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Jack Vettriano Right Time, Right Place

2009-05-12T23:23:00.000-07:00

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Well, he'd heard the Tooth Fairy girls were in the city these days. It'd be one of the night people. They probably had a day off, just like everyone else.
A movement on the 'Take it off, Dean,' said Ridcully. 'You'll feel a lot better.'
'Smells more like Mrs Palm's House of Negotiable Affection to me,' said the Senior Wrangler.
They looked at him in surprise.
'I just happened to walk past once,' he said quickly.
'Runes, please take the Dean's hat off for him, will you?' said Ridcully.
‘I assure you–’
The hat came off. Something long and greasy and very nearly the same pointy shape flopped table made him look down. The Death of Rats scrittered past, carrying a bowl of peanuts.He turned back to the wizards. The Dean was still wearing his pointy hat. There was also something slightly shiny about his face.'You look hot, Dean,' said Ridcully.'Oh, I'm lovely and cool, Archchancellor, I assure you,' said the Dean. Something runny oozed past his nose.The Lecturer in Recent Runes sniffed suspiciously.'Is someone cooking bacon?' he said.

Piet Mondrian Gray Tree

2009-05-11T23:43:00.000-07:00

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face of the little man on the other side of the door went blank.
'Ah,' he said, 'you've got me there. Hang on a moment.' The hatch shut. There was a whispered discussion on the other side of the door. The hatch opened.
'Yes, it 'Right,' said the corporal, with relief. 'What's your name, soldier?'
ER . . .
'You don't have to say, actually. That's what the . . . the...'
KLATCHIAN FOREIGN LEGION?appears we are the . . . the . . . what was that again? Right, got it . . . the Klatchian Foreign Legion. Yes. What was it you were wanting?'I WISH TO JOIN.'Join? Join what?'THE KLATCHIAN FOREIGN LEGION.'Where's that?'There was some more whispering.'Oh. Right. Sorry. Yes. That's us.'The doors swung open. The visitor strode in. A legionary with corporal's stripes on his arm walked up to him.'You'll have to report to . . .' his eyes glazed a little, . . . you know . . . big man, three stripes . . . on the tip of my tongue a moment ago . . .'SERGEANT?

Diane Romanello Autumn Road

2009-05-07T00:46:00.000-07:00

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'Granted. Tell him not to do it again.'
'Yes, sir. Well, I think that's about it. Except for a new kettle.'
The Patrician's hand moved in front of his lips. He was trying not to smile. ,
'Dear me. need an alchemist and possibly a ghoul provided they promise not to take anything home and eat it; a special unit using dogs, which could be very useful, and Lance-Constable Angua can deal with that since she can, um, be her own handler a lot of the time; a request here from Corporal Nobbs that Watchmen be allowed all the weapons they can carry, although I'd be obliged if you said no to that; a—'
Lord Vetinari waved a hand.Another kettle as well? What happened to the old one?''Oh, we still use it, sir, we still use it. But we're going to need another because of the new arrangements.''I'm sorry? What new arrangements?'Carrot unfolded a second, and rather larger, piece of paper.'The Watch to be brought up to an establishment strength of fifty-six; the old Watch Houses at the River Gate, the Deosil Gate and the Hubwards Gate to be reopened and manned on a twenty-four hour basis—'The Patrician's smile remained, but his face seemed to pull away from it, leaving it stranded and all alone in the world.'—a department for, well, we haven't got a name for it yet, but for looking at clues and things like dead bodies, e.g., how long they've been dead, and to start with we'll

Cao Yong AGE OF INNOCENCE

2009-05-04T23:26:00.000-07:00

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you think of anything better?'
'Not right now.'
'Well, then. I'll . . . er . . . look . . . you go back to the rest of the men and . . . I'll find somewhere to change into something more suitable.'
She didn't only just, a very large bone in his mouth. It was wider than he was long, and might have belonged to something that died in a tar pit. It was green and furry in places.
'How nice,' she said, coldly. 'Look, you go on. Let me see what I can do . . .'
'If you're sure . . .' Carrot began, in a reluctant tone of voice.
'Yes.'
When he'd gone Angua headed for the nearest alley. There were only a few minutes to moonrise.
have to look around to recognize where the snigger came from. Gaspode had a way of turning up silently like a small puff of methane in a crowded room, and with the latter's distressing ability to fill up all available space.'Where can you get a change of clothes around here?' said Carrot.A good Watchman is always ready to improvise,' said Angua.'That little dog is awfully wheezy,' said Carrot. 'Why does he always follow us around?''I really couldn't say.''He's got a present for you.'Angua risked a glance. Gaspode was holding, but

Edgar Degas Rehearsal on the Stage

2009-04-28T23:56:00.001-07:00

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some reason the face of the Patrician loomed up at this point.
Once 'Where'd he go? Where'd he go?'
There was a maze of alleys around the doors. Cuddy leaned against a wall and fought for breath.
'There he go!' anyone else with any other kind of weapon . . .
So. A new type of weapon. Much, much faster than a bow. The Assassins wouldn't like that. They wouldn't like that at all. They weren't even keen on bows. The Assassins preferred to kill up close.
So they'd put the . . . the gonne safely under lock and key. The gods alone knew how they'd come by it in the first place. And a few senior Assassins would know about it. They'd pass on the secret: beware of things like this . . .

'Down there! He went into Grope Alley!'
'Slow down! Slow down!'
'Why?' said Detritus.shouted Detritus. 'Along Whalebone Lane!'He lumbered off in pursuit. Vimes put down his coffee cup.Whoever had shot those lead balls at him had been very accurate across several hundred yards, and had got off six shots faster than anyone could fire an arrow . . .Vimes picked up the pipes. Six little pipes, six shots. And you could carry a pocketful of these things. You could shoot further, faster, more accurately than

Henri Rousseau The Flamingos

2009-04-28T00:03:00.000-07:00

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trying to find out,' said Vimes. 'We . . . we think maybe he was tied up next to a wall and exploded.'
Carrot leaned over the wall of a pen.
'Coochee-coochee-coo?' he said. A friendly flame took his eyebrows off.
'I mean, he was as tame as anything,' said Lady Ramkin. 'Wouldn't hurt a fly, poor little thing.'
'How could someone make a dragon blow up?' said Vimes. 'Could you do it by giving it a kick?'
'Oh, yes,' said awake and rearing up. Its ears flattened. Its nostrils flared. Its wings unfurled. It breathed in. From its stomach came the gurgle of rushing acids as sluices and valves were opened. Its feet left the floor. Its chest expanded—
Vimes hit Carrot at waist height, bearing him to the ground.
In its pen the dragon blinked. The enemy had mysteriously gone. Scared off!
It subsided, blowing off a huge flame.Sybil. 'You'd lose your leg, mind you.''Then it wasn't that. Any other way? So you wouldn't get hurt?''Not really. It'd be easier to make it blow itself up. Really, Sam, I don't like talking about—''I have to know.''Well . . . at this time of year the males fight. Make themselves look big, you know? That's why I always keep them apart.'Vimes shook his head. 'There was only one dragon,' he said.Behind them, Carrot leaned over the next pen, where a pear-shaped male dragon opened one eye and glared at him.'Whosagoodboyden?' murmured Carrot. 'I'm sure I've got a bit of coal somewhere—'The dragon opened the other eye, blinked, and then was fully

John Constable The White Horse

2009-04-26T23:40:00.000-07:00

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nurse told me,' said Viscount Skater, 'that a true king could pull a sword from a stone.'
'Hah, yes, and cure dandruff,' said Lord Rust. 'That's just a legend. That's not real Anyway, I've always been a bit puzzled about that story. What's so hard about pulling a sword out of a stone? The real work's already been done. You ought to make yourself useful and find the man who put the sword in the stone in the first place, eh?'
There was a sort of relieved laughter. That's what Edward remembered. It all ended up in laughter. Not exactly at him, but he was the type of person who always takes laughter personally.
Ten minutes 'They didn't want to listen.'
'No, sir.'
'They didn't want to l-isten.'
Edward sat by the dying fire, with a dog-eared copy of Thighbiter's The Ankh-Morpork Succesfion open on his lap. Dead kings and queens looked at him reproachfully.
And there it might have ended. In fact it did end there, in millions of universeslater, Edward d'Eath was alone.They're being so nice about it. Moving with the times! He'd expected more than that of them. A lot more. He'd dared to hope that they might be inspired by his lead. He'd pictured himself at the head of an army —Blenkin came in at a respectful shuffle.'I saw 'em all off, Mr Edward,' he said.'Thank you, Blenkin. You may clear the table.''Yes, Mr Edward.''Whatever happened to honour, Blenkin?''Dunno, sir. I never took it.'

Andy Warhol Guns

2009-04-24T00:30:00.000-07:00

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something else. We . . . know about this place. It’s mythical.”
“It’s not real?”
“Oh, it’s real. And mythical.”
The torch flared. There were hundreds of dust-covered slabs ranged around the cavern in a spiral; at the center of the spiral was a huge bell, suspended from a rope that disap-peared into the darkness of the ceiling. Just under the hang-ing bell was one pile of silver coins and one pile of gold coins.
“Don’t touch the money,” said Nanny “’Ere, watch this, my dad told me about this, it’s a good trick.”
She reached out wynke of sleep for two hundred years, some sodde alwayes bangs the bell. Go awaye.”
The warrior lay back.
“It’s some old king and his warriors,” whispered Nanny, as they hurried away. “Some kind of magical sleep, I’m told. Some old wizard did it. They’re supposed to wake up for some final battle when a wolf eats the

Thomas Kinkade San Francisco Lombard Street

2009-04-22T23:52:00.001-07:00

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magic sword if it bit them on the knee. That’s young wizards today. Think they bloody invented magic.”
“Yes? You should see the girls that want to be witches these days,” said Granny Weatherwax. “Velvet hats and black lipstick and can put in a box and it’s dead and alive at the same time. Or something. And they all run around saying marvellous, marvellous, hooray, here comes another quantum. Ask ‘em to do a decent levita-tion spell and they look at you as if you’ve started to dribble. You should hear young Stibbons talk. Went on about me not inviting me to my own wedding. Me!”
From the side of the gorge a kingfisher flashed, hit the water with barely a ripple, and ricocheted away with some-thing silver and wriggly in its beak.
“Kept going on about everything happening at the same time,” Ridcully went on morosely. “Like there’s no such thing as a choice. You just decide which leg you’re heading for. He says that we did get married, see. He says all the things lacy gloves with no fingers to ‘em. Cheeky, too.”They were side by side now, watching the river.“Trousers of Time,” said Ridcully. “One of you goes down one leg, one of you goes down the other. And there’s all these continuinuinuums all over the place. When I was a lad there was just one decent universe and this was it, and all you had to worry about was creatures breaking through from the Dungeon Dimensions, but at least there was this actual damn universe and you knew where you stood. Now it turns out there’s millions of the damn things. And there’s this damn cat they’ve discovered that you

Cao Yong KOI POND

2009-04-21T00:49:00.000-07:00

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desperately for a way into its head .. .
Something flashed past her vision.
A length of rope had caught the elfs neck, and went tight as something swished through the air. The creature stared in horror as a flatiron whirred a few feet away from its face and swung past its ear, winding around and around with increasing speed but a decreasing orbital radius until it connected heavily with the back of the elf’s head, lifting it off its feet and dropping it heavily on the turf.
Nanny Ogg appeared in Granny’s vision.
“Cor, it doesn’t half whiff, don’t it?” she said. “You can smell elves a mile off.”
Granny scrambled upright.
There was nothing “Hah! Her neck’d be favorite, then.”
Granny sat down with her chin on her knees. Her shoul-ders ached.
“Got to get me breath back,” she said.
Images swam in the forefront of her mind. Here it came but grass inside the circle. No snow, no elves.She turned to Diamanda. So did Nanny. The girl was lying unconscious.“Elf-shot,” said Granny.118LORDS ft/VQ iftQ/£6“Oh, bugger.”“The point’s still in there.”Nanny scratched her head.“I could probably get the point out, no problem,” she said, “but I don’t know about the poison ... we could tie a tourniquet around the affected part.”

Leroy Neiman Elephant Nocturne

2009-04-20T00:14:00.000-07:00

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looked completely lost.
Nanny shrugged. She’d have to tell someone, sooner or later.
“The Lords and Ladies,” she said.
“Who’re they?”
Nanny looked around. But, after all, this was a forge. There had been a forge here long before there was a castle, long before there was even a kingdom. There were horse-shoes everywhere. Iron had entered the very walls. It wasn’t just a place of iron, it was a place where iron died and was reborn. If you couldn’t speak the words here, you couldn’t speak ‘The coachman shrugged.
“Take it or leave it,” he said.
“I’m sorry, sir,” said Ponder Stibbons. “It’s the only coach.”
“Fifty dollars each is daylight robbery!”em anywhere.Even so, she’d rather not.“You know,” she said. “The Fair Folk. The Gentry. The Shining Ones. The Star People. You know.”“What?”Nanny put her hand on the anvil, just in case, and said the word.Jason’s frown very gently cleared, at about the same speed as a sunrise.“Them?” he said. “But aren’t they nice and—?”‘”See?” said Nanny. “I told you you’d get it wrong!”53Terry Pratchett“How much?” said Ridcully.

Vincent van Gogh Couple in the Park,Arles

2009-04-17T00:17:00.000-07:00

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What comes out of the big long spout thing at the front?" said Brutha.
"Steam," said Urn dully. "It's connected to the safety valve."
"Oh."
"It comes out very hot," said Urn, sagging even more.
"Oh?"
"Scalding, in fact."
Brutha's gaze drifted from the steam funnel to the rotating knives.
"Very philosophical," he said.
"We were Stupid. I think I ought to join him."
I. Why?
"Gods and men, men and gods," said Brutha. "Evgoing to use it against Vorbis," said Urn."And now you're not. It's going to be used against Ephebians. You know, I used to think I was stupid, and then I met philosophers."Simony broke the silence by patting Brutha on the shoulder."It will all work out," he said. "We won't lose. After all," he smiled encouragingly, "we have God on our side."Brutha turned. His fist shot out. It wasn't a scientific blow, but it was hard enough to spin Simony around. He clutched his chin."What was that for? Isn't this what you wanted?""We get the gods we deserve," said Brutha, "and I think we don't deserve any. Stupid. Stupid. The sanest man I've met this year lives up a pole in the desert.erything happens because things have happened before. Stupid."
II. But You Are The Chosen One.
"Choose someone else."
Brutha strode off through the ragged army.

Gustav Klimt Fruit Trees

2009-04-16T00:33:00.000-07:00

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Man who talk to God have difficult life."
"You're right!" Brutha stared at Lu-Tze over the cup. "Why are you here?" he said. "You're not Omnian. Or Ephebian."
"Grew up near "Ancient master say: `That boy there! What you eating? Hope you brought enough for everybody!' Ancient master say: `You bad boy! Why you no do homework?' Ancient master say: `What boy laughing? No tell what boy laughing, whole dojo stay in after school!' When remember these wise words, nothing seems so bad."
"What shall I do? I can't hear him!"
"You do what you must. I learn anything, it you have to walk it all alone."
Brutha hugged his knees.Hub. Long time ago. Now Lu-Tze a stranger everywhere he goes. Best way. Learned religion in temple at home. Now go where job is.""Carting soil and pruning plants?""Sure. Never been bishop or high panjandrum. Dangerous life. Always be man who cleans pews or sweeps up behind altar. No one bother useful man. No one bother small man. No one remember name.""That's what I was going to do! But it doesn't work for me.""Then find other way. I learn in temple. Taught by ancient master. When trouble, always remember wise words of ancient and venerable master.""What were they?"

Paul Cezanne The Black Clock

2009-04-15T00:19:00.000-07:00

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The Turtle Moves," said Urn thoughtfully.
"What?" said Brutha.
"Master did a book," said Urn.
"Not really a book," said Didactylos modestly. "More a scroll. Just a little thing I knocked off."
"Saying that the world is flat and goes through space on the back of a giant turtle?" said Brutha.
"Have you read it?" Didactylos's gaze was unmoving. "Are you a slave?"
"No," said Brutha. "I am a-”
"Don't mention my name! Call yourself a scribe or something!"
"-scribe," said Brutha weakly.
"Yeah," said Urn. "I can see that. The telltale callus on the thumb where you hold the pen. The inkstains all over your sleeves."Then he said, "You aren't going to say they're a relic of an outmoded belief system?"
Didactylos, still running his fingers over Om's shell, shook his head.
"Nope. I like my thunderstorms a long way off."
"Oh. Could you stop turning him over and over? He's just told me he doesn't like it."Brutha glanced at his left thumb. "I haven't-”"Yeah," said Urn, grinning. "Use your left hand, do you?""Er, I use both," said Brutha. "But not very well, everyone says.""Ah," said Didactylos. "Ambi-sinister?""What?""He means incompetent with both hands," said Om."Oh. Yes. That's me." Brutha coughed politely. "Look . . . I'm looking for a philosopher. Um. One that knows about gods."He waited.
"You can tell how old they are by cutting them in half and counting

Frederic Remington The Cowboy

2009-04-13T23:13:00.000-07:00

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than a locked room ceases to exist, but . . . locked.
"What is the first thing you can remember, my son?" said Vorbis, kindly.
"There was a bright light, and then someone hit me," said Brutha.
The three And so on.
He looked around the room.
Furnishing was not a priority in the Citadel. Shelves, stools, tables . . . There was a rumor among the novices that priests towards the top of the hierarchy had golden furniture, but there was no sign of it here. The room was as severe as anything in the novices' quarters although it had, perhaps, a more opulent severity; it wasn't the forced bareness of poverty, but the starkness of intent.
"My son?"men stared at him blankly. Then they turned to one another. Brutha, through the misery of his terror, heard snatches of whispering.". . . is there to lose? . . . "Foolishness and probably demonic . . ." "Stakes are high . . ." "One chance, and they will be expecting us . . ."

Edward Hopper Summertime

2009-04-13T00:30:00.000-07:00

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'Those clouds aren't right,' said Conina.
'Do you mind if we go down now?' said Nijel weakly. 'Somehow it didn't look so bad when we were moving.'
Conina 'Something's happening to the weather,' said Conina. ,Why?,
'You mean you don't know?' said the genie.
'We're asking you, aren't we?'
'Well, I'm no judge, but it rather looks like the Apocralypse, yuh?'
'What?'
The genie shrugged. 'The gods have vanished, okay?' he said. 'And according to, you know, legend, that means-’ignored this. 'Try the lamp,' she commanded. 'I want to know about this.'Nijel fumbled in his pack and produced the lamp.The voice of the genie sounded rather tinny and far off, and said: 'If you would care to relax a little ... trying to connect you.' There then followed some tinkly little music, the kind that perhaps a Swiss chalet would make if you could play it, before a trapdoor outlined itself in the air and the genie himself appeared. He looked around him, and then at them.'Oh, wow,' he said.

Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff Literary Pursuits of a Young Lady

2009-04-10T00:15:00.001-07:00

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in his eyes.
'You don't seem to understand,' he rasped. 'It's sourcery you're dealing with now. You can't fight sourcery.'
'I can use and another.
He put a bony digit to his lips, or rather, to the place where his lips would have been if he'd had lips.
All wizards can see Death, but they don't necessarily want to.
There was a popping in Rincewind's ears and the spectre vanished.sourcery,' said Abrim.The wizard snarled and lofted a fireball, which burst harmlessly inches from Abrim's dreadful grin.A look of acute puzzlement passed across the other one's face. He tried again, sending lines of blue-hot magic lancing straight from infinity towards Abrim's heart. Abrim waved them away.'Your choice is simple,' he said. 'You can join me, or you can die.'It was at this point that Rincewind became aware of a regular scraping sound close to his ear. It had an unpleasant metallic ring.He half-turned, and felt the familiar and very uncomfortable prickly feeling of Time slowing down around him.Death paused in the act of running a whetstone along the edge of his scythe and gave him a nod of acknowledgement, as between one professional

John William Waterhouse Juliet

2009-04-09T01:25:00.000-07:00

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'They've run off,' said Conina.
'Are we going to be attacked?'
'Could be. There's been three men following us on the rooftops.'
Rincewind squinted upwards at almost the same time as three men, dressed in flowing black robes, dropped lightly into with jealous horror, rather embarrassed.
'Why, you-’ he growled, and gave it a kick - 'you handbag.'
He sidled closer to the girl, who was standing there with a thoughtful smile on her face.
'What now?' he said. 'Are you going to offer them all a quick perm?'
The men edged a little closer. They were, he noticed, only interested in Conina.
'I'm not armed,' she said.
'What happened to your legendary comb?'the alleyway in front of them. When he looked around two more appeared from around a corner. All five were holding long curved swords and, although the lower halves of their faces were masked, it was almost certain that they were grinning evilly.Rincewind rapped sharply on the Luggage's lid.'Kill,' he suggested. The Luggage stood stock still for a moment, and then plodded over and stood next to Conina. It looked slightly smug and, Rincewind realised
'Left it on the boat.'

Joseph Mallord William Turner Heidelberg

2009-04-08T01:29:00.000-07:00

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rats are leaving!'
The bursar gave him another stare.
'Come inside, Rincewind,' he said, kindly. Rincewind followed him into the low, dark room and across to the window. It looked out over the gardens to the river, oozing peacefully towards the sea.
'You haven't 'But the rats-'
'Grain ship in harbour, I expect. Some, um, springtime ritual.'
'I'm sure I felt the building shaking, too,' said Rincewind, a shade uncertainly. Here in this quiet room, with the fire crackling in the grate, it didn't seem quite so real.
'A passing tremor. Great A'Tuin hiccuping, um, possibly. A grip on youself, um, is what you should get. You haven't been drinking, have you?'been, um, overdoing it?’ said the bursar.'Overdoing what?' said Rincewind, guiltily.'This is a building, you see,' said the bursar. Like most wizards when faced with a puzzle, he started to roll himself a cigarette. 'It's not a ship. There are ways of telling, you know. Absence of porpoises frolicking around the bows, a shortage of bilges, that sort of thing. The chances of foundering are remote. Otherwise, um, we'd have to man the sheds and row for shore. Um?'

Thomas Kinkade Evening on the Avenue

2009-04-07T00:57:00.000-07:00

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More power to your elbow, eh?’ said the drummer, grinning.
‘Shut up and play!’
He was aware that tunes were turning up at the ends of his fingers that his brain had never known. The drummer and the piper felt it too. Music was pouring in from somewhere. They weren’t playing it. It was playing them.
IT IS TIME FOR A NEW DANCE TO BEGIN.
‘Duurrrump-da-dum-dum,’ hummed the fiddler, the sweat running off his chin as he was caught up in a different tune.
The dancers milled around uncertainly, unsure about the steps. But one pair moved purposefully through them at a predatory crouch, arms clasped ahead of them like the bowsprit of a killer galleon. At the end of the floor they turned in a flurry of limbs that appeared to defy normal anatomy and began the angular advance back through the crowd.
‘What’s suddenly kept time with the music.
‘Who’s playing the maracas?’
Death grinned.
MARACAS? I DON’T NEED . . . MARACAS.this one called?’TANGO.‘Can you get put in prison for it?’I DON’T BELIEVE SO.‘Amazing.’The music changed.‘I know this one! It’s the Quirmish bullfight dance! Oh-lay!’‘WITH MILK’?A high-speed fusillade of hollow snapping noises
And then it was now.
The moon was a ghost of itself on one horizon

Henri Rousseau The Waterfall

2009-04-06T00:31:00.000-07:00

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understood what I said,’ snapped Doreen, in the more normal tones of one bon and brought up in Ankh-Morpork rather than some tran-sylvanian fastness.’Honestly, if I left it to you, we’d have no standards at all -‘ ‘My name’s Ludmilla, ‘ said Ludmilla.
‘Charmed,’ said the Countess Notfaroutoe graciously, extending a hand that would have been thin and pale if it had not been pink and stubby. ‘Alvays nice to meet fresh blood. If you ever fancy a dog biscuit when you’re out There was a brief, implosive noise, and a small fat bat hung in the air. It looked down, gave an angry squeak, and nosedived on to the soil. Doreen picked it up by its feet and dusted it off. ‘It’s having to sleep with the window open all night that I object to,’ she said vaguely. ‘I wish they’d stop that music! I ‘m getting a headache.’ There was another whoomph. Arthur reappeared upside down and landed on his head.
‘It’s the drop, you see,’ said Doreen. ‘It’s like a run-up, and about, our door iss alwace open.’Ludmilla turned to Windle Poons.‘It’s not written on my forehead, is it?’ she said.‘These are a special kind of people.’ said Windle gently. ‘I should think so,’ said Ludmilla, levelly. ‘I ‘You’ve got to have the cloak,’ said Count Arthur. ‘For the wings, you see. Like -‘He spread the cloak dramatically.

Pierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneuses

2009-04-03T00:41:00.001-07:00

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Leaking out wherever it could.
‘Do you think I could have a word with One -‘ he began, and then stopped.
He got up and lurched over to Mrs Cake’s mantel-piece. ‘How long have you had this, Mrs Cake?’ he demanded, picking up a familiar glassy object.
‘That? Bought it yesterday. Pretty, ain’t it?’
Windle shook the globe. It was almost identical to the ones under his floorboards. Snowflakes whirled up and settled doesn’t usually arise!’
‘You exorcise them, I think.’
‘What? Jumpin’ up and down, runnin’ on the spot, that kind of thing?’
The Dean had been ready for this.’It’s spelled with an “O”, Archchancellor.on an exquisite model of Unseen University.It reminded him strongly of something. Well, the building obviously reminded him of the University, but the shape of the whole thing, there was a hint of, it made him think of . . . . . . breakfast?‘Why is it happening?’ he said, half to himself.‘These damn things are turning up everywhere.’The wizards ran down the corridor.‘How can you kill ghosts?’‘How should I know? The question

Paris Eiffel Tower

2009-04-02T00:37:00.000-07:00

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was more feared than an Age of Enlightenment; the mere sight of Mrs Cake’s small fat body on the threshold was enough to stop most priests dead in the middle of their invocation.
Dead. Thatwas enough left to power Mrs Cake but, strangely enough, the more pieces of her mind she gave away the more there seemed to be left.
There was also the question of Ludmilla. Ludmilla was a problem. The late
Mr Cake, gods rest his soul, had never so much as even whistled at the full
moon his whole life, and Mrs Cake had dark suspicions that Ludmilla was a was the point. All the religions had very strong views about talking to the dead. And so did Mrs Cake. They held that it was sinful. Mrs Cake held that it was only common courtesy.This usually led to a fierce ecclesiastical debate which resulted in Mrs Cake giving the chief priest what she called ‘a piece of her mind’. There were so many pieces of Mrs Cake’s mind left around the city now that it was quite surprising that there

Paul Cezanne Poplar Trees

2009-04-01T00:18:00.001-07:00

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night. Always up to mischief. Someone had tried to tell Windle that Ridcully was Archchancellor now.
Mmm. They must think he was daft.
Where was that damn tinder box? Fingers . . . you used to get proper fingers in the old days . . .
Someone pulled the covers off a lantern. Someone else pushed a drink into his groping hand.
‘Surprise!’
In the hallgloom of his study.
Albert, his servant, was waiting for him with the towel and dusters.
‘Good morning, master.’
Death sat down silently in his big chair. Albert draped the towel over the angular shoulders.
‘Another nice day,’ he said, conversationally.
Death said nothing. of the house of Death is a clock with a pendulum like a blade but with no hands, because in the house of Death there is no time but the present. (There was. of course. a present before the present now, but that was also the present. It was just an older one.)The pendulum is a blade that would have made Edgar Allan Poe give it all up and start again as a stand-up comedian on the scampi-in-a-casket circuit. It swings with a faint whum-whum noise, gently slicing thin rashers of interval from the bacon of eternity.Death stalked past the clock and into the sombre

Pino Long Day

2009-03-31T00:32:00.000-07:00

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Meanwhile, over Holy Wood, the fog thickened . . .

The posters for Blown Away had been circulating in AnkhMorpork for several days, and interest was running at fever pitch.
’ said the Chair of Indefinite Studies. He was one of the fattest wizards, and so overstuffed that he seemed to be living up to his title. He looked as though horsehair should be leaking from frayed patches. People felt an overpowering urge to rummage down the side of him for loose change.
‘What’s "It", Chair?’ said another wizard.
‘Oh, you know. It. Oomph. The old way‑hey‑hey.’They’d even got as far as the University this time. The Librarian had one pinned up in the fetid, book‑lined nest he called and various others were surreptitiously circulating among the wizards themselves.The artist had produced a masterpiece. Held in Victor’s arms, against the background of the flaming city, Ginger was portrayed as not only showing nearly all she had but quite a lot of what she had not, strictly speaking, got.The effect on the wizards was everything that Dibbler could possibly have hoped for. In the Uncommon Room, the poster was passed from hand to shaking hand as if it might explode.‘There’s a girl who’s got It,

Herbert James Draper Pot Pourri

2009-03-30T00:15:00.001-07:00

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Dibbler raised his hands. ‘I said I’d raise the money somehow,’ he said, ‘and Sham Harga’s even helping us with the food for the barbecue scene.’
‘You said you weren’t going to interfere with the script!’
‘That’s not interfering,’ said Dibbler stolidly. ‘I don’t see how that could be considered interfering. I just polished it up here and there. I think it’s rather an improvement. Besides, Harp’s All‑YouCan‑Gobble‑For‑A‑Dollar is amazing value these days.’
‘But the click is set hundreds of years ago!’ shouted Soll.
‘We=ell,’ ‘Right. Certainly. Gaspode, stay. There’s a good dog.’ Victor derived a quiet satisfaction from the brief look of pure disgust that flashed across Gaspode’s face.
Behind them the eternal Holy Wood argument had wound said Dibbler. ‘I suppose someone could say, "I wonder if the food at Harga’s House of Ribs will still be as good in hundreds of years’ time‑" ‘‘That isn’t moving pictures. That is crass commerce!’‘I hope so,’ said Dibbler. ‘We’re in real trouble if it isn’t.’‘Now look‑‘ Soll began, threateningly.Ginger turned to Victor.‘Can we go somewhere and talk?’ she said, quietly. ‘Without your dog,’ she added, in her normal voice. ‘Definitely without your dog.’‘You want to talk to me?’ said Victor.‘There hasn’t been much of a chance, has there?’

Winslow Homer Rowing Home

2009-03-27T00:22:00.000-07:00

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gave Soll a long, thoughtful scrutiny. Then, when the attention was no longer on them, he sidled closer to the newcomer, looked it up and down, and spoke quietly out of the corner of his mouth.
‘What you here for?’ he said.
The dog gave him a look of handsome incomprehension.
‘I mean, do ‘This is Holy Wood,’ said Gaspode conversationally. ‘I’m Gaspode. Named after the famous Gaspode, you know. Anythin’ you want to know, you just-’
‘All dese two-legs here. Dur . . . What dis place?’
Gaspode stared.
At that moment Dibbler’s door opened. Victor emerged, coughing, at one end of you b’long to someone or what?’ said Gaspode. The dog whined softly. Gaspode tried Basic Canine, which is a combination of whines and sniffs. ‘Hallo?’ he ventured. ‘Anyone in there?’ The dog’s tail thumped uncertainly. ‘The grub here’s ruddy awful,’ said Gaspode. The dog raised its highly-bred muzzle. ‘What dis place?’ it said.

Edward Hopper New York New Haven and Hartford

2009-03-26T00:34:00.000-07:00

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there’s certainly no elephants,’ snapped Silverfish.
Rock put up a craggy arm.
‘Yes?’ demanded Silverfish.
‘If you’ve got some grey paint an’ stuff to make the ears out of, I’m sure me an’ Morry could–’
‘No-one’s ever done a three-reeler,’ said Gaffer reflectively. ‘Could be really tricky. I mean, it’d be nearly ten minutes long.’ He looked thoughtful. ‘I suppose if I was to make the spools bigger-’
Silverfish knew he was cornered.
‘Now look here,’ he began.
Victor staredknow,’ she said, sitting down on the sand, ‘there’s all kind of rules for the imps and things, they mustn’t be worn out, what down at the girl. Everyone else was ignoring them. ‘Er,’ he said, ‘I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced?’ ‘You didn’t seem to let that stop you,’ she said. ‘I wouldn’t normally do something like that. I must have been . . . ill. Or something.’ ‘Oh, good. And that makes me feel a lot better, does it?’ ‘Shall we sit in the shade? It’s very hot out here.’ ‘Your eyes went all . . . smouldery.’ ‘Did they?’ ‘They looked really odd.’ ‘I felt really odd.’ ‘I know. It’s this place. It gets to you. D’you
kind of food they get, stuff like that: No-one cares about us, though. Even the trolls get

Henri Rousseau Exotic Landscape

2009-03-25T20:56:00.000-07:00

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midnight - not the same midnight as before, but a very similar midnight. Old Tom, the tongueless bell in the Universitybody extended up the wall. This is a perfectly normal position for a student taking his ease.
‘OK,’ he said. ‘Right. OK? What, right, what is the name of the outerdimensional monster whose distinctive cry is "Yerwhatyerwhatyerwhat"?’
‘Yob Soddoth,’ said Ponder promptly.
‘Yeah. How does the monster Tshup Aklathep, Infernal Star Toad with A Million Young, torture its victims to death?’ bell tower, had just tolled its twelve sonorous silences. Rainclouds squeezed their last few drops over the city. Ankh-Morpork sprawled under a few damp stars, as real as a brick. Ponder Stibbons, student wizard, put down his book and rubbed his face. ‘All right,’ he said. ‘Ask me anything. Go on. Anything at all.’ Victor Tugelbend, student wizard, picked up his battered copy of Necrotelicomnicon Discussed for Students, with Practical Experiments and turned the pages at random. He was lying on Ponder’s bed. At least, his shoulder blades were. His

Henri Matisse Woman with a Hat

2009-03-23T00:58:00.000-07:00

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pulling away now, pulling away, Gil and Scrab appear to be fighting, she's got a clear sky and, yes, yes . . . yes! . . . it's noon! It's noon! It's noon!'
Silence. The priest was aware that everyone was staring at him.
Then worshipper by his arms and legs and gave him a high-speed run across the stones to the edge of the balcony, over the parapet and into the mud-coloured waters of the Djel.
He surfaced, spluttering.
'What did you go and do that for?' he demanded. 'You all know I'm right. None of you really-'
The waters of the Djel opened a lazy jaw, and he vanished, just as the huge winged someone said, 'Why are you shouting into that bulrush?' 'Sorry. Don't know what came over me there.' The priestess of Sarduk, Goddess of Caves, snorted at him. 'Suppose one of them had dropped it?' she snapped. 'But . . . but . . .' He swallowed. 'It's not possible, is it? Not really? We all must have eaten something, or been out in the sun too long, or something. Because, I mean, everyone knows that the gods aren't . . . I mean, the sun is a big flaming ball of gas, isn't it, that goes around the whole world every day, and, and, and the gods... well, you know, there's a very real need in people to believe, don't get me wrong here-' Koomi, even with his head buzzing with thoughts of perfidy, was quicker on the uptake than his colleagues. 'Get him, lads!' he shouted. Four priests grabbed the luckless cutlery

Jack Vettriano The Birth of a Dream

2009-03-20T01:37:00.000-07:00

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of nomads with their towels on their heads. All that remained of those great days was the ruinously-expensive palace, a few dusty ruins in the desert and - the pharaoh sighed - the pyramids. Always the pyramids.
His in the river .
He watched two of the servants load Teppic's trunk on to the back of the coach, and for the first time either of them could remember laid a paternal hand on his son's shoulder.
In fact he was at a loss for something to say. We've never really had time to get ancestors had been keen on pyramids. The pharaoh wasn't. Pyramids had bankrupted the country, drained it drier than ever the river did. The only curse they could afford to put on a tomb these days was 'Bugger Off'. The only pyramids he felt comfortable about were the very small ones at the bottom of the garden, built every time one of the cats died. He'd promised the boy's mother. He missed Artela. There'd been a terrible row about taking a wife from outside the Kingdom, and some of her foreign ways had puzzled and fascinated even him. Maybe it was from her he'd got the strange dislike of pyramids; in Djelibeybi that was like disliking breathing. But he'd promised that Pteppic could go to school outside the kingdom. She'd been insistent about that. 'People never learn anything in this place,' she'd said. 'They only remember things.' If only she'd remembered about not swimming

Frida Kahlo Fruits of the Earth

2009-03-18T23:17:00.000-07:00

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had spent ages learning its craft. It had spent years lurking in distant valleys. It had practised for hours in front of a glacier. It had studied the great storms of the past. It had honed its art to perfection. And now, tonight,'Never mind,' said Granny. 'Just look busy, and wait until I say.'
As the Evil King and the Good Duke began the exchange that was going to lead to the exciting Duel Scene they became uncomfortably aware of activity behind them, and occasional chuckles from the audience. After a totally inappropriate burst of laughter Tomjon risked a sideways glance. with what it could see was clearly an appreciative audience waiting for it, it was going to take them by, well . . . tempest.Hwel smiled. Perhaps the gods did listen, after all. He wished he'd asked for a really good wind machine as well.He gestured frantically at Tomjon.'Get on with it!'The boy nodded, and launched into his main speech.'And now our domination is complete—'Behind him on the stage the witches bent over the cauldron.'It's just tin, this one,' hissed Nanny. 'And it's full of all yuk.''And the fire is just red paper,' whispered Magrat. 'It looked so real from up there, it's just red paper! Look, you can poke it—'

Leroy Neiman International Cuisine

2009-03-17T22:19:00.000-07:00

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They flew in chilly silence for several seconds.
'I was speaking wossname. Figuratively,' said Granny.
'Oh. Well. You should of said.'
The line of light was bigger, brighter. For the first time a flicker of doubt invaded Granny Weatherwax's mind, puzzled to find itself in such unfamiliar surroundings.
'I wonder how many cockerels there are in Lancre?' she said quietly.
'Was that one of them wossname questions?'
'I was just wondering.'
Nanny Ogg sat back. There were thirty-two of crowing age, she knew. She knew because she'd worked it out last night – tonight - and had given Jason his instructions. She had fifteen grown-up children and innumerable grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and they'd had most of the evening to get into position. It should be enough.
'Did you 'Your shoulders are shaking!'hear that?' said Granny. 'Over Razorback way?'Nanny looked innocently across the misty landscape. Sound travelled very clearly in these early hours.'What?' she said.'Sort of an "urk" noise?''No.'Granny spun around.'Over there,' she said. 'I definitely heard it this time. Something like "cock-a-doo-arrgh".''Can't say I did, Esme,' said Nanny, smiling at the sky. 'Lancre Bridge up ahead.''And over there! Right down there! It was a definite squawk!''Dawn chorus, Esme, I expect. Look, only half a mile to go.'Granny glared at the back of her colleague's head.'There's something going on here,' she said.'Search me, Esme.'
'Lost my shawl back there. I'm a bit chilly. Look, we're nearly there

William Merritt Chase On the Lake Central Park

2009-03-16T23:12:00.000-07:00

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sky, and then possibly they'd try a few of the old dances described in some of Goodie Whemper's books. Not actually naked, or sky clad as it was rather delightfully called, because Magrat had no illusions about the shape of her .
She stood up, wrapped her damp dress around her, and set off through the misty woods . . .
. . . and heard the running feet. Someone was coming through them at high speed, without caring who heard him. and over the top of the sound of breaking twigs was a curious dull jingling. Magrat sidled behind a dripping holly bush and peered cautiously through the leaves.own body and the older witches seemed solid across the hems, and anyway that wasn't absolutely necessary. The books said that the old-time witches had sometimes danced in their shifts. Magrat had wondered about how you danced in shifts. Perhaps there wasn't room for them all to dance at once, she'd thought.What she hadn't expected was a couple of crochety old women who were barely civil at the best of times and simply didn't enter into the spirit of things. Oh, they'd been kind to the baby, in their own way, but she couldn't help feeling that if a witch was kind to someone it was entirely for deeply selfish reasons.And when they did magic, they made it look as ordinary as housekeeping. They didn't wear any occult jewellery. Magrat was a great believer in occult jewellery.It was all going wrong. And she was going home

Caravaggio Lute Player

2009-03-15T22:19:00.000-07:00

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has already been mentioned that Duke Felmet was one step away from the throne. The step in question was at the top of the flight leading to the Great Hall, down which King Verence had tumbled in the dark only to land, against all the laws of probability, on his own dagger.
It had, details about last night that were both hazy and horrible.
He tried to reassure himself that all the unpleasantness was over now, and he had a kingdom. It wasn't much of one, apparently being mainly trees, but it was a kingdom and it had a crown.
If only they could find it.
Lancre Castle was built on an outcrop of rock by an architect who had heard about Gormenghast but hadn't however, been declared by his own physician to be a case of natural causes. Bentzen had gone to see the man and explained that falling down a flight of steps with a dagger in your back was a disease caused by unwise opening of the mouth.In fact it had already been caught by several members of the king's own bodyguard who had been a little bit hard of hearing. There had been a minor epidemic.The duke shuddered. There were

Juan Gris Pears and Grapes on a Table

2009-03-13T01:27:00.001-07:00

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COULDN'T COME, said Mort. There were shadows forming in the air behind the Vizier's soul. Several of them wore emperor's robes, but there were plenty of others jostling them, and they all looked most anxious to welcome of dust off his robe.
He became aware that he was being watched; on looking up, he discovered that he had flashed into existence under the stern marble gaze of himself.
He adjusted his spectacles and peered disapprovingly at the bronze the newcomer to the lands of the dead.'I think there's some people here to see you,' said Mort, and hurried away. As he reached the passageway the Vizier's soul started to scream. . . .Ysabell was standing patiently by Binky, who was making a late lunch of a five-hundred-year-old bonsai tree.'One down,' said Mort, climbing into the saddle. 'Come on. I've got a bad feeling about the next one, and we haven't much time.' Albert materialised in the centre of Unseen University, in the same place, in fact, from which he had departed the world some two thousand years before.He grunted with satisfaction and brushed a few specks

Thomas Kinkade Pinocchio Wishes Upon a Star

2009-03-11T20:10:00.001-07:00

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is the bright candlelit room where the are stored – shelf upon shelf of them, squat hourglasses, one for every living person, pouring their fine sand from the future into the past. The accumulated hiss of the falling grains makes the room roar like the sea.
This is the anything so patently absurd actually existing are millions to one.
But magicians have calculated that million-to-one chances crop up nine times out of ten.
Death clicks across the black and white tiled floor on toes of bone, muttering inside his cowl as his skeletal fingers count along the rows of busy hourglasses.
Finally he finds one that seems to satisfy him, lifts it carefully from its shelf owner of the room, stalking through it with a preoccupied air. His name is Death.But not any Death. This is the Death whose particular sphere of operations is, well, not a sphere at all, but the Discworld, which is flat and rides on the back of four giant elephants who stand on the shell of the enormous star turtle Great A'Tuin, and which is bounded by a waterfall that cascades endlessly into space.Scientists have calculated that the chance of

Henri Rousseau The Sleeping Gypsy

2009-03-10T23:56:00.000-07:00

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Magic beyond magic," snorted Granny. She took the scone and spread jam on it. After a pause she spread cream on it too.
The sugar lump crashed to the flagstones and was immediately surrounded by another team of ants, ready to harness it to a long
Cutangle shifted uneasily in his seat, which creaked.
"Esmerelda," he began, "I've been meaning to ask -"
"No," said Granny.
"chair on matchstick rollers, the squeaking of the slavedriver ants just at the edge of hearing.
"Hmm," said Granny, "I don't see why not. I've always wanted one of those big wicker ones, you know, with the sort of sunshade bit on the top. If that's not too much trouble."
"That isn't exactly what I meant," said Cutangle, adding quickly, "although I'm sure that could be arranged. No, I mean, would you come and lecture the students? Once in a while?"Actually I was going to say that we think we might allow a few more girls into the University. On an experimental basis. Once we get the plumbing sorted out," said Cutangle. "That's up to you, of course." "And, and, it occurred to me that since we seem destined to become a co-educational establishment, as it were, it seemed to me, that is -" "Well?" "If you might see your way clear to becoming, that is, whether you would accept a Chair." He sat back. The sugar lump passed under his

Francisco de Goya Clothed Maja

2009-03-09T23:06:00.001-07:00

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themselves and swearing.
"Hatpin," said Granny. She grabbed Esk with her free hand and swept towards the high table, glaring at anyone who so much as looked as if they were going to get in her way. The younger students, who knew free associated with Henry VIII but with an option on Henry IX and X as well.
"Well?" he said, "What is the meaning of this outrage?"entertainment when they saw it, stamped and cheered and banged their plates on the long tables. The high table settled on the tiles with a thump and the senior wizards hurriedly lined up behind Cutangle as he tried to summon up his reserves of dignity. His efforts didn't really work; it is very hard to look dignified with a napkin tucked into one's collar. He raised his hands for silence, and the hall waited expectantly as Granny and Esk approached him. Granny was looking interestedly at the ancient paintings and statues of bygone mages. "Who are them buggers?" she said out of the corner of her mouth. "They used to be chief wizards," whispered Esk. "They look constipated. I never met a wizard who was regular," said Granny. "They're a nuisance to dust, that's all I know," said Esk. Cutangle stood with legs planted wide apart, arms akimbo and stomach giving an impression of a beginners' ski slope, the whole of him therefore adopting a pose usually

John Constable Salisbury Cathedral from the Meadows

2009-03-09T01:15:00.000-07:00

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way things take you, and I reckon you're going to wizard school one way or the other."
Esk considered this.
"You mean it's my destiny?" she said at last.
Granny Universety, Greatings, I hop you ar well, I am sending to you won Escarrina Smith, shee bath thee maekings of wizzardery but whot may be ferther dun wyth hyr I knowe not slice is a gode worker and clene about hyr person allso skilled in diuerse arts of thee howse, I will send Monies wyth hyr May you liv longe and ende youre days in pese, And oblije, Esmerelder Weatherwaxe (Mss/ wytch.shrugged. "Something like that. Probably. Who knows? " That night, long after Esk had been sent to bed, Granny put on her hat, lit a fresh candle, cleared the table, and pulled a small wooden box from its secret hiding place in the dresser. It contained a bottle of ink, an elderly quill pen, and a few sheets of paper. Granny was not entirely happy when faced with the world of letters. Her eyes protruded, her tongue stuck out, small beads of sweat formed on her forehead, but the pen scratched its way across the page to the accompaniment of the occasional quiet "drat" or "bugger the thing". The letter read as follows, although this version lacks the candlewax, blots, crossings-out and damp patches of the original. To then Hed blizzard, Unsene

Salvador Dali The Great Masturbator

2009-03-05T23:31:00.001-08:00

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That wasn't poetic imagery but plain fact, since the world was quite definitely flat and was, furthermore, known to be carried through space on the backs of four elephants that in turn stood on the shell of Great A'Tuin, the Great Sky reason other than that her mother liked the sound of the word, and although Granny Weatherwax kept a careful watch on her she failed to spot any signs of magic whatsoever. It was true that the girl spent more time climbing trees and running around shouting than little girls normally did, but a girl with four older brothers still at Home can be excused a lot of things. In fact, the witch began to relax and started to think the magic had not taken hold after all.
But magic has a habit of lying low, like a rake in the grass.Turtle. Back down there in Bad Ass the village is waking up. The smith has just gone into the forge and found it tidier than it has been for the last hundred years, with all the tools back in their right places, the floor swept and a new fire laid in the furnace. He is sitting on the anvil, which has been moved right across the room, and is watching the staff and is trying to think. Nothing much happened for seven years, except that one of the apple trees in the smithy orchard grew perceptibly taller than the others and was frequently climbed by a small girl with brown hair, a gap in her front teeth, and the sort of features that promised to become, if not beautiful, then at least attractively interesting. She was named Eskarina, for no particular

Fabian Perez Waiting for the romance to come

2009-03-04T23:59:00.000-08:00

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tell me where they've gone.'
As Lackjaw looked on in horror the Luggage extended 161 its little legs, braced itself, and ran full tilt at the nearest wall. Clay bricks and dusty mortar exploded around it.
Cohen peered through the hole. There was a small grubby storeroom on the other side. The Luggage stood in the middle of the floor, radiating extreme bafflement.

'Shop!' said Twoflower.
'Anyone here?' said Bethan.
'Urrgh,' said Rincewind.
'I think we ought to sit him down somewhere and get him a glass of water,' said Twoflower. 'If there's one here.'
'There's everything else,' said Bethan.
The a long time.
Twoflower sat Rincewind down on a rickety chair by the counter and poked doubtfully at the shelves. There were boxes of nails, and hairbrushes. There were bars of soap, faded with age. There was a stack of jars containing deliquescent bath salts, to which someone had fixed a rather sad and jaunty little notice announcing, in the face of all the evidence, that one would make an Ideal Gift. There was also room was full of shelves, and the shelves were full of everything. Things that couldn't be accommodated on them hung in bunches from the dark and shadowy ceiling; boxes and sacks of everything spilled onto the floor.There was no sound from outside. Bethan looked around and found out why.'I've never seen so much stuff,' said Twoflower.'There's one thing it's out of stock of,' said Bethan, firmly..'How can you tell?''You just have to look. It's fresh out of exits.'Twoflower turned around. Where the door and window had been there were shelves stacked with boxes; they looked as, though they had been there for

Sandro Botticelli Madonna with the Child

2009-03-03T21:53:00.000-08:00

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echo canyon, and a small but wiry shape rushed past him.
By the light of the torches he saw that it was a very old man, the skinny variety that generally gets called 'spry', with a totally bald head, a beard almost down to his knees, and a pair of matchstick legs on which varicose veins had to him; the druids that hadn't fled the circle, generally the younger and more muscular ones, had congregated around the old man n order to discuss the whole subject of sacrilege as it pertained to stone circles, but judging by the cackling and sounds of gristle he was carrying the debate.
Twoflower was watching the fight with interest. Rincewind grabbed him by the shoulder.
'Let's go,' he said.
'Shouldn't we help?'traced the street map of quite a large city. Despite the snow he wore nothing more than a studded leather holdall and a pair of boots that could have easily accommodated a second pair of feet.The two druids closest to him exchanged glances and hefted their sickles. There was a brief blur and they collapsed into tight balls of agony, making rattling noises. In the excitement that followed Rincewind sidled along towards the altar stone, holding his knife gingerly so as not to attract any unwelcome comment. In fact no-one was paying a great deal of attention

Jean-Honore Fragonard le jour

2009-03-02T21:44:00.001-08:00

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There was a movement in the air and what he later described as 'like, a sort of explosion only backwards, you know?', and before he looked down and gave up, having run out of legs.
Rincewind, meanwhile, had found a path. It wound about a good deal, and he would have been happier if it had been cobbled, but following it gave him something to do.
Several trees tried to strike up a conversation, but Rincewind was nearly certain that this was not normal behaviour for trees and ignored them.
The day lengthened. There was no sound but the murmur of nasty little stinging suddenly where there had only been nothing there was a large, battered, wooden chest.It landed heavily on the leafmould, extended dozens of little legs, and turned around ponderously to look at the shaman. That is to say, it had no face, but even through the mycological haze he was horribly aware that it was looking at him. And not a nice look, either. It was amazing how baleful a keyhole and a couple of knotholes could be.To his intense relief it gave a sort of wooden shrug, and set off through the trees at a canter.With superhuman effort the shaman recalled the correct sequence of movements for standing up and even managed a couple of steps

Thomas Kinkade Heather's Hutch

2009-03-01T22:35:00.000-08:00

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encased in cloth tubes. He was wearing a jacket of the same grey material...
Until now he'd never heard the language the man with the amulet was using. It was uncouth and vaguely to show Jack Zweiblumen around when they got back to the States. Yes, that was it. And then Jack had been taken ill and he'd panicked and come through here and surprised this hijacker. Of course. What on earth was "Hublandish"? Dr Rjinswand rubbed his forehead. What he could do with was a drink.
Ripples of paradox spread out across the sea of causality.
Possibly the most important point that Hublandish - so why could he understand every word?Let's see, they'd suddenly appeared in this dragon after, they'd materialised in this drag, they'd sudd, they'd, they'd - they had struck up a conversation in the airport so naturally they had chosen to sit together on the plane, and he'd promised

Jack Vettriano The British Are Coming

2009-02-27T00:24:00.000-08:00

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based in Zurich, Switzerland, which also tests couples to determine their genetic compatibility and runs a dating service based on it.
These companies' claims may seem bold, and at $199 (for singles) and $299 (for couples) for the GenePartner test, and systems dissimilar to their own, as measured by genes for the major histocompatibility complex (MHC), which is involved in displaying antigens to immune cells (Proceedings of the Royal Society B, vol 260, p 245). Other studies have found that men also prefer women with dissimilar MHC genes, more specifically known as human leukocyte antigen (HLA) genes in humans.
I've always liked Nic's smell, but what if I've got it wrong? There was only one $995 for lifetime membership of ScientificMatch, finding the genetic "one" isn't cheap. Nevertheless, the idea is based on good evidence that human attraction is influenced by smell. In 1995, Claus Wedekind at the University of Bern in Switzerland devised his infamous "sweaty T-shirt" experiment, in which he asked women to sniff the T-shirts of similarly aged men and rate their body odours. He found that women preferred the scent of men who had immune

Juan Gris Violin and Glass

2009-02-26T19:55:00.000-08:00

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Rincewind glared at him in the hellish purple glow. "Find Bel-Shamharoth?" he said.
"Yes. We don't have to get involved."
"Find the Soul Render and not get involved? Just give him a nod, I suppose, and ask the way to the exit? Explain things to the Sender of Eignnnngh," Rincewind bit off the end of the word just in time and finished, "You're Twoflower was standing on it.
"Hey. Rincewind! Look what's here!
The Luggage came ambling down one of the other passages that radiated from the room.
"That's great," said Rincewind. "Fine. It can lead us out of here. Now."
Twoflower was already rummaging in the chestinsane. Hey! Come back!"He darted down the passage after Twoflower, and after a few moments came to a halt with a groan.The violet light was intense here, giving everything new and unpleasant colours. This wasn't a passage, it was a wide room with walls to a number that Rincewind didn't dare to contemplate, and 7 passages radiating from it.Rincewind saw, a little way off, a low altar with the Same number of sides as four times two. It didn't occupy the centre of the room, however. The centre was occupied by a huge stone slab with twice as many sides as a square. It looked massive. In the strange light it appeared to be slightly tilted with one edge standing proud of the slabs around it.

Pablo Picasso Three Women at the Spring

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

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nearby stall watched this madman with interest.
I COULD LEND YOU A VERY FAST HORSE. IT WON'T HURT A BIT.
"No!" Rincewind turned and ran. Death watched him go and shrugged bitterly.
SOD YOU, THEN, Death said. He turned, and noticed the . With a snarl Death reached out a bony finger and stopped the man's heart, but he didn't take much pride in it.
Then Death remembered what was due to happen later that night. It would not be true to say that Death smiled, At the furthermost end of Short Street a dark oblong rose on hundreds of tiny legs, and started to run. At first it moved at no more than a lumbering trot, but by the time it was halfway up the street it was moving arrow-fast... because in any case His features were perforce frozen in a calcareous grin. But He hummed a little tune, cheery as a plague pit, and pausing only to extract the a passing mayfly, and one-ninth of the lives from a cat cowering under the fish stall (all cats can see into the octarine) - Death turned on His heel and set off towards the Broken Drum. Short Street, Morpork, is in fact one of the longest in the city. Filigree Street crosses its turnwise end in the manner of the crosspiece of a T, and the Broken Drum is so placed that it looks down the full length of the street.

Claude Monet The Bridge at Argenteuil

2009-02-24T23:24:00.000-08:00

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The taller of the pair was chewing on a chicken leg and leaning on a sword that was only marginally shorter than the average man. If it wasn't for the air of wary intelligence about him it might have been supposed that he was a barbarian from the hubland wastes.
His partner was much shorter and wrapped from head to toe in a brown cloak. Later, when he has occasion to move, it will be seen that he moves lightly, cat-like.
The two had barely exchanged a word in the last twenty minutes except for a short and inconclusive argument as to down the gutters," said the big one, ignoring him. "And all the wine, boiling in the barrels."
"There were rats," said his brown companion.
"Rats, I'll grant you."
"It was no place to be in high summer."whether a particularly powerful explosion had been the oil bond store or the workshop of Kerible the Enchanter. Money hinged on the fact.Now the big man finished gnawing at the bone and tossed it into the grass, smiling ruefully."There go all those little alleyways," he said. "I liked them.""All the treasure houses," said the small man. He added thoughtfully, "Do gems burn, I wonder? 'Tis said they're kin to coal.""All the gold, melting and running

William Bouguereau Biblis

2009-02-23T22:42:00.000-08:00

William Bouguereau BiblisWilliam Bouguereau Nymphs and Satyr.
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right, a paw ripped open a mailed chest, white teeth, black iron, red wet fur-
Then something was pulling her up, powerfully up, and she seized Roger too, tearing him out of the hands of Mrs. only three feet away-
And the arrow sped in and halfway out at the back, and the man's wolf daemon vanished in midleap even before he hit the ground.
Up! Into midair Lyra and Roger were caught and swept, and found themselves clinging with weakening fingers to a cloud-pine branch, where a young witch was sitting tense with balanced grace, and then she leaned down and to the left and something huge was looming and there was the ground.Coulter and clinging tight, each child's daemon a shrill bird fluttering in amazement as a greater fluttering swept all around them, and then Lyra saw in the air beside her a witch, one of those elegant ragged black shadows from the high air, but close enough to touch; and there was a bow in the witch's bare hands, and she exerted her bare pale arms (in this freezing air!) to pull the string and then loose an arrow into the eye slit of a mailed and lowering Tartar hood

Gustav Klimt Judith II (gold foil)

2009-02-22T22:52:00.000-08:00

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was her-with the monkey daemon-"
"Did she get you, too?"
"She said she'd write to my mum and dad and I bet she never...."
"She never told us about kids getting killed. She never said nothing about that."
"That sooner. What we all got to do is be ready as soon as the signal goes and get our cold-weather clothes at once and run out. No waiting about. You just got to run. Only if you don't get your anoraks and boots and stuff, you'll die of cold."
"What signal?" Annie demanded.monkey, he's the worst-he caught my Karossa and nearly killed her-I could feel all weak...."They were as frightened as Lyra was. She found Annie and the others, and sat down."Listen," she said, "can you keep a secret?""Yeah!"The three faces turned to her, vivid with expectation."There's a plan to escape," Lyra said quietly. "There's some people coming to take us away, right, and they'll be here in about a day. Maybe

Vincent van Gogh View of Arles with Irises I

2009-02-20T22:11:00.000-08:00

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loudly, and felt herself beginning to cry.
"Well, you're quite safe here until he comes," said the doctor.
"But I saw them shooting arrows!"
"Ah, you thought you did. That often happens in the intense cold, Lizzie. You fall asleep and have bad dreams and you can't remember what's true and what isn't. That wasn't a fight, don't worry. Your father is safe and sound andhad the impression of a row of beds, children's faces, a pillow, and then she was asleep.

Someone was shaking her. The first thing she did was to feel at her waist, and both he'll be looking for you now and soon he'll come here because this is the only place for hundreds of miles, you know, and what a surprise he'll have to find you safe and sound! Now Sister Clara will take you along to the dormitory where you'll meet some other little girls and boys who got lost in the wilderness just like you. Off you go. We'll have another little talk in the morning."Lyra stood up, clutching her doll, and Pantalaimon hopped onto her shoulder as the nurse opened the door to lead them out.More corridors, and Lyra was tired by now, so sleepy she kept yawning and could hardly lift her feet in the woolly slippers they'd given her. Pantalaimon was drooping, and he had to change to a mouse and settle inside her dressing-gown pocket. Lyra

Gustave Courbet The Origin of the World

2009-02-19T22:52:00.000-08:00

Gustave Courbet The Origin of the WorldThomas Kinkade Symbols of FreedomThomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS AT THE AHWAHNEE
his great hands, seeming to test it for some quality or other, before setting a rear paw on one corner and then bending the whole sheet in such a way that the dents sprang out and the shape was restored. Leaning it against the wall, he lifted the massive weight of the tractor with one paw and laid it on its side before bending to examine thecould answer he'd flown off the fence and down to the icy ground beyond it. There was an open gate a little way along, and Lyra could have followed him, but she hung back uneasily. Pantalaimon looked at her, and then became a badger.
She knew what he was doing. Daemons could move no more than a few yards from their humans, and if she stood by the fence and he remained a bird, he wouldn't get near the bear; so he was going to pull. crumpled runner.As he did so, he caught sight of Lyra. She felt a bolt of cold fear strike at her, because he was so massive and so alien. She was gazing through the chain-link fence about forty yards from him, and she thought how he could clear the distance in a bound or two and sweep the wire aside like a cobweb, and she almost turned and ran away; but Pantalaimon said, "Stop! Let me go and talk to him."He was a tern, and before she

Juan Gris Violin and Engraving

2009-02-18T22:42:00.000-08:00

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it was getting dark, and in the wide desolation of the creek nothing was moving but their own boat and a distant coal barge laboring toward the refinery; and Lyra was so flushed and tired, and she'd been inside for so long; and so of delight, and wheeled and skimmed and darted now ahead of the boat, now behind the stern. Lyra exulted in it, feeling with him as he flew, and urging him mentally to provoke the old tillerman's cormorant daemon into a race. But she ignored him and settled down sleepily on the handle of the tiller near her man.
There was no life out on this bitter brown expanse, and only the steady chug of the engine and the subdued splashing of the water under the bows broke the wide silence. Heavy clouds hung low without offering rain; the air beneath was grimy with smokeFarder Coram went on:"Well, I don't suppose it'll matter just for a few minutes in the open air. I wouldn't call it fresh; ten't fresh except when it's blowing off the sea; but you can sit out on top and look around till we get closer in."Lyra leaped up, and Pantalaimon became a seagull at once, eager to stretch his wings in the open. It was cold outside, and although she was well wrapped up, Lyra was soon shivering. Pantalaimon, on the other hand, leaped into the air with a loud caw

Salvador Dali Galatea of the Spheres

2009-02-17T22:41:00.000-08:00

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cunning spy devices they might carry? Best to keep under cover when she heard them, or wear the oilskin sou'wester over her bright distinctive hair.
And it out his grasp a second time and turned it on him. Shot him right between the eyes and dashed his brains out. Then he says cool as paint, 'Come out, Mrs. Costa, and bring the baby,' because you were setting up such a howl, you and that daemon both; and he took you up and dandled you and sat you on his shoulders, walking up and down in high good the dead man at his feet, and called for wine and bade me swab the floorshe questioned Ma Costa about every detail of the story of her birth. She wove the details into a mental tapestry even clearer and sharper than the stories she made up, and lived over and over again the flight from the cottage, the concealment in the closet, the harsh-voiced challenge, the clash of swords-"Swords? Great God, girl, you dreaming?" Ma Costa said. "Mr. Coulter had a gun, and Lord Asriel knocked it out his hand and struck him down with one blow. Then there was two shots. I wonder you don't remember; you ought to, little as you were. The first shot was Edward Coulter, who reached his gun and fired, and the second was Lord Asriel, who tore

Paul Gauguin The White Horse

2009-02-16T23:25:00.000-08:00

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affects consumption and investment decisions, and is largely behind the dramatic collapse in demand we have observed over the last three months. Sure, consumers have lost a good part of their wealth, and this is reason enough for them to retrench. But there is more at work. If you think that another Depression might be around the corner, better , establish a price, or at least a floor on the price, of the troubled assets. Ring-fence them or take them off bank balance-sheets. On the consumption side, commit to do whatever it will take to avoid a D, from fiscal stimulus to quantitative easing. Commit to do more in theto be careful and save more. Better to wait and see how things turn out. Buying a new house, a new car or a new laptop can surely be delayed a few months. The same goes for firms: given the uncertainty, why build a new plant or introduce a new product now? Better to pause until the smoke clears. This is perfectly understandable behaviour on the part of consumers and firms—but behaviour which has led to a collapse of demand, a collapse of output and the deep recession we are now in. So what are policymakers to do? First and foremost, reduce uncertainty. Do so by removing tail risks, and the perception of tail risks. On the portfolio side future if necessary. Above all, adopt

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and Francesca

2009-02-15T19:38:00.000-08:00

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and FrancescaDante Gabriel Rossetti A Sea SpellJohannes Vermeer Lady Seated at a Virginal
how do you know that, for God's sake? The alethiometer again?"
"Yes. Lyra has a part to play in all this, and a major one. The irony is that she must do it all without realizing what she's doing. She can be helped, though, and if my plan with the Tokay had succeeded, she would have been safe for a said. "Why should a distant theological riddle interest a healthy, thoughtless child?"
"Because of what she must experience. Part of that includes a great betrayal...."
"Who's going to betray her?"
"No, no, that's the saddest thing: she will be the betrayer, and the experience will be little longer. I would have liked to spare her a journey to the North. I wish above all things that I were able to explain it to her...""She wouldn't listen," the Librarian said. "I know her ways only too well. Try to tell her anything serious and she'll half-listen for five minutes and then start fidgeting. Quiz her about it next time and she'll have completely forgotten.""If I talked to her about Dust? You don't think she'd listen to that?"The Librarian made a noise to indicate how unlikely he thought that was."Why on earth should she?" he

Tamara de Lempicka Calla Lilies

2009-02-12T23:46:00.000-08:00

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bullets hit, were just variations on the smell of burning wood from the forest, until it seemed that the whole world was burning.
Lee's many fell, Hester?"
"No. Too busy ducking. Reload while you can, boy."
He rolled down behind the rock and worked the bolt back and forth. It was hot, and the blood that had flowed freely over it from the scalp wound was drying and making the mechanism stiff. He spat on it carefully, and it loosened.
Then he hauled himself back into position, and even before he'd set his eye to the sight, he took a bullet.boulder was soon scarred and pitted, and he felt the thud of the bullets as they hit it. Once he saw the fur on Hester's back ripple as the wind of a bullet passed over it, but she didn't budge. Nor did he stop firing.That first minute was fierce. And after it, in the pause that came, Lee found that he was wounded; there was blood on the rock under his cheek, and his right hand and the rifle bolt were red.Hester moved around to look."Nothing big," she said. "A bullet clipped your scalp.""Did you count how

Claude Monet Snow at Argenteuil

2009-02-12T00:28:00.000-08:00

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She ate like an animal, tearing at the remains of the roasted birds and cramming handfuls of bread into her mouth, washing it down with deep gulps from the stream. While she ate, some of the witches carried the dead cliff-ghast away, rebuilt the fire, and then set up a watch.
The rest came to sitpreparing this for a long time, for eons. He was preparing this before we were born, sisters, even though he is so much younger… But how can that be? I don't know. I can't understand. I think he commands time, he makes it run fast or slow according to his will."
near Ruta Skadi to hear what she could tell them. She told what had happened when she flew up to meet the angels, and then of her journey to Lord Asriel's fortress."Sisters, it is the greatest castle you can imagine: ramparts of basalt, rearing to the skies, with wide roads coming from every direction, and on them cargoes of gunpowder, of food, of armor plate. How has he done this? I think he must have been

Francois Boucher Madame de Pompadour

2009-02-11T00:06:00.000-08:00

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Will stepped carefully across the grass in Cittagazze, counting his paces, holding in his mind as clearly as he could a memory of where the study was and trying to locate it with reference to the villa, which stood nearby, stucco-white and columned in a statues and a fountain. And he was aware of how exposed he was in this in front of him—heavy green velvet: the curtains of the study. But where were they in relation to the cabinet? He had to close that one too, turn the other way, try again. Time was passing.
The third time, he found he could see the whole of the study in the dim light through the open door to the hall. There was the desk, the sofa, the cabinet! He could see a faint gleam along the side of a brass microscope. And there was no one in the room, and the house moon-drenched parkland.When he thought he was in the right spot, he stopped and held out the knife again, feeling forward carefully. These little invisible gaps were anywhere, but not everywhere, or any slash of the knife would open a window.He cut a small opening first, no bigger than his hand, and looked through. Nothing but darkness on the other side: he couldn't see where he was. He closed that one, turned through ninety degrees, and opened another. This time he found fabric

Thomas Kinkade The Beginning of a Perfect Day

2009-02-05T23:13:00.000-08:00

Thomas Kinkade The Beginning of a Perfect DayThomas Kinkade Sunset at Riverbend FarmThomas Kinkade Seaside Hideaway
We could steal it. We could go to his house and steal it. I know where Headington is, there's a Headington in my Oxford too. It en't far. We could walk there in an hour, easy."
"You're stupid."
"Iorek "I never heard of those things," Lyra said. "We en't got 'em in my world. I couldn't know that, Will."
"All right, then think of this: He's got a whole house to hide it in, and how long would any burglar have to look through every cupboard and drawer and hiding place in a whole house? Those men who came to my house had hours to look around, and they Byrnison would go there straightaway and rip his head off. I wish he was here. He'd—"But she fell silent. Will was just looking at her, and she quailed. She would have quailed in the same way if the armored bear had looked at her like that, because there was something not unlike Iorek in Will's eyes, young as they were."I never heard anything so . "You think we can just go to his house and creep in and steal it? You need to think. You need to use your bloody brain. He's going to have all kinds of burglar alarms and stuff, if he's a rich man. There'll be bells that go off and special locks and lights with infrared switches that come on automatically—"

Leroy Neiman Frazier Foreman Jamaica

2009-02-04T23:35:00.000-08:00

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On the second floor she found a long corridor, where one door was open to an empty lecture hall and another to a smaller room where two Scholars stood discussing something at a blackboard. These rooms, the walls of this corridor, were all flat and bare and plain in a way Lyra thought belonged to poverty, not to the scholarship and splendor piles of papers and books, and the whiteboards on the walls were covered in figures and equations. Tacked to the back of the door was a design that looked Chinese. Through an open doorway Lyra could see another room, where some kind of complicof Oxford; and yet the brick walls were smoothly painted, and the doors were of heavy wood and the banisters were of polished steel, so they were costly. It was just another way in which this world was strange.She soon found the door the alethiometer had told her about. The sign on it said DARK MATTER RESEARCH UNIT, and under it someone had scribbled R.I.P. Another hand had added in pencil DIRECTOR: LAZARUS.Lyra made nothing of that. She knocked, and a woman's voice said, "Come in."It was a small room, crowded with tottering ated anbaric machinery stood in silence.

Leroy Neiman Valhalla Golf

2009-02-03T23:49:00.000-08:00

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what do the grownups think the Specters will do to them?" Will said.
"Well, when a Specter catch a grownup, that's bad to see. They eat of them there and then, all right. I don't want to be grown up, for sure. At first they know it's happening, and they're afraid; they cry and cry. They try and look As soon as Angelica and the little boy had vanished, Pantalaimon appeared from Lyra's pocket, his mouse head ruffled and bright-eyed.
He said to Will, "They don't know about this window you found."
It was the first time Will had heard him speak,away and pretend it ain' happening, but it is. It's too late. And no one ain' gonna go near them, they on they own. Then they get pale and they stop moving. They still alive, but it's like they been eaten from inside. You look in they eyes, you see the back of they heads. Ain' nothing there."The girl turned to her brother and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. "Me and Paolo's going to look for ice creams," she said. "You want to come and find some?""No," said Will, "we got something else to do.""Good-bye, then," she said, and Paolo said, "Kill the Specters!""Good-bye," said Lyra.

Paul Cezanne Poplar Trees

2009-02-02T20:19:00.000-08:00

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Everything about her in that moment was soft, and that was one of his favorite memories later on, her tense grace made tender by the dimness, her eyes and hands and especially her lips, infinitely soft. He kissed her again and again, and each kiss was nearer to the last one of all.
Heavy and said as steadily as he could, "Thank you, Serafina Pekkala, for rescuing us at the belvedere, and for everything else. Please be kind to Lyra for as long as she lives. I love her more than anyone has ever been loved."
In answer the witch queen kissed him on both cheeks. Lyra had been whispering to Mary, and then they, too, embraced, and first Mary and then Will stepped soft with love, they walked back to the gate. Mary and Serafina were waiting."Lyra...” Will said.And she said, "Will."He cut a window into Cittagazze. They were deep in the parkland around the great house, not far from the edge of the forest. He stepped through for the last time and looked down over the silent city, the tiled roofs gleaming in the moonlight, the tower above them, the lighted ship waiting out on the still sea.He turned to Serafina and

Paul Cezanne Card Players

2009-02-01T19:03:00.000-08:00

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speeding over the grassland had no meaning at all.
Nevertheless, they looked as if they did. They looked tense and driven with purpose. The whole night did. Mary felt it, too, except that she didn't know what that purpose was. But unlike her, the clouds seemed to know what they tossing its great head in a dialogue with the urgent wind. They had things to say, and she couldn't hear them.
She hurried toward it, moved by the excitement of the night, and desperate to join in. This was the very thing she'd told Will about when he asked if she missed Godwere doing and why, and the wind knew, and the grass knew. The entire world was alive and conscious.Mary climbed the slope and looked back across the marshes, where the incoming tide laced a brilliant silver through the glistening dark of the mudflats and the reed beds. The cloud-shadows were very clear down there; they looked as if they were fleeing something frightful behind them, or hastening to embrace something wonderful ahead. But what that was, Mary would never know.She turned toward the grove where her climbing tree stood. It was twenty minutes' walk away; she could see it clearly, towering high and

Thomas Kinkade Lamplight bridge

2009-01-20T22:04:00.000-08:00

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Hush," said Will, and asked his father's ghost, "What must I do?”
"Cut the short hair off right down to her scalp. Collect it carefully, every single hair. Don't miss even one. Then open another world, any will do, and put the hair through into it, and then close it again. Do it now, at once."
The harpy was on itself like a vast millwheel, and little fragments of stone began to fall from the roof of the tunnel. The ground lurched suddenly to one side. Will seized Lyra's arm, and they clung together as the rock under their feet began to shift and slide, and loose pieces of stone came tumbling past, bruising their legs and feet...
The two children, sheltering the Gallivespians, crouched down with their arms watching, the ghosts behind were crowding close. Lyra could see their faint faces in the dimness. Frightened and bewildered, she stood biting her lip while Will did as his father told him, his face close up to the knifepoint in the paling dragonfly light. He cut a little hollow space in the rock of another world, put all the tiny golden hairs into it, and replaced the rock before closing the window.And then the ground began to shake. From somewhere very deep came a growling, grinding noise, as if the whole center of the earth were turning

William Bouguereau The Broken Pitcher

2009-01-18T21:36:00.000-08:00

William Bouguereau The Broken PitcherWilliam Bouguereau Love Takes Flight
great insects were fully alive and bright with beauty even in the clinging mist, shaking their filmy wings to dislodge the moisture; and the old man in his sacking robe leaned forward and back, forward and back, bracing his bare feet he, too, was looking ahead, trying to peer through the wet gray gloom and to hear anything other than the dank splash of the oars. And presently something did change: a cliff or an island lay ahead of them. They heard the enclosing of the sound before they saw the mist darken.
The boatman pulled on one oar to turn the boat a little to the left.
"Where are we?" said the voice of the Chevalier Tialys, small but strong as ever, though there was a harsh edge to it, as if he, too, had been suffering pain. Andy Warhol Mao 1972
"Near the island," said the boatman. "Another five minutes, we'll be at the landing against the slime-puddled floor.The journey lasted longer than Lyra wanted to measure. Though part of her was raw with anguish, imagining Pantalaimon abandoned on the shore, another part was adjusting to the pain, measuring her own strength, curious to see what would happen and where they would land.Will's arm was strong around her, but

Jack Vettriano Birth Of A Dream

2009-01-15T23:13:00.000-08:00

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anbaric spark; but she said nothing, and stroked his golden fur as she listened to the commanders.
Then Lord Asriel said, "Enough. That is a problem we'll deal with later. Now for the armory. I understand they're ready to test the intention craft. We'll go and look at it."
He took a Mrs. Coulter said humbly to the angel:
"Excuse me, my lady: your name is Xaphania?"
"Yes," said the angel.
Her appearance impressed Mrs. Coulter, just as her fellows had impressed the witch Ruta Skadi when she found them in the sky: she was not shining, but shone on, though silver key from his pocket and unlocked the chain around the golden monkey's feet and hands, and carefully avoided touching even the tip of one golden hair.Lord Roke mounted his hawk and followed with the others as Lord Asriel set off down the stairs of the tower and out onto the battlements.A cold wind was blowing, snapping at their eyelids, and the dark blue hawk soared up in a mighty draft, wheeling and screaming in the wild air. King Ogunwe drew his coat around him and rested his hand on his cheetah daemon's head.

Alphonse Maria Mucha Summer

2009-01-14T23:42:00.000-08:00

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be thirty, maybe. But she was hot, like Paolo said, and she was carrying a big rucksack, much bigger than yours, this big..."
Paolo whispered something to her, screwing up his eyes to look at the priest as he did so. The sun was bright in his face.
"Yeah," said the girl impatiently, "I know. The Specters," she said to Father Gomez, "she wasn' afraid of the Specters at all. She just walked through the city and never worried a bit. I ain' never seen a grownup do that before, all right. She looked like she didn' know about them, even. Same as you," she added, looking at him with a challenge in her eyes., pointing at the square stone tower over the red-brown rooftops. It shimmered in the midday glare. "And the boy who stole it, he kill our brother, Tullio. The Specters got him, all right. You want to kill that boy, that's okay. And the girl, she "There's a lot I don't know," said Father Gomez mildly.The little boy plucked at her sleeve and whispered again."Paolo says," she told the priest, "he thinks you're going to get the knife back."Father Gomez felt his skin bristle. He remembered the testimony of Fra Pavel in the inquiry at the Consistorial Court: this must be the knife he meant."If I can," he said, "I shall. The knife comes from here, does it?""From the Torre degli Angeli," said the girl

Thomas Kinkade Bridge of Hope

2009-01-13T22:49:00.000-08:00

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waist and swung the rucksack over his shoulder.
"Well, are you ready now?" said that sarcastic voice.
"Yes. I'll explain if you like, but you don't seem very interested."
"Oh, I find whatever you do a source of perpetual fascination. But never mind me. What are you going to say to these people who are coming?"
Will looked around, startled. Farther down the trail, a long way down, there was a line of travelers with packhorses, making their way steadily up toward the lake. They hadn't seen him yet, but if he stayed where he was, they would soon.decided, he'd stop.
He'd heard little from the angel. From time to time Balthamos had said, "Not that way," or "There is an easier path to the left," and he'd accepted the advice; but really he was moving for the sake of moving, and to keep away from those travelers, because until the other angel came back with more news, he might as well have stayed where they were.Will gathered up his father's cloak, which he'd laid over a rock in the sun. It weighed much less now that it was dry. He looked around: there was nothing else he could carry."Let's go farther on," he said.He would have liked to retie the bandage, but it could wait. He set off along the edge of the lake, away from the travelers, and the angel followed him, invisible in the bright air.Much later that day they came down from the bare mountains onto a spur covered in grass and dwarf rhododendrons. Will was aching for rest, and soon, he

Thomas Kinkade Sunrise Chapel

2009-01-12T22:17:00.000-08:00

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is dynamic - knowledge is static (see “The 3 C’s”). Last time I checked, Pluto was no longer in our solar system. Change!
In fact, in my mind, CHANGE could easily have been one of his three core principles, or four… or five… etc.
As both the educator or the educated intelligence. While his theories align very well to support all these principles - and vice-versa. I wonder if he may not be “over-thinking” it? As I mentioned above, who’s to say? Perhaps that is why he titled the book personal development for SMART people.evolve and “as the world turns” - the related lessons and even ‘laws’ must similarly evolve. Simply consider all the great physics ‘laws’ - that over time have changed. The ‘reality’ is they aren’t laws - they are theories. Which of course is what Steve Pavlina presents to us here. And here are his three core principles; truth, love and power. These support and spawn the four secondary principles; oneness, authority, courage and

Jack Vettriano The Missing Man I

2009-01-12T00:49:00.000-08:00

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The world's thinnest television was unveiled on Tuesday measuring just 6.5mm
The wafer flat-panel television is to be displayed during the 2009 Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas which opens on Thursday.

Global economic turmoil and diminishing demand for goods has intensified competition between global electronic companies battling to produce the world's thinnest, smallest and lightest products.
During the Las Vegas show, the Japanese company JVC will also unveil what it claims is the world's lightest 32-inch LCD TV, which is fractionally thicker than Samsung's creation at 7mm (0.28inches).thin television, which was created by the South Korean company Samsung Electronics, is being hailed as the world's slimmest television ever created.Its features include a LCD (liquid crystal display) screen as well as an LED (light emitting diode) backlighting system, to which its creators attribute its record slimline structure.A prototype of the new

Edward Hopper Sunlight in a Cafeteria

2009-01-11T23:15:00.000-08:00

Edward Hopper Sunlight in a CafeteriaEdward Hopper Summer InteriorEdward Hopper Sailing
Here's an incredibly stimulating hand technique that your man will bethinking about for weeks.Here's What You Need:Just the two of you.Here's How You Do It:Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his legs spreadapart.Sit in your arms ninety degrees to one side). The rings you've createdwith your thumbs and forefingers should meet in the center of your man'spenis.Simultaneously slide the bottom ring toward the base of his shaft and thetop ring toward the head of his penis. Once they reach their respectiveends, bring both rings back to the middle. Do this slowly at first, thengradually speed up.In a matter of just a few minutes, your man will be in the throes of apowerful orgasm.between his legs.Form a ring with the thumb and index finger of one your hands. Yourother fingers should be splayed out (your hand should look like you'regiving the traditional "okay" sign).Insert your man's penis through the ring.Form the same ring with your other hand. Rotate your forearm so thatwhen you put this second ring around his penis, both of your thumbs aretouching (in other words, pretend that you were put in handcuffs, thenrotate

Andy Warhol Portrait of Maurice

2009-01-07T23:20:00.000-08:00

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sees than by his wife's kissing and caressing. The University of Chicago study found that 51 percent of 25- to 29-year-old men became excited when they watched their wives undress. By the mid-40s, the percentage dropped to 40. Once couples learn to pay less attention to what they see and more to what they do, says New York City sex and bringing the couple into closer balance. Men and women both produce testosterone and estrogen, but the proportion of each changes over the years. The male's shifting levels of estrogen and testosterone may make him more willing to follow than to lead, happy for his wife to set the pace. And as a woman's estrogen declines and her testosterone bmarital therapist Shirley Zussman, their sex lives improve dramatically. Balance the seesaw. When they were first married, the man remembered, he always took the sexual lead, pulling his wife close and whispering his desire to make love. But now, 20 years later, she often makes the first move. Again, hormonal changes are

Andy Warhol Mao Red

2009-01-07T00:36:00.000-08:00

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fast enough; however, when you slow to 2 % from 6% that is 58%. Too much, too fast. What would happens if your company had 58% reduction in growth?
Money is the lifeblood of our economy. When you curtail the money flow it is like a person having congestive heart failure. Some people die economy must be increased and the quickest way to do it is for Greenspan to reverse his course and start lowering the rates. Most of this break in the stock market can be laid at the doorstep of Mr. Greenspan. His micromanaging can lead to a recession.
Al Thomas' book, "If It Doesn't Go Up, Don't Buy It!" has helped thousands of people make money and keep their profits with his simple 2-step method. Read and some Businesses go bankrupt, but both must slow down drastically.The amount of money flowing in our

Jack Vettriano Model at Mirror

2009-01-05T22:57:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Model at MirrorJack Vettriano Mirror MirrorJack Vettriano Mind Bending
Children suddenly felt as if they were in their parents' cottage, where everything was so humble and peaceful. The faint light was very pure and clear, but always flickering and ready to go out at the least breath.
Next they came to the beautiful Light of the Poets, which they liked immensely, for it had all the colours of the rainbow; and, when you passed through it, you saw lovely pictures, lovely flowers and lovely toys which you were unable to take hold"Let's get on," said Tyltyl. "This is boring."
To tell the truth, he was a little bit frightened, for they were in a long row of cold and forbidding arches, which were streaked at every moment by dazzling lightning-flashes; and, at each flash, you saw out-of-the-way things that had no name as yet.
After these arches, they came to the Lights Unknown to Man; and Tyltyl, in spite of of. Laughing merrily, the children ran after birds arid butterflies, but everything faded away as soon as it was touched. "Well, I never!" said Tyltyl, as he came panting back to Light. "This beats everything!… I can't understand it!" "You will understand later," she replied, "and, if you understand it properly, you will be among the very few human beings who know the Blue Bird when they see him." After leaving the region of the Poets, our friends reached the Light of the Learned, which lies on the borders of the known and the unknown lights:

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes painting

2009-01-05T00:19:00.000-08:00

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Take care!" cried Night, in a dreadful voice. "It's the Wars! They are more powerful than ever! I daren't think what would happen, if one of them broke loose! Stand ready, all of you, to push back the door!"
Night had not finished uttering her warnings, when the plucky little fellow repented his rashness. He tried in vain to shut the door which he had opened: an invincible force was pushing it from the other side, streams of blood flowed through the cracks; flames shot forth; shouts, oaths and groans mingled with the roar of cannon and the rattle of musketry. Everybody in the Palace of Night was running about in wild confusion. Bread and Sugar tried to take to door is shut!"
At the same time, he dropped on the steps, utterly exhausted, dabbing his forehead with his poor little hands which shook with terror.
"Well?" asked Night, harshly. "Have you had enough? Did you see them?" flight, but could not find the way out; and they now came back to Tyltyl and put their shoulders to the door with despairing force. The Cat pretended to be anxious, while secretly rejoicing: "This may be the end of it," she said, curling her whiskers. "They won't dare to go on after this." Dear Tylô made superhuman efforts to help his little master, while Mytyl stood crying in a corner. At last, our hero gave a shout of triumph: "Hurrah! They're giving way! Victory! Victory! The

Hanks Beauty of the Hot Tub

2009-01-02T22:17:00.000-08:00

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Eating green, leafy vegetables is a good idea year-round, but on January 1, it may bring you more than good the color and shape of certain greens is similar to money, many consume vegetables like kale, chard, and cabbage in the year. The color green is also often seen in many countries as epitomizing growth and abundance. Southerners in the U.S. prefer collard greens. In Denmark, a popular New Year’s dish is sweetened kale cooked with cinnamon. People in Germany eat their cabbage in sauerkraut form.
Black-Eyed PeasAny legume serves as a symbol of good luck for the new year, but black-eyed peas are the bean of choice for people in the southern U.S. This tradition’s origins come from the Civil War days. Vicksburg, a town in Virginia, was thought to be devoid of food during the battles until the people there found the peas. The legume has been considered lucky among Southerners ever since. They eat a dish called Hoppin’ John, which is comprised of black-eyed peas simmered with ham hocks, spicy seasonings, bell peppers, and rice. It’s usually served with collard greens and a side of cornbread, which is also representative of good luck, perhaps because of its golden hue.
Pork

Jack Vettriano The Smooth Operator

2008-12-29T23:55:00.000-08:00

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After a fairly shaky start to the day, Arthur's mind was beginning to reassemble itself from the shellshocked fragments the previous day had left him with. He had found a Nutri-Matic machine which had provided him with a plastic cup filled with a liquid this because it invariably delivered a cupful of liquid that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea. The Nutri-Matic was designed and manufactured by the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation whose complaints department now covers all the major land masses of the first three planets in the Sirius Tau Star system. Arthur drank the liquid and found it reviving. He glanced up at the screens again and watched a few more hundred miles of barren greyness slide past. It suddenly occurred to him to ask a question which had been bothering him. "Is it safe?" he said.that was almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea. The way it functioned was very interesting. When the Drink button was pressed it made an instant but highly detailed examination of the subject's taste buds, a spectroscopic analysis of the subject's metabolism and then sent tiny experimental signals down the neural pathways to the taste centres of the subject's brain to see what was likely to go down well. However, no one knew quite why it did

Breton Young Woman in a Field

2008-12-28T23:42:00.000-08:00

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. Suddenly, cs could have huge 'virtual' memories and run programs larger than the physical RAM would normally allow.
Into the light
The physical properties of materials have been a fertile ground for looking to increase both storage density and speed of data the storage crown, optical disks could eclipse them once again. As scientists learn more about how to exploit light's properties, the possibilities for not only storage and communications but also computing itself are becoming increasingly apparent.
Upcoming light-based storage methods easily outstrip the capacity access. Now scientists are beginning to investigate the possibilities of using light as a storage medium in the not-too-distant future.The data density offered by optical storage dwarfed PC hard disks when the Compact Disc was introduced in 1982. At a time when hard disks still held around 20MB, the first CD-ROMs could store 650MB. Though magnetic disks have since regained

Machado Tango Red Tie

2008-12-25T23:05:00.000-08:00

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a taxi service for a load of degenerate freeloaders. I have sent out a search party, and as soon that they find you I will put you off the ship. If you're very lucky I might read you some of my poetry first. "Secondly, we are about to jump into hyperspace weakly. "Charming man," he said. "I wish I had a daughter so I could forbid her to marry one ..." "You wouldn't need to," said Ford. "They've got as much sex appeal as a road accident. No, don't move," he added as Arthur began to uncurl himself, "you'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasantly like being drunk." "What's so unpleasant about being drunk?" "You ask a glass of water." Arthur thought about this. "Ford," he said. "Yeah?" "What's this fish doing in my ear?" "It's translating for you. It's a Babel fish. Look it up in the book for the journey to Barnard's Star. On arrival we will stay in dock for a seventy-two hour refit, and no one's to leave the ship during that time. I repeat, all planet leave is cancelled. I've just had an unhappy love affair, so I don't see why anybody else should have a good time. Message ends." The noise stopped. Arthur discovered to his embarrassment that he was lying curled up in a small ball on the floor with his arms wrapped round his head. He smiled

Fragonard The Souvenir

2008-12-23T01:04:00.000-08:00

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Fric’s hammering heart knocked all the words out of his throat before he could speak them, and as he struggled to sputter through his silence, he was lifted off his feet and held high by his weird guardian.“Moloch is in the house. Hide, boyto look back.The guardian had vanished.The photograph was nowhere to be seen.Moloch is in the house.Fric fled the library, sprinting for the conservatory by the shortest route., for God’s sake, hide.”With that, Mysterious Caller threw Fric as though he were only a bundle of rags, but threw him with a magical knack that prevented [557] him from crashing hard into furniture. Instead, he tumbled in slow motion across the library, over the club chairs and tables, past the islands of bookshelves.As he rotated on a curious axis, head over heels, Fric saw the photograph of the pretty lady, his make-believe mom, which had slipped out of his pocket and now drifted lazily beside him through the air, in his sphere of influence. Like an astronaut reaching for a floating tube of food in the gravity-free environment of a space shuttle high in orbit, he grasped for the picture but could not quite close his hand on it.Abruptly he hit the floor on both feet, near the Christmas tree that was hung with angels, hit the floor running, whether he wanted to run or not, as if his legs were spellcast to churn him out of here.Past the tree, at the open door to the library, he turned

Blum Orchids in a Porcelain Bowl

2008-12-21T21:51:00.001-08:00

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back to you on that.”“All right. I’ll be in my quarters for a little while, then in the kitchen.”“I think we have wine this evening, don’t you?” Fric asked. “A good Merlot.”“Oh, really? Should I also just pack my bags, arrange for a taxi, if he hadn’t believed that the Face might, in fact, have reacted to his son’s drinking in pretty your father would never find out. But you’re forgetting about She Who Cannot Be Deceived.”Fric whispered, “McBee.”Ethan nodded. “McBee.”Fric said, “I’ll have Pepsi.”“With or without ice?”“Without.”“Good lad.”write myself a letter of dismissal in your father’s name, and be ready to leave as soon as you’ve passed out drunk?”[458] “He doesn’t need to know,” Fric said. “And if he knew, he’d just figure it was typical Hollywood-kid stuff, better booze than cocaine. He’d make me talk to Dr. Rudy to see maybe does the problem come from when I was the son of an emperor back in ancient Rome, when maybe I was traumatized by watching the stupid lions eat stupid people in the stupid Colosseum.”This cheeky rap would have seemed funnier to Ethan

Edmund Blair Leighton The End of The Song painting

2008-12-18T00:46:00.000-08:00

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Two lengths of red tinsel. Only five sets of bells. The missing set, in the middle of the right-hand garland of tinsel, was the one that had been given to him as he lay dying.[380] A cold tremble, almost a pressure, moved slowly down the center with this man, seen before only in that dream, made the death in the ambulance seem real even though he still breathed, still lived.The shock of recognition was not mutual. The paramedic regarded Ethan with no greater interest than he might have shown toward any stranger.Hazard flashed his department ID. “What’s your name, sir?”“Cameron Sheen.”“Mr. Sheen, we need to know what calls this particular ambulance answered yesterday afternoon.”“What time exactly?” the paramedic asked.Hazard looked at Ethan, and Ethan found his voice. “Between five and six o’clock.”of his back, as if the fleshless tip of a skeletal finger were tracing his spine from cervical vertebrae to coccyx.Hazard said, “One set of bells is missing, but between us we have two.”“Maybe not. Maybe we have the same set.”“What do you mean?”Behind them, a man said, “May I help you?”Turning, Ethan saw the paramedic who had attended to him in the racing ambulance less than twenty-four hours ago.The discovery of the bells in his hand outside Forever Roses had already been one piece of dark magic too many. Now, to come face to face

Jean Francois Millet The Gleaners painting

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

Jean Francois Millet The Gleaners paintingJean Fragonard The Swing 1767 paintingSalvador Dali meditative rose painting
interest made him uneasy. If he were ever to puzzle his way through what had happened to him on this momentous day, he would need to keep superstition at bay and think logically.Nevertheless, when he stopped staring at the light on Line 24, he , Fredericka Nielander, Mrs. McBee had placed a yellow Post-it. With a pen, she had marked a section of the text.[284] Ethan read the piece from the beginning. Near the top of the second page, he found a reference to Aelfric. Freddie had told the interviewer that she and her son were “as thick as thieves,” and that wherever in the world her glamorous work might take her, they stayed in touch “with long found himself gazing at the three silvery bells on his desk. And could not easily look away.The last item in Mrs. McBee’s memo regarded the magazine that she had enclosed, the latest issue of Vanity Fair.She wrote: This publication arrived in the mail on Saturday, with several others and was, as usual, put on the proper table in the library. This morning, shortly after the young master had left the library, I discovered the magazine open to the page I’ve marked. This discovery had much to do with my reconsideration of the advice I’d given you regarding the matter of Christmas gifts.Between the second and third pages of an article about Fric’s mother

Edgar Degas At the Races painting

2008-12-12T00:35:00.000-08:00

Edgar Degas At the Races paintingEdgar Degas After the Bath paintingFrida Kahlo What the Water Gave Me painting
Ethan shook his head. “Dunny died this morning at Our Lady of Angels.”Hazard pried a caramel from the roll, popped it in his mouth.“They can’t find his body,” Ethan said, for suddenly he sensed that Hazard already knew all this.Carefully folding the loose end of the wrapper over the exposed candy, Hazard said nothing.“They swear he was deadhow Dunny could be connected to Reynerd. I still don’t see how. Do you?”“You were one self-possessed dude at lunch, considering all this was churning through your head.”[240] “I thought I was going crazy, but I didn’t see how you’d be more likely to help me if I virtually told you I was losing my mind.”“So what happened after lunch?”Ethan recounted his visit to Dunny’s apartment, leaving nothing out except the strange elusive shape in the steam-clouded mirror.,” Ethan continued, “but considering how things work at the hospital morgue, he couldn’t have gotten out of there any way but on his own two feet.”Hazard returned the roll to his coat pocket. He sucked on the caramel, moving it around his mouth.“I’m sure he’s alive,” Ethan said.Finally Hazard looked at him again. “All this happened before we had lunch.”“Yeah. Listen, man, I didn’t mention it because I didn’t see

Arthur Hughes Ophelia painting

2008-12-10T21:35:00.000-08:00

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cracking wasn’t necessary.If Dunny were half the man that he’d once been, and the wrong half, Ethan preferred not to come face to face with him. Over the years, taken peculiar turns; one final and still darker twist in the road could not be ruled out.The huge living room featured high-end contemporary sofas and stillness distilled. Only his breathing. His heart.Ethan went into the study to seek the source of a soft light.On the chinoiserie desk stood a bronze lamp with an alabaster shade. The buttery-yellow glow struck iridescent colors from the border of mother-of-pearl inlays.Previously a framed photograph of Hannah had been displayed on the desk. It was missing.Ethan recalled his surprise on discovering the photo during his first visit to the apartmentchairs, upholstered in wheat-colored silk. Tables, cabinets, and decorative objects were all Chinese antiques.Either Dunny had discovered a genie-stuffed lamp and had wished himself exquisite taste, or he’d employed a pricey interior designer.Here high above the olive trees, the big windows revealed the buildings across the street and a sky that looked like the soggy char and ashes of a vast, extinguished fire.Outside: a car horn in the distance, the low somber grumble of traffic up on Wilshire Boulevard.The June-bug jitter, scarab click, tumblebug tap of the beetle-voiced rain spoke at the window, click-click-click.In the living room,

Vincent van Gogh The Lowlands at Auvers-Sur-Oise painting

2008-12-07T22:30:00.000-08:00

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An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëove fanyar máryat Elentári ortanëar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;ar sindanóriello caita morniëi falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísiëuntúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.Si vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!`Ah! like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years name of that Lady whom the Elves in these lands of exile name Elbereth.Suddenly the River swept round a bend, and the banks rose upon either side, and the light of Lórien was hidden. To that fair land Frodo never came again.The travellers now turned their faces to the journey; the sun was before them, and their eyes were dazzled, for all were filled with tears. Gimli wept numberless as the wings of trees! The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me? For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever. Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar! Farewell! Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell! ' Varda is the openly.`I have looked the last upon that which was fairest,' he said to Legolas his companion. `Henceforward

Salvador Dali meditative rose painting

2008-12-04T22:54:00.000-08:00

Salvador Dali meditative rose paintingHenri Rousseau The Sleeping Gypsy painting
great mounting curves, and as it rose it grew loftier and wider. There were now no openings to other galleries or tunnels on either side, and the floor was level and sound, without pits or cracks. Evidently they had struck what once had been an important .Gandalf seemed pleased. `I chose the right way,' he said. `At last we are coming to the habitable parts, and I guess that we are not far now from the eastern side. But we are high up, a good deal higher than the Dimrill Gate, unless I am mistaken. From the feeling of the air we must be in a wide hall. I will now risk a little real light.'
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road; and they went forward quicker than they had done on their first march.In this way they advanced some fifteen miles, measured in a direct line east, though they must have actually walked twenty miles or more. As the road climbed upwards` Frodo's spirits rose a little; but he still felt oppressed, and still at times he heard, or thought he heard, away behind the Company and beyond the fall and patter of their feet, a following footstep that was not an echo.They had marched as far as the hobbits could endure without a rest, and all were thinking of a place where they could sleep, when suddenly the walls to right and left vanished. They seemed to have passed through some arched doorway into a black and empty space. There was a great draught of warmer air behind them, and before them the darkness was cold on their faces. They halted and crowded anxiously together

Gustave Caillebotte paintings

2008-12-03T22:49:00.000-08:00

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seem. For this scroll concerns the Ring, and thus wrote Isildur therein:The Great Ring shall go now to be an heirloom of the North Kingdom; but records of it shall be left in Gondor, where also dwell the heirs of Elendil, lest a time come when the memory of these great matters shall grow dim.`And after these words Isildur described the Ring, such as he found it.
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said Denethor. And yet there lie in his hoards many records that few now can read, even of the lore-masters, for their scripts and tongues have become dark to later men. And Boromir, there lies in Minas Tirith still, unread, I guess, by any save Saruman and myself since the kings failed, a scroll that Isildur made himself. For Isildur did not march away straight from the war in Mordor, as some have told the tale.''Some in the North, maybe,' Boromir broke in. 'All know in Gondor that he went first to Minas Anor and dwelt a while with his nephew Meneldil, instructing him, before he committed to him the rule of the South Kingdom. In that time he planted there the last sapling of the White Tree in memory of his brother.'`But in that time also he made this scroll,' said Gandalf; `and that is not remembered in Gondor

Caillebotte Young Man Playing the Piano

2008-12-02T23:58:00.000-08:00

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Your friends sprang aside, off the road, or they would have been ridden down. They knew that nothing could flood appeared, he rushed out, followed by Aragorn and the. others with flaming brands. Caught between fire and water, and seeing an Elf-lord revealed in his wrath, they were dismayed, and their horses were stricken with madness. Three were carried away by the first assault of the flood; the others were now hurled into the water by their horses and overwhelmed.''And is that the end of the Black Riders?' asked Frodo.'No,' said Gandalf. 'Their horses must have perished, and without them they are crippled. But the Ringwraiths themselves cannot be so easily destroyed. However, there is nothing more to fear from them at present. Your friends crossed after the flood had passed; and they found you lying on your face at the top of the bank, with a broken sword under you. The horse was standing guard beside you. You were pale and cold, and they feared that you were dead, or worse. Elrond's folk met them, carrying save you, if the white horse could not. The Riders were too swift to overtake, and too many to oppose. On foot even Glorfindel and Aragorn together could not with stand all the Nine at once.`When the Ringwraiths swept by, your friends ran up behind. Close to the Ford there is a small hollow beside the road masked by a few stunted trees. There they hastily kindled fire; for Glorfindel knew that a flood would come down, if the Riders tried to cross, and then he would have to deal with any that were left on his side of the river. The moment the you slowly towards Rivendell.'`Who made the flood?' asked Frodo.

Volegov Summers Novel eml

2008-12-01T23:47:00.001-08:00

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door of the lodge beyond it, there was a man sitting. He jumped up and fetched a lantern and looked over the gate at them in surprise.'What do you want, and where do you come from?' he asked gruffly.'We are making for the inn here,' answered Frodo. 'We are journeying east and cannot go further tonight.''Hobbits! Four hobbits! And what's more, out of the Shire by their talk,' said the gatekeeper, softly as if speaking to himself. He stared at them darkly for a moment, and then slowly opened the gate and let them ride through.'We don't often see Shire-folk riding on the Road at night,' he went on, as they halted a moment by his door. 'You'll pardon my wondering what takes you away east of Bree! What may your names be, might I ask?''Our names and our are our own, and this does not seem a good place to discuss them,' said Frodo, not liking the look of the man or the tone of his voice.'Your business is your own, no doubt,' said the man; 'but it's my ask questions after nightfall.''We are hobbits from Buckland, and we have a fancy to travel and to stay at the inn here,' put in Merry. 'I am Mr. Brandybuck. Is that enough for you? The Bree-folk used to be fair-spoken to travellers, or so I had heard.'

Matisse Open Window Collioure

2008-11-27T23:49:00.000-08:00

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"I won't! I won't be a Slytherin!"

"James, give it a rest!" said Ginny.
　　　"You'll write to me, won't you?" Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother. "Every day, of you want us to," said Ginny. 　　　"Not every day," said Albus quickly, "James says most people only get letters from about once a month."
　　　"I only said he might be," said James, grinning at his younger brother. "There's nothing wrong with that. He might be in Slytherin"

　　　But James caught his mother's eye and fell silent. The five Potters approached the barrier. With a slightly cocky look over his shoulder at his younger brother, James took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run. A moment later, he had vanished.

Sarto Madonna in Glory and Saints

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enough Plumpies to make soup for all of us. Do sit down and help yourselves to sugar.

　"Now," he remove a tottering pile of papers from an armchair and sat down, his Wellingtoned legs crossed, "how may I help you, Mr. Potter?"

　"Well," said Harry, glancing at Hermione, who nodded encouragingly, "it's about that symbol you were wearing around your neck at Bill and Fleur's while one of the orange radishes had been stuck to a second strap around her forehead.

"Look at this," said Mr. Lovegood. We wondered what it meant."

Xenophilius raised his eyebrows.

"Are you referring to the sign of the Deathly Hallows?"

Pablo Picasso Gertrude Stein painting

2008-11-09T23:39:00.000-08:00

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to put in his own cash. After the two flops, producers have been pulling out fast. So if this one goes down, he's broke, done for, _funtoosh_." Gibreel had embarked on a modern--dress remake of the Ramayana story in which the heroes and heroines had become corrupt and evil instead of pure and free from sin. Here was a lecherous, drunken Rama and a flighty Sita; while Ravana, the demon-king, was depicted as an upright and honest man. "Gibreel is playing Ravana," George explained in fascinated horror. "Looks like he's trying deliberately to set up a final confrontation with religious sectarians, knowing he can't win, that he'll be broken into bits." Several members of the cast had already walked off the production, and given lurid interviews accusing Gibreel of "blasphemy", "satanism" and other misdemeanours. His most recent mistress, Pimple Billimoria, was seen on the cover of _Ciné-Blitz_, saying: "It was like kissing the Devil." Gibreel's old problem of suiphurous halitosis had evidently returned with a vengeance.

Thomas Moran The Angry Sea painting

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had used the Brunel story to taunt him, he shouted, it was a deliberate and cruel threat. "You want men down on their knees," he screamed, every scrap of his selfcontrol long gone. "Me, I do not kneel."
"That's it," she said. "Out." to give him a way of staying. But she shrugged and walked away, and it was then, at that precise moment of his greatest wrath, that the boundaries of the earth broke, he heard a noise like the bursting of a dam, and as the spirits of the world of dreams
His anger redoubled. Clutching his toga around him, he stalked into the bedroom to dress, putting on the only clothes he possessed, including the scarlet--lined gabardine overcoat and grey felt trilby of Don Enriquc Diamond; Allie stood in the doorway and watched. "Don't think I'm coming back," he yelled, knowing his rage was more than sufficient to get him out of the door, waiting for her to begin to calm him down, to speak softly,

Gustave Courbet The Origin of the World painting

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Jamie Lee Curtis’s acting really drives the story past just the mundane slasher and into reality. She keeps the character of Laurie realistic the entire way throughout the first movie, from paranoid to cool headed to terrified. She is also great in the first sequel, although her performance doesn’t shine through as well. She quickly made up for this in ‘Halloween H20’ though, and gave the character a depth and true meaning that anyone going through the characters tragedies would be suffering from. A true ‘scream queen,’ it was just a shame she starred in the terrible ‘Halloween Resurrection,’ but at least it wasn’t Rob Zombies re-make.
4. Virginia Madsen – Helen Lyle – ‘Candyman’ – 1992
Virginia Madsen really brings the short story, ‘The Forbidden.’ Madsen plays the role realistically and really envelopes the audience into the characters nightmarish world; going from everyday graduate student into murder suspect, while facing off against the hook-handed Candyman. Her understated role is played strongly and reflects the characters persona perfectly, causing the audience to ask what is real and what isn’t?

Claude Monet Woman under the Willows painting

2008-10-23T00:15:00.001-07:00

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hundred; he's an enthusiastic Leek Greener." Sejanus looked significantly at Tiberius, who had heard the whole exchange and was astonished at Silius's boldness. He took it as a good omen when the leader of the Leek Green chariot fell in rounding the mark on the last lap but one, and Scarlet came in an easy winner.
Ten days later Silius was impeached before the Senate. The charge was high treason. He was accused of having connived in the French revolt during its earlier stages and having taken a third part of the plunder as payment for non-intervention, of making his victory the excuse for further plunder of loyal provincials, and of afterwards imposing excessive emergency taxes on the province for the expenses of the campaign. Sosia was accused of complicity in the same offences. Silius had been unpopular at the Palace ever since the French rebellion. Tiberius had come in for a good deal of criticism for not having taken the field against the rebels, and for having shown more interest

Pablo Picasso Gertrude Stein painting

2008-10-17T20:45:00.000-07:00

Pablo Picasso Gertrude Stein paintingTamara de Lempicka Portrait of Madame paintingEric Wallis Girls at the Beach painting
Three days later Pollio died. He left me in his will a collection of early Latin histories, but they were withheld from me. My uncle Tiberius said that it was a mistake: that they were intended for him, our names being so similar. His stipulation about my having the authority to make corrections everyone treated as a joke; but I of Cicero's which I was able to prove a forgery by Clodius Pulcher. Cicero had incurred Clodius's enmity by witnessing against him when he was accused of attending the sacrifice of the Good Goddess disguised as a woman-musician. This Clodius was another of the bad Claudians.kept my promise to Pollio some twenty years later. I found that he had written very severely on the character of Cicero-a vain, vacillating, timorous fellow-and while not disagreeing with this verdict I felt it necessary to point out that he was not a traitor too, as Pollio had made him out. Pollio was relying on some correspondence

Albert Bierstadt The Shore of the Turquoise Sea painting

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Albert Bierstadt The Shore of the Turquoise Sea paintingDante Gabriel Rossetti Paolo and Francesca paintingDante Gabriel Rossetti A Sea Spell painting
took her problem to Farm Street and propounded it in general terms, not in the confessional, but in a dark little parlour kept for such interviews. ‘Surely, Father, it can’t be wrong to commit a small sin myself in order to keep him from a much worse one?’
But the gentle old Jesuit was unyielding. She barely listened to him; he was refusing her what she wanted, that was all she needed to know.
When he had finished he said, ‘Now you had better make your confession.’ ‘No, thank you,’ she said, as though refusing the offer of something in a shop. ‘I don’t think I want to today,’ and walked angrily Home.
From that moment she shut her mind against her religion. And