundamental Taoist of a Zen-like world view with those of logic and reason. While Pirsig might seen to represent logic and reason for some of the book, it later becomes apparent that he believes the two should be merged. He writes that despite the book’s title, “it should in no way be associated with that great body of factual information relating to orthodox Zen Buddhist practice. It’s not very factual on motorcycles, either.”16. The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari, by Robin Sharma. The book is a fable, and classic is an excellent read for something that’s 1,500 years old (or thereabouts). It’ll teach you the basics of Eastern philosophy and a thing or two about life itself. 15. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, Robert Pirsig. A modern classic, Pirsig travels the countryside with his son and friends, and explores the competing principles

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema A Sculptors Model

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

Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema A Sculptors ModelFranz Marc Turm der blauen PferdeFranz Marc Der Traum
This popular dance form blends various characteristics of Cuban dances like “Montuno” and “Danzon.” In fact, Rumba is danced with extra beats at times. In “Cha Cha,” you can find all these features. The name of this dance could have dance form of Latin America. Carimbo is mainly a folk dance form that has originated from Para in the Brazilian Amazon. This dance form is practiced by the people of the Marajo Island. It is also famous among the inhabitants of the capital of Belem. The vocal accompanied by string instruments and percussion. Dancers perform this dance in a circle. At times, the women dancers throw handkerchief on been derived from “Guaracha,” a Cuban dance or the Spanish “Cha Cha,” which means nursemaid. While performing this dance a typical sound of the feet can be heard because of some particular steps. This is the reason that many people also call it “Cha Cha Cha.” It is danced at nearly 120 beats a minute.CarimboThe word Carimbo owes its origin to Africa. Carimbo mainly refers to a large drum made of tree-trunk and deer skin. Carimbo also indicates a popular

Andy Warhol Portrait of Maurice

2009-01-08T00:57:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Portrait of MauriceAndy Warhol Pink SamAndy Warhol Pink Cow
Australia last month, finds a link between clinical Depression and an online sex life. 1,325 men from the US and Australia were surveyed about their Internet sex habits, which might include trolling for porn, participating in online chats, or doing things with webcams. They were also asked questions designed to elucidate the respondents' state of and the amount of time spent engaged in online sexual activity.
However, before you toss that bottle of Xanax, remember that correlation does not always imply causation. Is the reliance on online sex responsible for the and anxiety, a symptom of those feelings, or a relief mechanism? It's certainly possible that underlying psychological issues in the users' lives are driving them to reliance on online sex. mental health with regards to Depression.A significant percentage (27 percent) of those surveyed displayed moderate to severe depression, with similar numbers suffering from anxiety (30 percent) and stress (35 percent). Marcus Squirrell, a PhD student at Swinburne University of Technology in Melbourne, Australia, and the author of the study, found a correlation between the severity of Depression

Jack Vettriano long time Gone

2009-01-06T00:23:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano long time GoneJack Vettriano Lazy Hazy DaysJack Vettriano Just Another Day
went on one a your little trips—price tag still on it after five years—and I tied a note on the end of the line. It said, hello Ennis, bring , Alma. And then you come back and said you’d caught a bunch a browns and ate them up. Remember? I looked in the case when I got a chance and there was my note still tied there and that line hadn’t touched got drunk, had a short dirty fight and left. He didn’t try to see his girls for a long time, figuring they would look him up when they got the sense and years to move out from Alma.
They were no longer young men with all of it before them. Jack had filled out through the shoulders and though the word “water” had called out its domestic cousin she twisted the faucet, sluiced the plates. “That don’t mean nothin.”“Don’t lie, don’t try to fool me, Ennis. I know what it means. Jack Twist? Jack Nasty. You and him—“ She’d overstepped his line. He seized her wrist; tears sprang and rolled, a dish clattered.“Shut up,” he said. nothin about it.”“I’m goin a yell for Bill.”“You f*ckin go right ahead. Go on and f*ckin yell. I’ll make him eat the f*ckin floor and you too.” He gave another wrench that left her with a burning bracelet, shoved his hat on backwards and slammed out. He went to the Black and Blue Eagle bar that night,

Jack Vettriano The Model and the Drifter

2009-01-03T01:51:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The Model and the DrifterJack Vettriano The Missing ManJack Vettriano The Missing Man I
There was a general stampede. The walls of the cottage lost their splendour. All ran hither and thither, to return to their proper shape: Fire could not find his chimney; Water ran about looking for her tap; Sugar stood moaning in front of his torn wrapper; and Bread, the biggest of the loaves, was unable to squeeze into his pan, in which the other loaves had jumped higgledy-piggledy, taking up all the room. As for the Dog: he had grown too large for the the Dog, who was delighted at remaining human as long as possible and who had already taken his stand next to Light, so as to be sure of going in front of his little master and mistress.
At that moment, there came a knocking even more dreadful than before. hole in his kennel; and the Cat also could not get into her basket. The Hours alone, who were accustomed always to run faster than Man wished, had slipped back into the clock without delay. Light stood motionless and unruffled, vainly setting an example of calmness to the others, who were all weeping and wailing around the Fairy: "What is going to happen?' they asked. "Is there any danger?" "Well," said the Fairy, "I am bound to tell you the truth: all those who accompany the two Children will die at the end of the journey." They began to cry like anything, all except

Jack Vettriano Summertime Blues

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

Jack Vettriano Summertime BluesJack Vettriano Suddenly One SummerJack Vettriano Study for Bluebird at Bonneville
That is but the first half of the story Earthman," said the old man. "If you would care to discover what happened seven and a half millions later, on the great day of the Answer, allow me to invite you to my study where you can experience the events yourself on our Sens-O-Tape records. That is unless you would care to Slartibartfast's study was a total mess, like the results of an explosion in a public library. The old man frowned as they stepped in. "Terribly unfortunate," he said, "a diode blew in one of the When we tried to revive our cleaning staff we discovered they'd been dead for nearly thirty thousand years. Who's going to clear away the bodies, that's what I want to know. Look why don't you sit yourself down over there and let me plug you in?"take a quick stroll on the surface of New Earth. It's only half completed I'm afraid - we haven't even finished burying the artificial dinosaur skeletons in the crust yet, then we have the Tertiary and Quarternary Periods of the Cenozoic Era to lay down, and ..." "No thank you," said Arthur, "it wouldn't be quite the same." "No," said Slartibartfast, "it won't be," and he turned the aircar round and headed back towards the mind-numbing wall.

Renoir The Canoeists' Luncheon

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

Renoir The Canoeists' LuncheonRenoir The Boating Party Lunch IRenoir Terrace at CagnesRenoir Study Torso, Sunlight Effect
loud clatter of through the Heart of Gold cabin as Zaphod searched the sub-etha radio wavebands for news of himself. The machine was rather difficult to operate. For years radios had been operated by means of pressing buttons and turning dials; then as the technology became more sophisticated the controls were made touch-sensitive - you merely had to brush the panels with your fingers; now all you had to do was wave your hand in the general direction of the components and hope. It saved a lot of muscular expenditure of course, but meant that you had to sit heavily edited to fit the rhythms of the brought to you here on the sub-etha wave band, broadcasting around the galaxy around the clock," squawked a voice, "and we'll be everywhere ... and to everyone else out there, the secret is to bang the rocks together, guys. And of course, the big news story tonight is the sensational theft of the new Improbability Drive prototype ship by none other than Galactic President Zaphod Beeblebrox. And the question everyone's asking is ... has the big Z finally flipped? Beeblebrox, the man who invented the Pan Galactic Gargle Blainfuriatingly still if you wanted to keep listening to the same programme. Zaphod waved a hand and the channel switched again. More gunk music, but this time it was a background to a news announcement. The news was always ster, ex-confidence trickster, once described by Eccentrica Gallumbits as the Best Bang

Heade The Stranded Boat

2008-12-28T23:56:00.001-08:00

Heade The Stranded BoatHeade Approaching ThunderstormL'hermitte La Moisson au Ru ChaillyHeade Hummingbird and Passionflowers
story.
It’s a matter of finding the compelling reasons why something is important to us - enough of a nudge to drive us to lasting change.
2. Focus on Pain
The more I focused on the uncomfortable factors associated with exercise, the less motivated I became, and the more excuses I made to skip workouts - before I stopped completely.
Here are my favorite excuses to justify not exercising:
* It’s hard! I can’t breathe. * My leg hurts * It’s cold outside * It’s raining (I do live in Seattle, after all) * It’s late, if I go jogging, I won’t have enough time to do X.
3. Lacked Motives to Action
should and not a must. “I should go jogging”, I would say , when it’s better to say, “I must go jogging, in order to gain the energy I need”. When something is a should, it is wishful thinking, and we don’t get it done. When something is a must, it becomes a priority that deserves our attention. Because the target was a should, I never gave it the focused attention necessary Although I kept telling myself that I should go jogging, I wasn’t fully clear on why I wanted it. I wasn’t overweight, and didn’t have an explicit incentive to get active. I didn’t have the motives to justify the necessary action Did you know that we will do more to avoid pain than we will to gain pleasure? In this case, the affects of not doing it, was not painful enough to drive me to get it done. In my mind, the pain of doing was greater than the pain of not doing.4. Language, Focus & Priority

Turner The Chain Pier, Brighton

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

Turner The Chain Pier, BrightonTurner Rome The ColosseumTurner Petworth Park Tillington Church in the DistanceTurner Rome from Mount Aventine
about three years, ever since he had moved out of London because it made him nervous and irritable. He was about thirty as well, dark haired and never- quite at ease with himself. The thing that used to worry him most was the fact that people always used to ask him what he was looking so worried about. He worked in local radio which he always used to tell his friends on the brush - so. Scrub. Shaving mirror - pointing at the ceiling. He adjusted it. For a moment it reflected a second bulldozer through the bathroom window. Properly adjusted, it reflected Arthur Dent's bristles. He shaved them off, Yawn. The word bulldozer wandered through his mind for a moment in search of something to connect with. The bulldozer outside the kitchen window was quite a big one. He stared at it.was a lot more interesting than they probably thought. It was, too - most of his friends It hadn't properly registered with Arthur that the council wanted to knock down his house and build an bypass instead. At eight o'clock on Thursday morning Arthur didn't feel very good. He woke up blearily, got up, wandered blearily round his room, opened a window, saw a bulldozer, found his slippers, and stomped off to the bathroom to wash. Toothpaste

Gockel Nude On Beach

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

Gockel Nude On BeachGockel Natural Beauty Tulips IIGockel Natural Beauty Tulips IGockel Multi-Hued Bottles IV
birds in the highest branches, sheltering from the rain, were not once frightened into community had been built in a forest of oak and ficus and evergreen, of metrosideros and podocarpus and California pepper. More accurately, a forest had been , measured less than half a mile. In windless conditions like these, running on batteries, the airship could make a top speed of fifteen miles per hour. To disturb the fog as little as possible and thus shroud themselves in its welcome veils, they were making just ten miles per hour, which would get them from door to door in approximately three minutes.imported to dress these hills, glens, and canyons, which long ago had been only semiarid pastures of wild grass and bleak ravines cluttered with scrub.To pass all but invisibly above unsuspecting Bel Air, they were required to stay at the lowest prudent altitude. In these hills, most streets were serpentine and quite narrow, flanked and often overhung by huge trees, providing motorists with tightly circumscribed views of the sky. As long as the blimp seldom crossed above streets and thereby took full advantage of the forests that would screen it from all eyes except those directly below, it might slip all the way to Palazzo Rospo and back again without being noticed, for few if any residents would be afoot on their properties—and in a position to look up—in this weather.A direct route as the blimp flies, from the ruined chateau on the knoll to Palazzo Rospo, downslope

Vincent van Gogh Cornfield with Cypresses painting

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

Vincent van Gogh Cornfield with Cypresses paintingGeorge Frederick Watts Orpheus and Eurydice paintingCarl Fredrik Aagard The Deer Park painting
the Expedition, Hazard said, “I should have punched the son of a bitch on general principles.”[433] “You’re getting cranky in midsaid.“What was that accent?”“Adam Sandier playing James Bond.”“Yeah. With a twist of Schwarzenegger.” the bell at the Fitzmartin place. Maybe he was Christmas shopping. Maybe he was too busy to come to the door because he was wrapping a hate gift in a black box for Channing Manheim.The neighbor told a different story: Fitzmartin had been rushed to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center on Monday morning. He wasn’t sure why.When Hazard called Cedars-Sinai, he found that patient privacy was more important to the hospital than were police relations.Under a sky as bruised as the battered body of a boxer, Ethan drove back toward the From Spetz-Mogg’s house in Westwood, they wasted far too much time tracking down Dr. Gerald Fitzmartin, who had organized the conference attended by Reynerd.According to the university at which he taught, Fitzmartin , not traveling. When Hazard called, all he got was an answering machine.Fitzmartin lived in Pacific Palisades. They traveled surface streets, which seemed less well suited for SUVs than for gondolas.No one answered

Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June painting

2008-12-16T22:28:00.001-08:00

Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June painting
Doesn’t sound good,” Fric agreed, and uneasily surveyed the library.In the labyrinth of shelves, monsters both human and not abided said, “You open a door to them, and then, with one wrong word, you might unintentionally ... invite them in.”“In here, to Palazzo Rospo?”“You might invite one of them into you, Aelfric. When invited, they can travel by
Unknown Artist Jim Dine Hearts paintingAlbert Bierstadt Sierra Nevada painting
between the covers of so many books. Perhaps one beast prowled not in those paper worlds but in this one, breathing not ink fumes but air, waiting for a small boy to find it along one turning or another of those quiet aisles.“The dark eternity. The bottomless abyss, the darkness visible, and all that dwells there,” the guardian elaborated. “You were lucky, son. It didn’t talk to you.”“It?”“What you called ‘the pervert.’ If they talk to you, they can wheedle, persuade, charm, sometimes even command.”Fric glanced at the tree again. The angels seemed to be watching him, every one.“When you press star sixty-nine,” the guardian said, “you open a door to them.”“Who?”“Do we need to speak their sulfurous name? We both know who I mean, do we not?”Being a boy with a taste for fantasy in his reading, in which he could watch everything from kid flicks to R-rated monster fests, with an imagination stropped sharp by solitude, Fric was pretty sure he knew who was meant.The caller

John Singer Sargent Girl Fishing painting

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

John Singer Sargent Girl Fishing paintingJohn Singer Sargent Dorothy Barnard paintingJohn Singer Sargent Atlantic Storm painting
When at work, the housekeepers kept the vacuum cleaner away from these gossamer architectures, which had been made not by sleep longer; however, in the interest of keeping these calculations simple, an arbitrary number must be selected. Eight.Also assume that a grown man could stay seriously drunk by consuming one bottle of wine every three hours. To establish a state of inebriation, the first bottle might have to be slugged down in an hour or two, but after that, one every three hours.This was actually not an assumption but hard knowledge. Fric had on numerous occasions been in a position to observe actors, writers, rock stars, directors, and other famous drunks with a taste for fine wine, and while some could pour it down faster than one bottle every three hours, those aggressive drinkers always passed out.spiders but by a specialist in set decoration from Ghost Dad’s favorite film studio. Nevertheless, the webs deteriorated. Twice a year, Mr. Knute, the set decorator, swabbed them off the bricks and then rebuilt them as good as new.The wine itself was real.Turn by turn through the labyrinth, Fric calculated how long his father could stay blind drunk on wine before exhausting the contents of this cellar.Certain assumptions had to be made, the first being that Ghost Dad would sleep eight hours a night. Perpetually soused, he might

Henri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic Forest painting

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

Henri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic Forest paintingHenri Rousseau war paintingHenri Rousseau Two Monkeys in the Jungle paintingHenri Rousseau The Waterfall painting
signal. Prearranged.In the street, not at the curb, stood a dark Mercedes-Benz, headlights on, engine running, exhaust pluming from the tailpipe. The front passenger door stood open to welcome the shooter. This was a getaway bucket with style, maybe a G-ride, a gangster ride, stolen out of a driveway in Beverly Hills, and behind the wheel sat the shooter’s ace , Hazard finally shouted “Police! Drop it!” just like in the movies, but of course the shooter had already earned without possibility of parole, maybe even the death penalty, by chilling Reynerd, and he had nothing to lose. He would be no more likely to drop his weapon than he would be likely to drop his pants and bend over.The piece looked big, not a trey-eight or a .357, but a four-five. Loaded with wicked ammo, a four-five would reliably bust bone and tenderize meat for the undertaker, but it required kool, his to shave the tires bald in a pedal-jammed escape.The one long bleat followed by two short must have signaled the rabbit that he had a wolf on his ass, because he made a sudden break [153] to the left, off the sidewalk. He torqued himself around so hard that he should have stumbled, should have fallen, but didn’t, and instead brought up the piece with which he’d popped Reynerd.Having lost the advantage of surprise

Diane Romanello Windsong painting

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

Diane Romanello Windsong paintingDiego Rivera The Flower Seller paintingGustav Klimt The Music paintingGustav Klimt The Friends painting
Gumshoe duty in Robbery/Homicide might be more dangerous than a a greengrocerin convenience stores. If you wanted the thrill of being shot at on a regular basis, the Gang Activities Section, the Narcotics Division, and certainly the Strategic Weapons and Tactics teams were better bets than cleaning up after murderers.Even just staying in uniform promised more violence than hitting the streetsto the rule. People shot at him with regularity.He professed surprise not at the frequency with which bullets were directed at him, but at the fact that the shooters were people who didn’t know him personally. “Being a friend of mine,” he once said, “you’d think it would be the other way around, wouldn’t you?”Hazard’s uncanny attraction for high-velocity projectiles wasn’t a consequence of either recklessness or poor investigative technique. He was a careful, first-rate detective.In Ethan’s experience, the universe didn’t always operate like the clockwork mechanism of cause and effect that the scientists so confidently described. Anomalies abounded. Deviations from the common rule, strange conditions, incongruities.You could make yourself a little crazy, even according to some this-because-that system of logic. Occasionally you had to accept the inexplicable.Hazard didn’t choose his cases. Like other detectives, he fielded what fate threw at him. For reasons known only to the secret master of the universe, he caught more investigations involving perps

Carl Fredrik Aagard Villa at Lake Como painting

2008-12-08T00:41:00.000-08:00

Carl Fredrik Aagard Villa at Lake Como paintingCarl Fredrik Aagard Lodge on Lake Como paintingCarl Fredrik Aagard Amalfi dia Cappuccini paintingSalvador Dali The Surrealist Shoe painting
leagues, I guess, south of the Southfarthing away in your Shire, hundreds of long miles yonder. You are looking now south-west across the north plains of the Riddermark, Rohan the land of the Horse-lords. Ere long we shall come to the mouth of the Limlight that runs down from Fangorn to join the Great River. That is the north boundary of Rohan; and of old all that lay between Limlight and the White Mountains belonged to the Rohirrim. It is a rich and pleasant land, and its grass has no rival; but in these evil days folk do not dwell by the River or ride often to its shores. Anduin is wide, yet the orcs What do you make of it, Mr. Frodo? ''I should make nothing of it but a log and the dusk and sleep in your eyes Sam, said Frodo, if this was the first time that those eyes had been seen. But it isn't. I saw them away back north before we reached Lórien. And I saw a strange creature with eyes climbing to the flet that night. Haldir saw it too. And do you remember the report of the Elves that went Frodo sat up, huddled in his blankets, and fought off his sleep. Minutes or hours passed slowly, and nothing happened. Frodo was just yielding to the temptation to lie down again when a dark shape, hardly

Rembrandt Rembrandt night watch painting

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

Rembrandt Rembrandt night watch painting
beyond the Great Sea, none have reported it.'As they spoke thus, the Company filed slowly along the paths in the wood, led by Haldir, while the other Elf walked behind. They felt the ground beneath their feet smooth and soft, and after a while they walked more freely, without fear of hurt or fall. Being deprived of sight, Frodo found his hearing and other senses sharpened. He could smell the trees and the trodden grass. He could hear many different notes in the rustle of the leaves overhead, the river murmuring away on his right, and the thin clear voices
Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June painting
believe that the world about us will ever again be as it was of old, or the light of the Sun as it was aforetime. For the Elves, I fear, it will prove at best a truce, in which they may pass to the Sea unhindered and leave the Middle-earth for ever. Alas for Lothlórien that I love! It would be a poor in a land where no mallorn grew. But if there are mallorn-trees of birds in the sky. He felt the sun upon his face and hands when they passed through an open glade.As soon as he set foot upon the far bank of Silverlode a strange feeling had come upon him, and it deepened as he walked on into the Naith: it seemed to him that he had stepped over a bridge of time into a corner of the Elder Days, and was -now walking in a world that was no more. In Rivendell there was memory of ancient things; in Lórien the ancient things still lived on in the waking world

Thomas Kinkade Mountain Memories painting

2008-12-03T23:34:00.000-08:00

Thomas Kinkade Mountain Memories paintingThomas Kinkade Footprints in the sand painting
as we go on. But we must go on; and it is no good our delaying the passage of the mountains. Further south there are no passes, till one comes to the Gap of Rohan. I do not trust that way since your news of Saruman. Who knows which side now the marshals of the Horse-lords serve?''Who knows indeed!' said Gandalf. `But 'We must decide before we go further,' answered Gandalf.'Then let us weigh the matter in our minds, while the others rest and sleep,' said Aragorn.there is another way, and not by the pass of Caradhras: the dark and secret way that we have spoken of.''But let us not speak of it again! Not yet. Say nothing to the others I beg, not until it is plain that there is no other way.'
Thomas Kinkade Christmas Cottage paintingThomas Kinkade A Peaceful Retreat painting
was a black look in the sky, and the sun was wan. The wind had gone now round to the north-east. Gandalf snuffed the air and looked back.`Winter deepens behind us,' he said quietly to Aragorn. 'The heights away north are whiter than they were; snow is lying far down their shoulders. Tonight we shall be on our way high up towards the Redhorn Gate. We may well be seen by watchers on that narrow path, and waylaid by some evil; but the weather may prove a more deadly enemy than any. What do you think of your course now, Aragorn?'Frodo overheard these words, and understood that Gandalf and Aragorn were continuing some debate that had begun long before. He listened anxiously.'I think no good of our course from beginning to end, as you know well, Gandalf,' answered Aragorn. `And perils known and unknown will grow

Godward A Melody

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

Godward A MelodyGodward A Lily PondGodward A Grecian LovelyGodward A Grecian Girl
mantles were long grey robes; upon their grey hairs were helms of silver; in their haggard hands were swords of steel. Their eyes fell on him and pierced him, as they rushed towards him. Desperate, he drew his own sword, and it seemed to him that it flickered red, as if it was a firebrand. Two of the figures halted. The third was taller than the others: his hair was long and gleaming and on his helm was a crown. In one hand he held a long sword, and in the other a knife; both the knife and the hand that held it glowed with a pale light. He sprang forward and bore down on Frodo.At that moment Frodo threw himself forward on the ground, and he heard himself crying aloud: O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! At the same time he struck at the feet of his enemy. A shrill cry rang out in the night; and he felt a pain like a dart of poisoned ice pierce his left shoulder. Even as he swooned he caught, as through a swirling mist, a glimpse of Strider leaping out of the darkness with a flaming brand of wood in either hand. With a last effort Frodo, dropping his sword, slipped the Ring from his finger and closed his right hand tight upon it.

Neiman The 21 Club

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

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surprised and awkward, like folk that, knocking at a cottage door to beg for a drink of water, have been answered by a fair young elf-queen clad in living flowers. But before they could say anything, she sprang tonight you are under the roof of Tom Bombadil.’The hobbits looked at her in wonder; and she looked at each of them and smiled. ‘Fair lady Goldberry!’ said Frodo at last, feeling his heart moved with a joy that he did not understand. He stood as he had at times stood enchanted by fair elven-voices; but the spell that was now laid upon him was different: less keen and lofty was the delight, but deeper and nearer to mortal heart; marvellous and yet not strange. ‘Fair lady Goldberry!’ he said again. ‘Now the joy that was hidden in the songs we heard is made plain to me.O slender as a willow-wand! O clearer than clear water!O reed by the living pool! Fair River-daughter!O spring-time and summer-time, and spring again after!O wind on the lightly up and over the lily-bowls, and ran laughing towards them; and as she ran her gown rustled softly like the wind in the flowering borders of a river.‘Come dear folk!’ she said, taking Frodo by the hand. ‘Laugh and be merry! I am Goldberry, daughter of the River.’ Then lightly she passed them and closing the door she turned her back to it, with her white arms spread out across it. ‘Let us shut out the night!’ she said. ‘For you are still afraid, perhaps, of mist and tree-shadows and deep water, and untame things. Fear nothing! For waterfall, and the leaves’ laughter!’Suddenly he stopped and stammered, overcome with surprise to hear

Godward A Grecian Girl

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

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weighed on his heart. He wondered how he would break it to them.The four younger hobbits were, however, in high spirits, and the party soon became very cheerful in spite of Gandalf’s absence. The dining-room was bare except for a table and chairs, but the food was good, and there was good wine: Frodo’s wine had not been included in the sale to the Sackville-Bagginses.‘Whatever happens to the rest of my stuff, when the S.-B.s get their !’ said Frodo, as he drained his glass. It was the last drop of Old Winyards.When they had sung many songs, and talked of many things they had done together, they Frodo’s together according to Frodo’s custom. Then they went out for a sniff of air, and glimpse of the stars, and then they went to bed. Frodo’s party was over, and Gandalf had not come.The next morning they were busy packing another cart with the remainder of the luggage. Merry took charge of this, and drove off with Fatty (that is Fredegar Bolger). ‘Someone must get there and warm the house before you arrive,’ said Merry. ‘Well, see you later - the day after tomorrow, if you don’t go to sleep on the way!after lunch, but Pippin remained behind. Frodo was restless and anxious, listening in vain for a sound of Gandalf. He decided to wait until nightfall. After that, if Gandalf wanted him urgently, he would go to Crickhollow, and might even get there first. For Frodo was going on foot.

Aagard Amalfi dia Cappuccini 1

2008-11-28T22:05:00.000-08:00

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Down from the door where it began.Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can,Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger wayWhere many paths and errands meet. And whither then? I cannot say.He paused, silent for a moment. Then without another word he turned away from the lights and voices in has gone at last.’' I wish - I mean, I hoped until this evening that it was only a joke,’ said Frodo. ‘But I knew in my heart that he really meant to go. He always used to joke about serious things. I wish I had come back sooner, just to see him off.’I think really he preferred slipping off quietly in the end,’ said Gandalf. ‘Don’t be too troubled. He’ll be all right - now. He left a packet for you. There it is!’the fields and tents, and followed by his three companions went round into , and trotted down the long sloping path. He jumped over a low place in the hedge at the bottom, and took to the meadows, passing into the night like a rustle of wind in the grass.Gandalf remained for a while staring after him into the darkness. ‘Goodbye, my dear Bilbo - until our next meeting!’ he said softly and went back indoors.Frodo came in soon afterwards, and found him sitting in the dark, deep in thought. ‘Has he gone?’ he asked.‘Yes,’ answered Gandalf, ‘he

Shotwells SERENITY CASCADE

2008-11-27T22:07:00.000-08:00

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not boast of it, and not to kill with it. I was permitted to tame and use it, because I took it, not for gain, but to save others from it.

　　　"But the Cloak, I took out of vain curiousity, and so it could never have worked for me as it works for you, its true owners. The stone I would have used in an attempt to drag back those who are at peace, rather than enable my self-sacrafice, as you did. You are the worthy possessor of the Hallows."
wanted you to possess them safely. You are the true master of death, because the true master does not seek to run away from Death. He accepts that he must die, and understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world than dying." "And Voldemort never knew about the Hallows?"
　　　Dumbledore patted Harry's hand, and Harry looked up at the old man and smiled; he could not help himself. How coul dhe remain angry with Dumbledore now?

"Why did you have to make it so difficult?"

Dumbledore's smile was tremulous.

　　　"I am afraid I counted on Miss Granger to slow you up, Harry. I was afraid that your hot head might dominate your good heart. I was scared that, if presented outright with the facts about those tempting objects, you might seize the Hallows as I did, at the wrong time, for the wrong reasons. If you laid hands on them, I

Rothko Yellow and Gold

2008-11-27T00:47:00.000-08:00

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Her boy survives," said Dumbledore.

With a tiny jerk of the head, Snape seemed to flick off an irksome fly.

　　　"Her son lives. He has her eyes, precisely her eyes. You remember the shape and color of Lily Evans's eyes, I am sure?"

"DON'T!" bellowed Snape. "Gone…dead…"

"Is this remorse, Severus?"

"I wish…I wish I were dead…"
　　　"You know how and why she died. Make sure it was not in vain. Help me protect Lily's son." "He does not need protection. The Dark Lord has gone – " 　　　"The Dark Lord will return, and Harry Potter will be in terrible danger when he does."
　　　"And what use would that be to anyone?" said Dumbledore coldly. "If you loved Lily Evans, if you truly loved her, then your way forward is clear."

　　　Snape seemed to peer through a haze of pain, and Dumbledore's words appeared to take a long time to reach him.

"What – what do you mean?"

Gerome Socrates seeking Alcibiades in the house of Aspasia

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

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he pointed his wand through the smashed window and started muttering incantations of great complexity. Harry heard a weird rushing noise, as though Flitwick had unleashed the power of the wind into the grounds.
--Protego Horribillis---the diadem of Ravenclaw?" squeaked Flitwick. "A little extra wisdom never goes amiss, Potter, but I hardly think it would be much use in this situation!" "I only meant --- do you know where it is? Have you ever seen it?" "Seen it" Nobody has seen it in living memory! Long since lost, boy." 　　　Harry felt a mixture of desperate disappointment and panic. What, then, was the Horcrux?
　　　"Professor," Harry said, approaching the little Charms master. "Professor, I'm sorry to interrupt, but this is important. Have you got any idea where the diadem of Ravenclaw is?"

　　　"-

Janmot Le Poeme de l'ame - Souvenirs du ciel

2008-11-24T21:13:00.000-08:00

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It's quite straightforward, really," said Neville modestly. "I'd been in here about a day and a half, and getting really hungry, and wishing I could get something to eat, and that's when the passage to Hog's Head opened up. I went through it and met Aberforth. He's been providing us with food, because for some reason, that's the one thing the room doesn't really do.
　　　"So we've been hiding out here for nearly two weeks," said Seamus, "and it just makes more hammocks every time we need room, and it even sprouted a pretty good bathroom once girls started turning up – " 　　　"—and thought they'd quite like to wash, yes," supplied Lavender Brown, whom Harry had not noticed until that point. Now that he looked
　　　"Yeah, well, food's one of the five exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration," said Ron to general astonishment.

Renoir Still Life with Peaches

2008-11-23T20:02:00.000-08:00

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from his shoulders: neither Travers nor Bogrod showed the slightest surprise at the sudden appearance of Harry Potter in their midst. "They're Imperiused," he added, in response to Hermione and Ron's confused queries about Travers and Bogrod, who were both now standing there looking blank. "I don't think I did it strongly enough, I don't know …"
　　　"If we can," said Hermione, looking back toward the door into the main hall, beyond which who knew what was happening.
　　　And another memory darted through his mind, of the real Bellatrix Lestrange shrieking at him when he had first tried to use an Unforgivable Curse: "You need to mean them, Potter!"

"What do we do?" asked Ron. "Shall we get out now, while we can?"

Morisot A Woman at her Toilette

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

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blanket could have belonged to a skeleton. Harry sat down on the empty bed, beside Ron and Hermione. The rising dug grave.

"Mr. Ollivander, I'm sorry to disturb you," Harry said.

　　　"My dear boy," Ollivander's voice was feeble. "You rescued us, I thought we would die in that place, I can never thank you . . . never thank you . . . enough."

"We were glad to do it."

　　　Harry's scar throbbed. He knew, he was certain, that there was hardly any time left in which to beat attempt to thwart him. He felt a flutter of panic . . . yet he had made his decision when he chose to speak to Griphook first. Feigning a calm he did not feel, he groped in the pouch around his neck and took out the two halves of his broken wand.

"Mr. Ollivander, I need some help."

Boulanger A Tale of 1001 Nights

2008-11-20T23:31:00.000-08:00

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Death's got an Invisibility Cloak?" Harry interrupted again.

　　　"So he can sneak up on people," said Ron. "Sometimes he gets bored of running at them, flapping his arms and shrieking . . . sorry, Hermione."
that followed. Leaving his enemy dead upon the floor the oldest brother proceeded to an inn, where he boasted loudly of the powerful wand he had snatched from Death himself, and of how it made him invincible. 　　　"'That very night, another wizard crept upon the oldest
　　　"'Then Death stood aside and allowed the three brothers to continue on their way, and they did so talking with wonder of the adventure they had had and admiring Death's gifts.

"'In due course the brothers separated, each for his own destination.

　　　"'The first brother traveled on for a week more, and reaching a distant village, sought out a fellow wizard with whom he had a quarrel. Naturally, with the Elder Wand as his weapon, he could not fail to win the duel

Gockel Spring Bouquet II

2008-11-19T22:24:00.001-08:00

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possess it. Now was not the time for long discussions; now was the moment to destroy once and for all. Harry looked around, holding Hermione's wand high, and saw the place: a flattish rock lying in the shadow of a sycamore tree.
Because you got the sword out of the pool. I think it's supposed to be you." 　　　He was not being kind or generous. As certainly as he had known that the doe was benign, he knew that Ron had to be the one to wield the sword. Dumbledore had at least taught Harry something about certain kinds of magic, of the incalculable power of certain acts.
　　　"Come here." he said and he led the way, brushed snow from the rock's surface, and held out his hand for the Horcrux. When Ron offered the sword, however, Harry shook his head.

"No you should do it."

"Me?" said Ron, looking shocked. "Why?"

"

Kimble Colonial Flag

2008-11-18T21:47:00.001-08:00

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Well, as the village is named after him I'd have thought you might have made the connection," said Hermione. She sounded much more like her old self than she had done of late; Harry half expected her to announce that she was off to the library. "There's a bit about the village in A History of Magic, wait . . ."
and hamlets attracted several magical families, who banded together for mutual support and protection. The villages of Tinworsh in Cornwall, Upper Flagley
　　　She opened the beaded bag and rummaged for a while, finally extracting her copy of their old school textbook, A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot, which she thumbed through until finding the page she wanted.

　　　"'Upon the signature of the International Statute of Secrecy in 1689, wizards went into hiding for good. It was natural, perhaps, that they formed their own small communities within a community. Many small villages