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Jack Vettriano Ritual of Courtship

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

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a couple of associates whose apparent knowledge of music extended only to the amount of percussion available on the human skull. His determined expression suggested that he was not there for his health, although the fact that the Guild officers had a in order to become accompanied.
The odd thing was that, although people were jammed along the benches, she had space all around her. She was quite attractive in a skinny way, Ridcully thought. What was the tomboy word? Gammon, or something. She was wearing a black lace dress of the sort worn by healthy young women who want to look consumptive, and had a raven sitting on her shoulder.
She turned her head, saw Ridcully looking at her, and vanished.
More or less.
He was a wizard, after all. He felt his eyes watering as she flickered in and out of vision.mean look about them rather hinted he was there for other people's health, mostly in order to take it away.Ridcully brightened up. The evening might just possibly be more interesting than he had expected.There was another table near the stage. He nearly didn't notice it, and then his gaze swivelled back to it of its own accord.There was a young woman sitting there, all by herself. Of course, it wasn't unusual to see young women in the Drum. Even unaccompanied young women. They were generally there

Bill Brauer The Gold Dress

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

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with all the rights due to citizens of both states,
particularly the right sands. From it came what could very accurately be called the strains of an accordion, since someone seemed to want to play a tune but kept on running into difficulties after a few bars, and starting again.
Someone knocked on the door.
After a while there was a scraping on the other side and a small hatch opened.
'Yes, offendi?'
IS THIS THE KLATCHIAN FOREIGN LEGION?to pay just as much tax as could be squeezed out of them and be drafted in to fight wars against people they'd never heard of. So as a result of the dotted line Klatch was now incipiently at war with Hersheba and the D'regs, Hersheba was at war with the D'regs and Klatch, and the D'regs were at war with everyone, including one another, and having considerable fun because the D'reg word for 'stranger' was the same as for 'target'.The fort was one of the legacies of the dotted line.Now it was a dark rectangle on the hot silver

Salvador Dali The Crucifixion

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

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right, all right,' he said. 'I can see how this is going. And supposing I say no?'
There was another of those long, long pauses, wherein may be seen the possibilities of several different futures.
'Do you know, sir, I never even considered that you'd say no?'
'You didn't?'
'No, sir.''Why not?'
'Because I could command the Watch. Because . . . people should do things because an officer tells them. They shouldn't do it just because Corporal Carrot says so. Just because Corporal Carrot is . . . good at being obeyed.' Carrot's face was carefully blank.
An interesting point.''I'm intrigued. Why not?''It's all for the good of the city, sir. Do you know where the word "policeman" comes from? It means "man of the city", sir. From the old word polis.''Yes. I do know.'The Patrician looked at Carrot. He seemed to be shuffling futures in his head. Then:'Yes. I accede to all the requests, except the one involving Corporal Nobbs. And you, I think, should be promoted to Captain.''Ye-es. I agree, sir. That would be a good thing for Ankh-Morpork. But I will not command the Watch, if that's what you mean.'

Cao Yong CAFE BELLA

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

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little friend.'
'In the Assassins' Guild? Just us?'
'Um. You've got a point.'
Carrot looked so crestfallen that Angua gave in.
'What time is it?' it to me.'
'How?'
'Er . . . I . . . well, I could get out of uniform, couldn't I, and, oh, talk my way in as a kitchen maid's sister or something . . .'
Carrot looked doubtful.
'You think that'll work?'she said.Carrot very carefully took Captain Vimes' presentation watch out of its cloth case.'It's—'—abing, abing, abong, bong . . . bing . . . bing . . .They waited patiently until it had finished.'A quarter to seven,' said Carrot. Absolutely accurate, too. I put it right by the big sundial in the University.'Angua glanced at the sky.'OK,' she said. 'I can find out, I think. Leave

Eduard Manet Bouquet Of Violets

2009-04-28T23:55:00.000-07:00

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sketches of strange mechanical devices alongside it, and a couple of the little six-pipe things. The whole drawing looked like a up all over the place, or it'd be destroyed. It wouldn't end up in the Assassins' museum. What got put in museums?
Things that hadn't worked, or had got lost, or ought to be remembered . . . so where's the sense in putting our firework on show?
There had been a lot of locks on the door. So . . . not a museum you just wandered into, then. Maybe you had to be a high-up Assassin, and one day one of the Guild leaders'd doodle. Someone, possibly this Leonard, had been reading a book about fireworks and had scribbled in the margins.Fireworks.Well. . . fireworks? But fireworks weren't a weapon. Crackers went bang. Rockets went up, more or less, but all you could be sure of them hitting was the sky.Hammerhock was noted for his skill with mechanisms. That wasn't a major dwarfish attribute. People thought it was, but it wasn't. They were skilled with metal all right, and they made good swords and jewellery, but they weren't too technical when it came to things like cogwheels and springs. Hammerhock was unusual.So. . .Supposing there was a weapon. Supposing there was something about it that was different, strange, terrifying.No, that couldn't be it. It'd either end

Henri Rousseau Sleeping Gypsy

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

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unclasped his hands from his head and rolled over.
'What'd you do that for, captain?' said Carrot. 'I wasn't—'
'It was attacking a dragon!' shouted Vimes. 'One that wouldn't back down!'
He pulled himself to his knees and tapped Carrot's breast-plate.
'You polish that up real bright!' he said. 'You can see yourself in it. So can anything else!'
'Oh, yes, of course horror.
'Gosh,' he said.

Sergeant Colon surveyed the butts. Then he removed his helmet and wiped his forehead.
'I think perhaps Lance-Constable Angua shouldn't have another go with the longbow until we've worked out how to stop her . . . her getting in the way.'there's that,' said Lady Sybil. 'Everyone knows you should keep dragons away from mirrors—''Mirrors,' said Carrot. 'Hey, there were bits of—''Yes. He showed Chubby a mirror,' said Vimes.'The poor little thing must have been trying to make himself bigger than himself,' said Carrot.'We're dealing here,' said Vimes, 'with a twisted mind.''Oh, no! You think so?''Yes.''But . . . no . . . you can't be right. Because Nobby was with us all the time.''Not Nobby,' said Vimes testily. 'Whatever he might do to a dragon, I doubt if he'd make it explode. There's stranger people in this world than Corporal Nobbs, my lad.'Carrot's expression slid into a rictus of intrigued

Salvador Dali Argus

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

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'You, sir . . . Lord Monflathers! The first Duke led six hundred men to a glorious and epic de-feat at the Battle of Quirm! Does that mean n-othing? And you, Lord Venturii, and you, Sir George . . . sitting in Ankh in your old houses with your old namesand all that,' said Viscount Skater. 'Ladies in pointy hats. Chappies in armour bashin' one another and whatnot. But, y'know, we have to move with the times—'
'It was a golden age,' said Edward.
My god, thought Lord Rust. He actually does believe it.
'You see, dear boy,' said Lady Selachii, 'a few chance likenesses and a piece of jewellery – that doesn't really and your old money, while Guilds – Guilds] Ragtags of tradesmen and merchants! – Guilds, I say, have a voice in the r-unning of the city!'He reached a bookshelf in two strides and threw a huge leather-bound book on the table, where it upset Lord Rust's glass.'Twurp's P-eerage,' he shouted. 'We all have pages in there! We own it. But this man has you mesmerized! I assure you he is flesh and blood, a mere mortal! No-one dares remove him because they th-ink it will make things a little worse for themselves! Ye g-ods!'His audience looked glum. It was all true, of course. . . if you put it that way. And it didn't sound any better coming from a wild-eyed, pompous young man.'Yes, yes, the good old days. Towerin' spires and pennants and chivalry

Diego Rivera Detroit Industry

2009-04-24T00:29:00.000-07:00

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don’t talk about this one.”
“And you want to go into it?”
“Yes.”
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“You want to find elves?”
“That’s right. Now, are you going to stand here all night, or are you going to crowbar that stone?” She gave him a nudge. “There’s gold down there, you know.”
“Oh, yes, thanks under the stone and pulled on it with dwarfish strength. After a moment’s resistance the stone swung up.
There were steps below, thick with earth and old roots.
Nanny started down them without a look back, and then realized that the dwarf wasn’t following.
“What’s the matter?”very much,” said Casanunda sarcasti-cally. “That’s speciesist, that is. Just because I am ... verti-cally disadvantaged, you’re trying to get round me with gold, yes? Dwarfs are just a lot of appetites on legs, that’s what you think. Hah!”Nanny sighed.“Oh, all right,” she said. “Tell you what. . . when we get back home, I’ll bake you some proper dwarf bread, how about that?”Casanunda’s face split into a disbelieving grin.“Real dwarf bread?”“Yes. I reckon I’ve still got the recipe, and anyway it’s been weeks since I emptied out the cat box.”“Well, all right—.”Casanunda rammed one end of the crowbar
“Never liked dark and enclosed spaces much.”

Thomas Kinkade La Jolla Cove

2009-04-22T23:51:00.000-07:00

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younger then. Now, once is enough.” Granny’s boots creaked as she turned and started to walk quickly back toward the town. Ridcully lumbered after her.
“What’s the hurry?”
“Got important things to do,” said Granny, without turn-ing around. “Been letting everyone down.” “Some people might say this is important.” “No. It’s just personal. Personal’s not the same as impor-tant. People just think it is.”
Terry Pratchettand drunkenness, would I?”
Ridcully looked bewildered.
“What womanizing?”
“We’re talking about what might have been.”
“But I’m a wizard! We hardly ever womanize. There’s laws about it. Well. . . rules. Guidelines, anyway.”
“But you wouldn’t have been a wizard then.”“You’re doing it again!”“What?”“I don’t know what the other future would have been like,” said Ridcully, “but I for one would have liked to give it a try.”Granny paused. Her mind was crackling with relief. Should she tell him about the memories? She opened her mouth to do so, and then thought again. No. He’d get soppy.“I’d have been crabby and bad-tempered,” she said, instead.“That goes without saying.”“Hah! And what about you? I’d have put up with all your womanizing

Cao Yong Catalina

2009-04-21T00:55:00.000-07:00

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Out cold,” she said. “Off playing with the fairies.”
She picked the girl “Well, do you know how to cure her?”
“Me? No!”
“Right! Me neither. But I know someone who might know,” she said. “And we can shove him in the dungeons for now. Lots of iron bars down there. That should keep him quiet.”up. “Come on. I’ll carry her, you bring Mr. Tinkerbell.”“That was brave of you, carrying her over your shoul-der,” said Nanny. “With them elves firing arrows, too.”“And it meant less chance of one hitting me, too,” said Granny.Nanny Ogg was shocked.“What? You never thought that, did you?”“Well, she’d been hit already. If I’d been hit too, neither of us’d get out,” said Granny, simply.“But that’s—that’s a bit heartless, Esme.”“Heartless it may be, but headless it ain’t. I’ve never claimed to be nice, just to be sensible. No need to look like that. Now, are you coming or are you going to stand there with your mouth open all day?”Nanny closed her mouth, and then opened it again to say:“What’re you going to do?”

Pino DAYDREAM

2009-04-20T00:13:00.000-07:00

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off. Store doing all right, is it?”
Lancre’s only storekeeper gave her the look a three-legged mouse gives an athletic cat. Nevertheless, he tried.
“Oh, terrible bad, terrible bad business is right now, Mrs. Ogg.”
“Same as normal, eh?”
Mr. Quarney’s expression was pleading. He knew he wasn’t going to get out without something, he just wanted to know what it was.
“Well, now,” come amiss, eh? And she’ll probably want extra help come harvest. I knows I can depend on you all. Now, off you go ...”
They ran for it, leaving Nanny Ogg standing triumphantly in the doorway.
Jason Ogg looked at her hopelessly, a fifteen-stone man reduced to a four-year-old boy.said Nanny, “you know the widow Scrope, lives over in Slice?”Quarney’s mouth opened.“She’s not a widow,” he said. “She—““Bet you half a dollar?” said Nanny.Quarney’s mouth stayed open, and around it the rest of his face recomposed itself in an expression of fascinated horror.“So she’s to be allowed credit, right, until she gets the farm on its feet,” said Nanny, in the silence. Quamey nod-ded mutely.48LOR06 ftttQ LftQ/£6“That goes for the rest of you men listening outside the door,” said Nanny, raising her voice. “Dropping a cut of meat on her doorstep once a week wouldn’t

Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect Day

2009-04-17T00:19:00.000-07:00

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gods of the Discworld live.
At the least, any god who is anybody. And it is strange that, although it takes years of effort and work and scheming for a god to get there, once there they never seem to do a lot apart from drink too much and indulge in a little mild corruption. Many "Right," he said.
Io, God of Thunder, looked up from his throne and waved his hammer threateningly.
"Who are you?"
Om strode toward the throne, picked up to by his toga, and gave a quick jab with his forehead.systems of government follow the same broad lines.They play games. They tend to be very simple games, because gods are easily bored by complicated things. It is strange that, while small gods can have one aim in mind for millions of years, are in fact one aim, large gods seem to have the attention span of the common mosquito.And style? If the gods of the Discworld were people they would think that three plaster ducks is a bit avant-garde.There was a double door at the end of the main hall.It rocked to a thunderous knocking.The gods looked up vaguely from their various preoccupations, shrugged and turned away.The doors burst inward.Om strode through the debris, looking around with the air of one who has a search to complete and not a lot of time to do it in.

Gustav Klimt Schubert at the Piano

2009-04-16T00:30:00.000-07:00

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Really?"
"I built it. I know about it. You know about swords and spears and things. I know about things that go round and round. It will work first time."
"Good. Well, there are other things I've got to do-”
"Right."
Urn was left alone in the barn. He looked reflectively at his hammer, and then at the iron cart.
They didn't know how to cast bronze properly here. Their iron was pathetic, just pathetic. Their copper? It was terrible. stood over it, with drawn swords.
"The Turtle people . . . the people are plotting something," it said, the voice shrill with terror.
"Of course they are. Of course they are," said Vorbis. "And what is this plot?"
"There is some kind of . . . when you are confirmed as Cenobiarch . . . some kind of device, some machine that goes by itself . . . it will smash down the doors of the Temple . . ."They seemed to be able to make steel that shattered at a blow. Over the years the Quisition had weeded out all the good smiths.He'd done the best he could, but . . ."Just don't ask me about the second or third time," he said quietly to himself. Vorbis sat in the stone chair in his garden, papers strewn around him."Well?"The kneeling figure did not look up. Two guards
The voice faded away.
"And where is this device now?" said Vorbis.
"I don't know. They've bought iron from me. That's all I know

William Bouguereau Youth

2009-04-15T00:20:00.000-07:00

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sunlight pooled on a big stone table in the center of the room. Urn unrolled the length of a scroll. Brilliant flowers glowed in the golden light.
"Orinjcrates' On the Nature of Plants," said Didactylos. "Six hundred plants and their uses . . ."
"They're beautiful," whispered Brutha.
"Yes, that is one Brutha looked down at a picture of a turtle. There were . . . elephants, they're elephants, his memory supplied, from the fresh memories of the bestiary sinking indelibly into his mind . . . elephants on its back, and on them something with mountains and a waterfall of an ocean around its edge . . .
"How can this be?" said Brutha. "A world on the back of a tortoise? Why does everyone tell me this? This can't be true!"
"Tell that to the mariners," said Didactylos. "Everyone who's ever sailed the Rim Ocean knows of the uses of plants," said Didactylos. "And one which old Orinjcrates neglected to notice, too. Well done. Show him Philo's Bestiary, Urn."Another scroll unrolled. There were dozens of Pictures of animals, thousands of unreadable words."But . . . pictures of animals . . . it's wrong . . . isn't it wrong to . . .""Pictures of just about everything in there," said Didactylos.Art was not permitted in Omnia."And this is the book Didactylos wrote," said Urn.

Henri Matisse Le bonheur de vivre

2009-04-13T23:11:00.000-07:00

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nodded. They put a hood over your face. All the novices knew that. Stories were told in the dormitories. They put a cloth over your face so the inquisitors didn't know who they were working on . . .
"Good. Now, we are going into the next room. Be careful where you tread."
Hands guided him upright and across the floor. Through the mists of incomprehension he felt the brush of the curtain, and Seated on stools at the far end of the room, with a Holy Legionary on either side of them, were three figures. He recognized the aquiline face of Deacon Vorbis; the other two were a short and stocky man, and a very fat one. Not heavily built, like Brutha, but a genuine lard tub. All three wore plain gray robes.
There was no sign of any branding irons, or even of scalpels.then was jolted down some steps and into a sandyfloored room. The hands spun him a few times, firmly but without apparent ill-will, and then led him along a passageway. There was the swish of another curtain, and then the indefinable sense of a larger space.Afterward, long afterward, Brutha realized: there was no terror. A hood had been slipped over his head in the room of the head of the Quisition, and it never occurred to him to be terrified. Because he had faith."There is a stool behind you. Be seated."Brutha sat."You may remove the hood."Brutha removed the hood.He blinked.

Jean Francois Millet Spring

2009-04-13T00:32:00.000-07:00

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hadn't noticed Rincewind. It was too busy concentrating on the light.
Rincewind crawled back to the still body of Coin and nudged it gently.
'Are you alive?' looked blankly at the cold silver sand, then at the sky, then at the distant Things, and then at Rincewind.
'I don't know what to do,' he said.
'No harm in that. I've never known what to do,' said Rincewind with hollow cheerfulness. 'Been completely at a loss my whole life.' He hesitated. 'I think it's called being human, or something.'
'But I've always known what to do!'he said. 'If you're not, I'd prefer it if you didn't answer.'Coin rolled over and stared up at him with puzzled eyes. After a while he said, 'I remember-’'Best not to,' said Rincewind.The boy's hand groped vaguely in the sand beside him.'It isn't here any more,' said Rincewind, quietly. The hand stopped its searching.Rincewind helped Coin to sit up. He

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida UNA INVESTIGACIoN

2009-04-10T00:13:00.000-07:00

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wide open, they were tightly shut. They seemed to glow.
'You three are privileged to be here,' said the hat through Abrim's slack mouth. 'This is the moment when wizardry stops running,' he glanced witheringly at Rincewind, 'and starts fighting back. You will remember it for the rest of 'He had you thrown in a snake pit!'
'Perhaps I should have taken the hint.'
The vizier started to mutter. Even Rincewind, whose few talents included a gift for languages, didn't recognise it, but it sounded the kind of language designed specifically for muttering, the words curling out like scythes at ankle height, dark and red and merciless. They made complicated swirls in your lives.''What, until lunchtime?' said Rincewind weakly.'Watch closely,' said Abrim. He extended his hands.'If we get a chance,' whispered Rincewind to Nijel, 'we run, right?''Where to?''From,' said Rincewind, 'the important word is from.''I don't trust this man,' said Nijel. 'I try not to judge from first impressions, but I definitely think he's up to no good.'

Vincent van Gogh Self-Portrait with Straw

2009-04-09T01:28:00.000-07:00

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small newt-haunted meadow known rather optimistically as Wizards Pleasaunce. On summer evenings, if the wind was blowing towards the river, it was a nice area for an afternoon stroll.
The warm silver haze still hung over the city as Coin padded through the damp grass until he reached the centre. He And then came the first tremor. A few leaves fell out of the trees and some distant water bird took off in fright.
The sound started as a low groaning, experienced rather than heard, as though everyone's feet had suddenly become their ears. The trees trembled, and so did one or two wizards.tossed the egg, which drifted in a gentle arc and landed with a squelch.He turned to the wizards as they hurried up.'Stand well back,' he commanded. 'And be prepared to run.'He pointed the octiron staff at the half-sunken thing. A bolt of octarine light shot from its tip and struck the egg, exploding into a shower of sparks that left blue and purple after-images.There was a pause. A dozen wizards watched the egg expectantly.A breeze shook the willow trees in a totally unmysterious way.Nothing else happened.'Er-’ Spelter began.

Joseph Mallord William Turner Dido Building Carthage

2009-04-08T01:29:00.001-07:00

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fled past him, followed by dozens of its tribe. Some of them were wearing clothes but that wasn't unusual for the open.
'Ah. It's, um, Rincewind, isn't it?' said the bursar, without much enthusiasm. 'What's the matter?'
'We're sinking!'
The bursar stared at him for a few moments. His name was Spelter. He was tall and wiry and looked as though he had been a horse in previous lives and had only just avoided it in this one. He always gave people the impression that he was looking at them University, where the high level of background magic does strange things to genes.As he stared around him Rincewind could see other streams of grey bodies leaving the University by every drainpipe and flowing towards the outside wall. The ivy by his ear rustled and a group of rats made a series of death-defying leaps on to his shoulders and slid down his robe. They otherwise ignored him totally but, again, this wasn't particularly unusual. Most creatures ignored Rincewind.He turned and fled into the University, skirts flapping around his knees, until he reached the bursar's study. He hammered on the door, which creaked

Thomas Kinkade Make a Wish Cottage

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

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feeling massively ashamed for quite a long time.
When the casualties were cleared away the survivors went on to polka, mazurka, fox-trot, turkey-trot and trot a variety of
‘If you boys don’t go on playing, William Spigot. I will personally make sure your life becomes absolutely foul.’
And it returned to the press of bodies.
The fiddler looked down at the diamond. It could have ransomed any five kings the world would care to name. He kicked it hurriedly behind him.other ?4Lds? and beasts, and then to those dances where people form an arch and other people dance down it, which are incidentally generally based on folk memories of executions, and other dances where people form a circle, which are generally based on folk memories of plagues.Through it all two figures whirled as though there was no tomorrow. The lead fiddler was dimly aware that, when he paused for breath, a spinning figure tapdanced a storm out of the ?mtICe? and a voice by his ear said:YOU WILL CONTINUE, I PROMISE YOU.When he flagged a second time a diamond as big as his fist landed on the boards in front of him. A smaller figure sashayed out of the dancers and said:

Henri Rousseau The Flamingos

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

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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, sort of thing. If he doesn’t get at least a onestorey something,’ said Doreen. ‘Vaiting, I mean.’
‘It’s scary, ‘ said Ludmilla.
‘Nothing wrong with scary,’ said Doreen.’We’re scary.’
‘Mr Poons wants to go inside the heap,’ said Ludmilla.
‘Good idea. Get them to turn that damn music off,’ said Arthur.
‘But you could get killed!’ said Ludmilla.
start he can’t get up a proper airspeed.’ ‘I can’t get a proper airspeed,’ said Arthur, struggling to his feet.‘Excuse me, ‘ said Windle, ‘The music doesn’t affect you?’ ‘It puts my teeth on edge is what it does,’ said Arthur.’Which is not a good thing for a vampire, I prob’ly don’t have to tell you.’ ‘Mr Poons thinks it does something to people, ‘ said Ludmilla.‘Sets everyone’s teeth on edge?’ said Arthur.Windle looked at the crowd. No-one was taking any notice of the Fresh Starters.‘They look as though they’re waiting for

Thomas Kinkade The Night Before Christmas

2009-04-03T00:41:00.000-07:00

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don’t think one is expected to subject them to, er, physical exertion.’ ‘Should think not, man. We don’t want a lot of healthy ghosts buzzin’ around.’
There was a blood-curdling scream. It echoed around the dark pillars and arches, and was suddenly cut off.
The They peered around the corner. The Archchancellor was sitting up, rubbing his ankle.
‘What idiot left this here?’ he said.
‘Left what?’ said the Dean.
‘This blasted wire baskety wheely thing,’ said the Archchancellor. Beside
him, a tiny purple spider-like creature materialised out of the air and scuttledArchchancellor stopped abruptly. The wizards cannoned into him.‘Sounded like a blood-curdlin’ scream, ‘ he said.’Follow me!’ He ran around the corner. There was a metallic crash, and a lot of swearing. Something small and striped red and yellow, with tiny dripping fangs and three pairs of wings, flew around the corner and shot over the Dean’s head making a noise like a miniature buzzsaw. ‘Anyone know what that was?’ said the Bursar, faintly. The thing orbited the wizards and then disappeared into the darkness of the roof. ‘And I wish he wouldn’t swear so.’‘Come on,’ said the Dean. ‘We’d better see what’s happened to him.’‘Must we?’ said the Senior Wrangler.

Edvard Munch Puberty 1894

2009-04-02T00:35:00.000-07:00

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didn’t have time to feed the cat, could someone go - shutupshutup!
That was One-Man-Bucket again. you’ve got no idea have you? this is ghost talk, is it? feed the cat? whatever happened to ‘I am very happy here, and waiting for you to join me’?
l .
‘I ain’t going to tell no priests,’ said Mrs Cake firmly.
It wasn’t that Mrs Cake wasn’t a religious woman.
She was, as has already been hinted, a very religious woman indeed. There wasn’t a temple, church, mosque or small group of standing stones anywhere in the city that she hadn’t attended at one time listen, if anyone else joins us, we’ll be standing on one another’s heads -l that’s not the point. that’s not the point, that’s all I’m saying. when you’re a spirit, there’s things you gotta say. Mrs Cake? ‘Yes?’l you got to tell someone about this.Mrs Cake nodded.‘Now you all go away,’ she said. ‘I’m getting one of my headaches.’The crystal ball faded.‘Well!’ said Ludmilla

Albert Moore Idyll

2009-04-01T00:17:00.000-07:00

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Under Things to Do, a crabbed hand had written: Die.
The Bursar couldn’t stop himself from turning the page.
Yes. Under tomorrow’s date, Things to Do: Get Born. His gaze slid sideways to a small table at the side of the room. Despite the fact that the room was quite crowded, there was an area of clear floor around the table, as if it had some kind of personal space that no-one was about to invade.
There had been special instructions in the Going Away ceremony concerning the table. It had to have a black cloth, with a few magic sigils embroidered on it.
It had a plate‘I’m thinking of coming back as a woman,’ he said conversationally.
The Bursar opened and shut his mouth a few times. ‘I’m looking forward to it,’ Poons went on.’I think it might, mm, be jolly good fun.’
The Bursar riffled desperately through his limited, containing a selection of the better ?canal’s?. It had a glass of wine. After considerable discussion among the wizards, a funny paper hat had been added as well.They all had an expectant look.The Bursar took out his watch and flicked open the ??? It was one of the ?new-fanged? pocket watches, with hands. They pointed to a quarter past nine. He shook it. A small hatch opened under the 12 and a very small demon poked its head out and said, ‘Knock it off, guv’nor, I ‘m pedalling as fast as I can.’He closed the watch again and looked around desperately. No-one else seemed anxious to come too near Windle Poons. The Bursar felt it was up to him to make polite conversation. He surveyed possible topics. They all presented problems.Windle Poons helped him out.

Salvador Dali Living Still Life

2009-03-31T00:35:00.001-07:00

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Do you think he saw where we’d taken out the bricks?’
‘No, I was standing in front of the holes,’ said the Chair.
‘Come on, then. Where were we?’
‘Look, I , and as far as he was concerned it was to be pushed everywhere and generally pandered to.
It was wide and long and steered by means of a little front wheel and a long cast‑iron handle. Cast iron, in fact, featured largely in its construction. Bits of baroque ironwork adorned its frame, which seemed to have been made of iron drainpipes welded together. The rear wheels did not in fact have blades affixed to them, but looked as though these were optional extras. There were various dread levers which only really think this is most unwise,’ said the Dean.‘Just shut up, old chap, and hold this brick.’‘Very well, but tell me this; how do you propose to get the wheelchair over?’They looked at Poons’ wheelchair.There are wheelchairs which are lightweight and built to let their owners function fully and independently in modern society. To the thing inhabited by Poons, they were as gazelles to a hippopotamus. Poona was well aware of his function in modern society

George Bellows The Picnic

2009-03-30T00:13:00.001-07:00

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it would have to wait, because of the row that was going on.
It was over the third major part in Blown Away. Victor was of course the dashing but dangerous hero, Ginger was the only possible choice for the female lead, but the second male role ‑the dull but dutiful one ‑ was causing trouble.
Victor had never seen anyone stamp their foot in anger before. He’d always thought it was something they did only to get elementalist about this?’
Now it was Ginger’s turn to wave her hands. ‘I like trolls,’ she said. ‘As trolls, that is. But you can’t seriously mean me to do a romantic scene with a, a, a cliff face.’
‘Now look here,’ said Rock, his voice winding up like a pitcher’s arm. ‘What you’re saying is, is OK for trolls to be shown bashing people with clubs, is not OK to show trolls have in books. But Ginger was doing it.‘Because I’d look an idiot, that’s why!’ she was saying.Soll, who was by now feeling like a lightning rod on a stormy day, waved his hand frantically.‘But he’s ideal for the role!’ he said. ‘It calls for a solid character‑‘‘Solid? Of course he’s solid! He’s made of stone!’ shouted Ginger. ‘He might have a suit of chain mail and a false moustache but he’s still a troll!’Rock, looming monolithically over the pair of them, cleared his throat noisily.‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘I hope we’re not going

Alphonse Maria Mucha Dance

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

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you tell Dibbler everything I told you?’ he said.
‘Yes. He was very upset when I mentioned about going to Untied Alchemists.’
Gaspode sniggered.
‘An’ you told him what I said about a verbal contract not being worth the paper it’s printed on?’
‘Yes. He ‘Now, there’s some new words I want you to learn,’ said Gaspode. ‘Think you can?’
‘I hope so.’
‘ "Per-cent-age of the gross" ‘, said Gaspode. ‘There. Think you can remember it?’
‘ "Per-cent-age of the gross",’ said Victor.
‘Good lad.’
‘What does it mean?’ said he didn’t understand what I meant. But he gave me a cigar. And he said he’d pay for me and Ginger to go to AnkhMorpork soon. He said he’s got a really big picture planned.’ ‘What is it?’ said Gaspode suspiciously. ‘He didn’t say.’ ‘Listen, lad,’ said Gaspode, ‘Dibbler’s making a fortune. I counted it. There were five thousand, two hundred and seventy-three dollars and fifty-two pence on Son’s desk. And you earned it. Well, you and Ginger did.’ ‘Gosh!’

Salvador Dali Equestrian Fantasy - Portrait of Lady Dunn

2009-03-26T00:31:00.000-07:00

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off and fight the Balgrog, and you,’ he pointed to the girl, ‘you, you, you just follow him and look as, as rescued as you possibly can, OK?’
‘I’m good at that,’ she said, resignedly.
‘No, no, no,’ said Dibbler, putting his head in his hands. ‘Not that again!’
‘Isn’t that what you wanted?’ said Silverfish. ‘Fights and rescues?’
‘There’s got to be more to it than that!’ said Dibbler.
‘Like what?’ Silverfish.
‘They’re meant to! That’s what people expect!’
‘And I’m giving them what they expect, too,’ said Silverfish. ‘People like to see more of what they expect. Fights and chases, that sort of thing–’
‘ ‘Scuse me, Mister Silverfish,’ said the handleman, above the angry chattering of the demons.
‘Yes?’ snapped Dibbler. Silverfish demanded. ‘Oh, I don’t know. Razzmatazz. Oomph. The old zonkaroonie.’ ‘Funny noises? We haven’t got sound.’ ‘Everyone makes clicks about people running around and fighting and falling over,’ said Dibbler. ‘There should be something more. I’ve been looking at the things you make here, and they all look the same to me.’ ‘Well, all sausages look the same to me,’ snapped
‘ ‘Scuse me, Mister Dibbler, but I got to feed ‘em ina quarter of a hour.’

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Blue Yellow 2

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

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he had a thin moustache, which in a certain light made him look debonair and, in another, made him look as though he had been drinking a thick chocolate milk shake.
He was quite proud of it. When you became a wizard you were expected to stop shaving and grow a beard like a gorse bush, student wizards had quietly got around, or more precisely climbed over, Unseen University’s curfew restrictions.
The plaza wasn’t on the route.
He turned to amble back the way he had come, and then stopped. There was something unusual going on.
Usually there’d be a storyteller there, or some musicians, or an entrepreneur looking for prospective buyers of such surplus Ankh-Morpork landmarks as the Tower of Art or the Brass . Very senior wizards looked capable of straining nourishment out of the air via their moustaches, like whales. It was now half-past one. He was ambling back from the Mended Drum, the most determinedly disreputable of the city’s taverns. Victor Tugelbend always gave the impression of ambling, even when he was running. He was also quite sober and a bit surprised, therefore, to find himself in the Plaza of Broken Moons. He’d been heading for the little alley behind the University and the piece of wall with the conveniently spaced removable bricks where, for hundreds and hundreds of years

Sandro Botticelli Venus and Mars

2009-03-23T00:52:00.000-07:00

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the sea,' said Teppic. 'I told you, remember. Waves and things.'
'You said it was all green and rough.'
zipping overhead. You Bastard glanced up at it briefly and then turned his head and stared fixedly at a very small area of sand.
A second later the arrow thudded into it.
Then he tested the weight on his feet and did a small calculation which revealed that two people had been subtracted from his back. Further summation indicated that they had been added to the dune.
'What did you do that for?' said Ptraci, spitting out sand.
'Someone fired at us!'
'I shouldn't think so. I mean, they didn't know we were here, did the'Sometimes it is.' 'Hmm.' The tone of voice suggested that she disapproved of the sea but, before she could explain why, they heard the sound of voices raised in anger. They were coming from behind a nearby sand dune. There was a notice on the dune. It said, in several languages: AXIOM TESTING STATION. Below it, in slightly smaller writing, it added: CAUTION - UNRESOLVED POSTULATES. As they read it, or at least as Teppic read it and Ptraci didn't, there was a twang from behind the dune, followed by a click, followed by an arrow y? You needn't have

Jack Vettriano Models in the Studio

2009-03-20T01:46:00.000-07:00

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think so. We've never really discussed it. Anyway, she died when I was young.
'How dreadful,' said Chidder cheerfully.
'She went for a moonlight swim in what turned out to be a crocodile.' Teppic tried politely not to be hurt at the boy's reaction.
'My , 'and lots of servants.'
'Bit old fashioned, this kingdom of yours?'
Teppic nodded. 'It's the pyramids,' he said. 'They take all the money.'
'Expensive things, I should imagine.'
'Not particularly. They're just made of stone.' Teppic sighed. 'We've got lots of stone,' he father's in commerce,' said Chidder, as they passed through the archway. 'That's fascinating,' said Teppic dutifully. He felt quite broken by all these new experiences, and added, 'I've never been to Commerce, but I understand they're very fine people.' Over the next hour or two Chidder, who ambled gently through life as though he'd already worked it all out, introduced Teppic to the various mysteries of the dormitories, the classrooms and the plumbing. He left the plumbing until last, for all sorts of reasons. 'Not any?' he said. 'There's buckets and things,' said Teppic vaguely

Alphonse Maria Mucha The Judgement of Paris

2009-03-18T23:14:00.000-07:00

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Lord Felmet sat back in his throne and beamed madly at the world, which was looking good right at the moment. Things were working out better than he had dared to hope. He could feel the past melting behind him, like ice in the spring thaw.
On an impulse he called the footman back.
'Call the captain of the guard,' he said, 'and tell him to find the witches and arrest them.'
The duchess snorted.
'Remember what happened last time, foolish man?'
'We left two of them loose,' said the duke. 'This time . . . all three. The tide of public feeling is on our side. That sortI am Death, 'Gainst Whom No . . . no . . . no . . . Hwel, 'gainst whom no?'
'Oh, good grief, Dafe. " 'Gainst whom no lock will hold nor fasten'd portal bar", I really don't see why you have difficulty with . . . not that way up, you idiots!' Hwel strode off through the backstage melee in pursuit of a pair of importunate scene shifters. of thing affects witches, depend upon it.'The duchess cracked her knuckles to indicate her view of public opinion.'You must admit, my treasure, that the experiment seems to be working.''It would appear so.''Very well. Don't just stand there, man. Before the play ends, tell him. Those witches are to be under lock and key.' Death adjusted his cardboard skull in front of the mirror, twitched his cowl into a suitable shape, stood back and considered the general effect. It was going to be his first speaking part. He wanted to get it right.'Cower now, Brief Mortals,' he said. 'For

William Bouguereau Jeune Bergere Debout

2009-03-17T22:21:00.000-07:00

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Hwel pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted wearily at the wax-spattered paper.
The play a Cab then leave yn a Huff. Iffthates too soone, thenn leave yn a minute and a Huff. Say, have you Gott a Pensil? A crayon?—
Hwel stared at this in horror. On the page it looked nonsensical, ridiculous. And yet, and yet, in the thronged auditorium of his mind . . .wasn't going at all well.He'd sorted out the falling chandelier, and found a place for a villain who wore a mask to conceal his disfigurement, and he'd rewritten one of the funny bits to allow for the fact that the hero had been born in a handbag. It was the clowns who were giving him trouble again. They kept changing every time he thought about them. He preferred them in twos, that was traditional, but now there seemed to be a third one, and he was blowed if he could think of any funny lines for him.His quill moved scratchily over the latest sheet of paper, trying to catch the voices that had streamed through his dreaming mind and had seemed so funny at the time.His tongue began to stick out of the corner of his mouth. He was sweating.This iss My Little Study, he wrote. Hey, with a Little Study youe could goe a Long Way. And I wishe youed start now. Iffe You can't leave yn

Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field with Cypresses

2009-03-16T23:10:00.000-07:00

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'Have it your way,' said Nanny. 'But maybe one day he'll come back. Destiny again. And you said we should hide the crown. It'll all come back, mark my words. Hurry up with that tea, Magrat.'
'What are you going to do about the burghers?' said Granny.
'I told them they'll have to sort it out themselves. Once we use magic, I said, it'd never stop. You know that.'
'Right,' said Nanny Ogg, whose knowledge of the genealogy of Lancre was legendary. 'Bit of a beauty when she was younger. Broke many a heart, she did. Bit of a scandal there, I did hear. Granny's right, though. At the end of the day, a Fool's a Fool.'
'Why d'you want to know, Magrat?' said Granny Weather-wax.
'Oh . . . one of the girls in the village was asking me,' said Magrat, crimson to the ears.
Nanny cleared her throat, and grinned at Granny Weatherwax, who sniffed aloofly.
'It's a steady job,' said Nanny. 'I'll grant you that.'Granny, but there was a hint of wistfulness in her voice.'I'll tell you this, though,' said Nanny. 'They didn't like it much. They was muttering when they left.'Magrat blurted out, 'You know the Fool, who lives up at the castle?''Little man with runny eyes?' said Nanny, relieved that the conversation had returned to more normal matters.'Not that little,' said Magrat. 'What's his name, do you happen to know?''He's just called Fool,' said Granny. 'No job for a man, that. Running around with bells on.''His mother was a Beldame, from over Blackglass way,' said

Alexandre Cabanel Cleopatra

2009-03-15T22:22:00.000-07:00

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said Granny irritably. 'And nor have you. Anyway, he might want it back. If it's rightfully his, that is. Kings set a lot of store by crowns. Really, Gytha, sometimes you say the most—'
'I'll just makeour own enchantment in them days.'
'Ah, well, we've all passed a lot of water since then,' said Nanny Ogg sagely. She gave the baby a comforting jiggle.
Granny Weatherwax sniffed. Nanny Ogg had been married three times and ruled a tribe of children and some tea, shall I?' said Magrat brightly, and disappeared into the scullery.The two elderly witches sat on either side of the table in polite and prickly silence. Finally Nanny Ogg said, 'She done it up nice, hasn't she? Flowers and everything. What are them things on the walls?''Sigils,' said Granny sourly. 'Or some such.''Fancy,' said Nanny Ogg, politely. 'And all them robes and wands and things too.''Modern,' said Granny Weatherwax, with a sniff. 'When I was a gel, we had a lump of wax and a couple of pins and had to be content. We had to make

Edward Hopper New York Restaurant

2009-03-13T01:17:00.000-07:00

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'Agatean Empire! Counterweight Continent!'
He pointed downward.
He wasn't triangle and tried to remember when he last had a meal. Some time beyond the reach of a clock, anyway – he'd need a calendar to calculate it. He took the sandwich.
'Thanks,' he said, as graciously as he could manage.forcing Binky at the moment, knowing the miles that lay ahead, and the big white horse was currently running at an easy gallop out over the ocean. Ysabell looked down at roaring green waves topped with white foam, and clung tighter to Mort.Mort peered ahead at the cloudbank that marked the distant continent and resisted the urge to hurry Binky along with the flat of his sword. He'd never struck the horse and wasn't at all confident about what would happen if he did. All he could do was wait.A hand appeared under his arm, holding a sandwich.'There's ham or cheese and chutney,' she said. 'You might as well eat, there's nothing else to do.'Mort looked down at the soggy

John Constable Weymouth Bay

2009-03-11T20:15:00.000-07:00

John Constable Weymouth BayJohn William Waterhouse Destiny 1900John William Waterhouse The Siren
landscape, chequered with cabbage fields from edge to edge. There are many things to be said about cabbages. One may talk at length about their high vitamin content, their vital iron contribution, the valuable roughage and wasn't what he'd volunteered for; he'd expected excitement and challenge and a crossbow and a uniform that didn't go rusty in the rain.
He stepped forward, ready to defend the city against people who didn't respect commands given by duly authorised civic employees. Mort considered the pike blade hovering a few inches from his face. There was getting to be too much of this.commendable food value. In the mass, however, they lack a certain something; despite their claim tomoral superiority over, say, daffodils, they have never been a sight to inspire the poet's muse. Unless he was hungry, of course. It was only twenty miles to Sto Lat, but in terms of meaningless human experience it seemed like two thousand.There were guards on the gates of Sto Lat, although compared to the ones that patrolled Ankh they had a sheepish, amateurish look. Mort trotted past and one of them, feeling a bit of a fool, asked him who went there.'I'm afraid I can't stop,' said Mort.The guard was new to the job, and quite keen. Guarding wasn't what he'd been led to expect. Standing around all day in chain mail with an axe on a long pole

Jim Dine Hearts

2009-03-10T23:54:00.000-07:00

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had already watched the staff lift itself gently from Esk and land on Simon.
Now it had floated up into the air again.
Other wizards had crowded into the room. The librarian was sitting under the table.
"If only we had some idea what is going on," said Cutangle. "It's the suspense I can't stand."
"turned their faces towards Cutangle, expectantly.
He fire coruscated along its length.
There should be a word for words that sound like things would sound like if they made a noise, he thought. The word "glisten" does indeed gleam oily, and if there was ever a word that sounded exactly the way sparks look as they creep across burned paper, or the way the lights of cities would took the smouldering mess out of his mouth and, with a glare that none of the assembled wizards cared to meet, trod it underfoot. "Probably time I gave it up anyway," he said. "That goes for the rest of you, too. Worse than an ashpit in this place, sometimes." Then he saw the staff. It was The only way Cutangle could describe the effect was that it seemed to be going very fast while staying in exactly the same place. Streamers of gas flared away from it and vanished, if they were gas. It blazed like a comet designed by an inept special effects man. Coloured sparks leapt out and disappeared somewhere. It was also changing colour, starting with a dull red and then climbing through the spectrum until it was a painful violet. Snakes of white

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Necklace

2009-03-09T23:06:00.000-07:00

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Granny vanished. Where she had been standing was a large wicker basket.
The snake became a giant reptile from the mists of time.
The basket became the snow wind of the Ice Giants, coating the struggling monster with ice.
The reptile became a sabre-toothed tiger, crouched to spring.
The gale became a bubbling tar pit.
The tiger coming now!"
She scrambled out from behind the table where she had taken refuge from the magical duel and tried to reach Granny. A gust of raw magic lifted her off her feet and bowled her into a chair.
The buzzing was louder now, so that the air roared like a three-week corpse managed to become an eagle, stooping. The tar pits became a tufted hood. Then the images began to flicker as shape replaced shape. Stroboscope shadows danced around the hall. A magical wind sprang up, thick and greasy, striking octarine sparks from beards and fingers. In the middle of it all Esk, peering through streaming eyes, could just make out the two figures of Granny and Cutangle, glossy statues in the midst of the hurtling images. She was also aware of something else, a high-pitched sound almost beyond hearing. She had heard it before, on the cold plain - a busy chittering noise, a beehive noise, an anthill sound .... "They're coming!" she screamed about the din. "They're

Johannes Vermeer Mistress and Maid

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

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can't be a witch?"
"I don't know what you can be. Hold the staff."
"What?"
"Hold the staff. Now, I've laid the fire in the grate. Light it."
"The tinderbox is -" Esk began.
"You once told me there were better ways of lighting fires. Show me."
Granny stoodsizzling on the stones, which cracked and then flowed. The iron fireback resisted bravely for a few seconds before melting like wax; it made a final appearance as a red smear across the fireball and then vanished. A moment later the kettle went the same way.
Just when it seemed that the chimney would follow them the ancient hearthstone gave up, and with a final splutter the fireball sank from view. up. In the dimness of the kitchen she seemed to grow until she filled it with shifting, ragged shadows, shot with menace. Her eyes glared down at Esk. "Show me," she commanded, and her voice had ice in it. "But -"said Esk desperately, clutching the heavy staff to her and knocking her stool over in her haste to back away. "Showme." With a scream Esk spun around. Fire flared from her fingertips and arced across the room. The kindling exploded with a force that hurled the furniture around the room and a ball of fierce green light spluttered on the hearth. Changing patterns sped across it as it spun

Henri Matisse Odalisques

2009-03-05T23:29:00.000-08:00

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wizard?"
"There's witches," said the smith uncertainly. "And enchantresses too, I've heard."
"Witches is a different thing altogether," snapped Granny Weatherwax. "It's magic out of the ground, not out of the sky, and men never could get the hang of it. As for enchantresses," she added. "They're no better than they should be. You take it from me, just burn the staff, bury the body and don't let on it ever happened."
Smith nodded reluctantly, crossed over to the forge, and pumped the bellows until the sparks flew. He went back for and said, "I see. That's the way of it, is it?"
"The way of what?" said Smith, totally bewildered.
"Help me up, you fool. And fetch me a chopper."
The tone of her voice suggested that it would be a very good idea not to disobey. Smith rummaged desperately among the junk at the back of the forge until he found an old double-headed axe.the staff. It wouldn't move. "It won't move!" Sweat stood out of his brow as he tugged at the wood. It remained unco-operatively immobile. "Here, let me try," said Granny, and reached past him. There was a snap and a smell of scorched tin. Smith ran across the forge, whimpering slightly, to where Granny had landed upside down against the opposite wall. "Are you all right?" She opened two eyes like angry diamonds

William Beard Phantom Crane

2009-03-04T23:54:00.000-08:00

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They ought to have rushed him. Instead one of them, secure in the knowledge that he had a broadsword and Cohen didn't, sidled crabwise towards him.
'Oh, no,' said Cohen, waving his hands. 'Oh, come on, lad, not like that.'
The man looked sideways at him.
'Not like what?' he asked suspiciously.
'You never held a sword before?'
The man As the man screamed and clutched at his foot Cohen kicked his remaining leg away and turned to the room at large.
'This is getting fiddly,' he said. Why don't you rush me?'
'That's right,' said a voice by his waist. The jeweller had produced a very large and dirty axe, guaranteed to add tetanus to all the other terrors of warfare.half-turned to his colleagues for reassurance.'Not a lot, no,' he said. 'Not often.' He waved his sword menacingly.Cohen shrugged. 'I may be going to die, but I should hope I could be killed by a man who could hold his sword like a warrior,' he said.The man looked at his hands. 'Looks all right,' he said, doubtfully.'Look, lad, I know a little about these things. I mean, come here a minute and – do you mind? – right, your eft hand goes here, around the pommel, and your right hand goes – that's right, just here — and the blade goes right into your leg.'

Cassius Marcellus Coolidge Waterloo

2009-03-03T21:56:00.000-08:00

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Luggage would follow its owner anywhere.
Rincewind looked across the tent to Twoflower, a pale shape on a pile of horsehides.
'He's really dead?' he said. Cohen translated for the old woman, who shook her head. She reached down to a small wooden chest beside her and rummaged around in a collection of bags and bottles until she found a tiny green bottle which she tipped into Rincewind's beer. He looked at it suspiciously.
'She shays it's. 'I should drink it if I were you, theshe people get a bit upshet if you don't accshept hoshpitality.'
'It's not were not grinning at all. They were becoming aware that they were confronted with something entirely new and fearsome: a young man on the make.
Actually none of them were quite sure how old Trymion really was, but his sparse hair was still black and his skin had a waxy look to it that could be taken, in going to blow my head off?' said Rincewind.'She shays it's esshential you drink it.''Well, if you're sure it's okay. It can't make the beer taste any worse.'He took a swig, aware of all eyes on him.'Um,' he said. 'Actually, it's not at all ba—' Something picked him up and threw him into the air. Except that in another .sense he was still sitting by the fire – he could see himself there, a dwindling figure in the circle of firelight that was rapidly getting smaller. The toy figures around it were looking intently at his body. Except for the old woman. She was looking right up at , him, and grinning. The Circle Sea's senior wizards

William Bouguereau Love Takes Flight

2009-03-02T21:41:00.000-08:00

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John Collier A Devonshire Orchard
what made the trouble even worse was that no-one could figure out why all the locks had temporarily become unlocked.
The spell wasnt;sa demanding lodger. It just sat there like an old toad at the bottom of a pond. But whenever Rincewind was feeling really tired or very afraid it tried to get itself said. No-one:knew what would happen if one of the spell wanted to keep him alive.
'Suits me,' he thought.
He sat up and looked at the trees. Rincewind was a city wizard and, although he was aware that there were various differences among types of tree by which their nearest and dearest could tell them apart, the only thing he knew for certain was that the end without the the Eight Great Spells was said by itself, but the general Agreement was that the best place from which to watch the effects would be the next universe.It was a weird thought to have, lying on a heap of pine needles after just falling off the edge of the world, but Rincewind had a feeling that

Edward Hopper Office in a Small City

2009-03-01T22:38:00.000-08:00

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Her sentence terminated in a tremendous crash from the rear of the plane. Several passengers screamed. A sudden gale of air swept every loose magazine and newspaper into a screaming whirlwind that twisted madly down the aislesuddenly gaped open.
There were no jewels. But there were lots of big square teeth, white as sycamore, and a pulsating tongue, red as mahogany.
An ancient suitcase was coming to eat him.
Rjinswand clutched at the unconscious Zweiblumen for what little comfort there was there, and gibbered. He wished fervently that he was somewhere else....Something else was coming up the aisle. Something big and oblong and wooden and brassbound. It had hundreds of legs. If it was what it seemed - a walking chest of the kind that appeared in pirate stories brim full of ill-gotten gold and jewels - then what would have been its lid

Jack Vettriano Mad Dogs detail

2009-02-27T00:20:00.000-08:00

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the celluloid world of romantic comedies, shy but decent men get the girl, arguments set up sweet reconciliations, and couples separated by tragedy are always reunited through improbable coincidence. But now love in real life.Last week, researchers at Heriot Watt University's Family and Personal Relationships Laboratory in Edinburgh, which studies best practices in relationship counseling, completed a study of 40 Hollywood romantic comedies released between 1995-2005. They found that problems typically reported by couples in relationship counseling at their counseling center reflect misconceptions about love and romance depicted in Hollywood films."relationship counselors often face common misconceptions in their clients — that if your partner truly loves you they'd know what you need researchers are beginning to ask whether the make-believe world projected in "rom-coms" might actually be preventing true

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Maria

2009-02-26T20:02:00.000-08:00

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida MariaAlexandre Cabanel OpheliaAlexandre Cabanel CleopatraThomas Gainsborough The Watering Place
did not look back. That was a shame, because Twoflower might have been able to obtain pictures unusual even by discworld standards.
There was movement in the smoking ruins. They seemed to be growing a green carpet. Then an oak tree spiralled up, .
"Impressive, isn't it?" observed a voice by Rincewind's knee as the horse cantered through the haze of decaying timber and falling leaves.
The voice had an eerie metallic ring to it.
Rincewind looked down at Kring the sword. It had a couple of rubies set in the pommel. He got the impression they were watching him.

branching out like an exploding green rocket, and was in the middle of a venerable copse even before the tips of its aged branches had stopped quivering. A beech burst out like a fungus, matured, rotted, and fell in a cloud of tinder dust amid its struggling offspring. Already the temple was a half-buried heap of mossy stones.But Time, having initially gone for the throat, was now setting out to complete the job. The boiling interface between decaying magic and ascendant entropy roared down the hill and overtook the galloping horse, whose riders, being themselves creatures of Time, completely failed to notice it. But it lashed into the enchanted forest with the whip of centuries

Edgar Degas Beach Scene

2009-02-25T21:58:00.000-08:00

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Yes."
Zlorf stared at Twoflower, who grinned at him.
He shrugged. He seldom wasted time wondering why people wanted other people dead. It was just a living. "Who is your client, may I ask?" said Ymor.
Zlorf held up a hand. "Please!" he protested. "Professional etiquette."
"Of course. By the way-"
"Yes?"
"I believe I have a couple of guards outside-"
"Had."
"And some others in the doorway across the street-"
"Formerly."
"I know him," said Ymor. "His name's Rerpf. He runs the Groaning Platter tavern down by Brass Bridge. Stren - remove him."
Rerpf held up a beringed hand. Stren Withel hesitated halfway to the door as several very large "And two bowmen on the roof."A flicker of doubt passed across Zlorf's face, like the last shaft of sunlight over a badly ploughed field. The door flew open, badly damaging the assassin who was standing beside it."Stop doing that!" shrieked Broadman, from under his table.Zlorf and Ymor stared up at the figure on the threshold. It was short, fat and richly dressed. Very richly dressed. There were a number of tall, big shapes looming behind it. Very big, threatening shapes."Who's that?" said Zlorf.trolls ducked under the doorway and stood on either side of the fat man, blinking in the light. Muscles the size of melons bulged in forearms like flour sacks. Each troll held a double-headed axe. Between thumb and forefinger.
Broadman erupted from cover, his face Suffused with rage.
"Out!" he screamed. "Get those trolls out of here!" No-one moved. The room

Paul Gauguin Two Tahitian Women

2009-02-25T00:59:00.000-08:00

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now it has me enslaved - so that I must follow this madman willynilly and protect him from harm. It's stronger than you, Bravd. It is, I think, more cunning even than you, Weasel."
"What is it called then, this mighty magic?"
Rincewind shrugged. "in our tongue it is reflected-sound-as-of-underground-spirits. Is there any wine?"
"You must know that I am not without artifice where magic is concerned," said Weasel. "only last year did I- assisted Ankh flowed out of the twin city. Denied its usual egress, the river had burst its banks and was pouring down the fire-ravaged streets. Soon the continent of flame became a series of islands, each one growing smaller as the dark tide rose. approximate order. I do not fear this reflected-sound-of-underground-spirits of which you speak. However," he added, "you engage my interest. Perhaps you would care to tell me more?"Bravd looked at the shape on the road. It was closer now, and clearer in the pre-dawn light. It looked for all the world like a "A box on legs?" he said."I'll tell you about it," said Rincewind. "if there's any wine, that is."Down in the valley there was a roar and a hiss. Someone more thoughtful than the rest had ordered to be shut the big river gates that were at the point where the

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the City

2009-02-23T22:39:00.000-08:00

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Well, they cut his daemon away," said Lyra, knowing how it would affect them. "And a little bit after we found him, he died. And all the daemons they cut away, they kept them in cages in a square building back there."
"It's true," said Roger. "And Lyra let 'em out during the fire drill."
"Yeah, I seen, where the fight was still continuing, the great length of the airship was not floating freely at the mooring mast any longer; the free end was drooping downward, and beyond it was rising a globe of-
"Lee Scoresby's balloon!" Lyra cried, and clapped her mit-tened hands with delight. "em!" said Billy Costa. "I didn't know what they was at first, but I seen 'em fly away with that goose.""But why do they do it?" demanded one boy. "Why do they cut people's daemons away? That's torture! Why do they do it?""Dust," suggested someone doubtfully.But the boy laughed in scorn. "Dust!" he said. "There en't no such thing! They just made that up! I don't believe in it.""Here," said someone else, "look what's happening to the zeppelin!"They all looked back. Beyond the dazzle of lights

Vincent van Gogh Sunflowers

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

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She was crouching in a narrow metal channel supported in a framework of girders and struts. The panels of the ceilings were slightly translucent, so some light came up from below, and in the faint gleam Lyra could see this narrow ?"
She got her bearings, working out approximately which direction the conference room was in, and then set off. It was a far from easy journey. She had to move on hands and knees, because the space was too low to crouch in, and every so often she had to squeeze under a big square duct or lift herself over some heating pipes. The metal channels she space (only two feet or so in height) extending in all directions around her. It was crowded with metal ducts and pipes, and it would be easy to get lost in, but provided she kept to the metal and avoided putting any weight on the panels, and as long as she made no noise, she should be able to go from one end of the station to the other."It's just like back in Jordan, Pan," she whispered, "looking in the Retiring Room.""If you hadn't done that, none of this would have happened," he whispered back."Then it's up to me to undo it, isn't it

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Flower

2009-02-20T22:13:00.000-08:00

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nowhere. They don't tell us."
"They usually bring more'n one kid at a time...."
"What do they do?" Lyra managed to ask, gathering her doped wits as Pantalaimon stirred into wakefulness with 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 she was on the verge of tears.
"With your father? I see. And what's "What is this place?"
"It's called the Experimental Station."
That wasn't an answer, and whereas Lyra would have pointed that out and asked for more information, she didn't think Lizzie Brooks would; so she assented dumbly in the dressing and said no more.
"I want my toy back," she said

Rembrandt Christ On The Cross

2009-02-19T22:50:00.000-08:00

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reason the witches are interested in you, Lyra. Our consul told us about your visit this morning. I believe it was Dr. Lanselius who told you about the bear."
"Yes, it was," desires are as strange to us as ours are to them. If this bear is an outcast, he might be less reliable than they are said to be. You must decide for yourselves."
"We will," said John Faa firmly. "But now, sir, can you tell us how to get to Bolvangar from here?"
The goose daemon began to explain. He spoke of valleys and hills, of the tree line and the tundra, of star sightings. Lyra listened awhile, and then lay back in the deck chair with said John Faa. "And she and Farder Coram went theirselves and talked to him. I daresay what Lyra says is true, but if we go breaking the law of these people we'll only get involved in a quarrel with them, and what we ought to be doing is pushing on towards this Bolvangar, bear or no bear.""Ah, but you en't seen him, John," said Farder Coram. "And I do believe Lyra. We could promise on his behalf, maybe. He might make all the difference.""What do you think, sir?" said John Faa to the witch's daemon."We have few dealings with bears. Their

Juan Gris Guitar with Clarinet

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

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oughter stayed below" was all he said.
She took the mug into the cabin, where Farder Coram had found a beer glass. He held the tin mug upside down over it and then slipped the card out from between them, so that the creature fell into the glass. He held it up so they could"If you was to crack it open," said Farder Coram, "you'd find no living thing in there. No animal nor insect, at any rate. I seen one of these things afore, and I never thought I'd see one again this far north. Afric things. There's a clockwork see the angry little thing clearly.It was about as long as Lyra's thumb, and dark green, not black. Its wing cases were erect, like a ladybird's about to fly, and the wings inside were beating so furiously that they were only a blur. Its six clawed legs were scrabbling on the smooth glass."What is it?" she said.Pantalaimon, a wildcat still, crouched on the table six inches away, his green eyes following it round and round inside the glass.

John William Waterhouse Juliet

2009-02-17T22:38:00.000-08:00

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good girl. Goodnight, Lyra."
"Goodnight, Lord Faa. Goodnight, Farder Coram," she said politely, clutching the alethiometer to her breast with one hand and scooping up Pantalaimon with the other.Lyra had to adjust to her new sense of her own story, and that couldn't be done in a day. To see Lord Asriel as her father was one thing, but to accept Mrs. Coulter as her mother was nowhere near so easy. A couple of months ago she would have rejoiced, of course, and she knew that too, and felt confused.But, being Lyra, she didn't fret about it for long, for there was the fen town to explore and many gyptian children to amaze. Before the three days were up she was an expert with a punt (in her eyes, at least) and she'd gathered a gang of urchins about her with tales of her mighty father, so unjustly made captive.
Both old men smiled kindly at her. Outside the door of the parley room Ma Costa was waiting, and as if nothing had happened since Lyra was born, the boat mother gathered her into her great arms and kissed her before bearing her off

Paul Gauguin Breton Girls Dancing

2009-02-16T23:29:00.000-08:00

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Coherent financial, fiscal and monetary measures are all needed. All three will have direct effects on demand. But, as importantly, they will help reduce uncertainty, lower risk spreads, and get consumers and firms spending again. If policymakers act decisively, private demand will recover sooner rather than later. And, within a . But a sense of history, some basic economics, common sense and just a dash of congenital optimism leave me convinced that this one won't be all bad.
Oh, sure, there will be layoffs like we haven't seen since the Great Depression. And you can expect to see a proliferation of empty storefronts and a heap of broken Businesses.year or less, we can be on the path to recovery. 2008 wasn't just a bad year. It was an awful year. A Johnstown Flood kind of year. The kind that wipes out proud, century-old institutions, decimates entire industries, and leaves everyone decidedly poorer and the world profoundly shaken in its wake.Enough of that. On to 2009.I have no crystal ball

Julius LeBlanc Stewart The Letter

2009-02-15T19:36:00.000-08:00

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degree? He wants a daemon! Find a way to give him a daemon, and he'd do anything for you."
The Scholars laughed heartily.
Lyra She woke up with a start when someone shook her shoulder.
"Quiet," said her uncle. The wardrobe door was open, and he was crouched there against the light. "They've all gone, but there are still some servants around. Go to your bedroom now, and take care that you say nothing about this."
"Did they vote to give you the money?" she said sleepily.was following this with puzzlement; what the Palmerian Professor said made no sense at all. Besides, she was impatient to hear more about scalping and the Northern Lights and that mysterious Dust. But she was disappointed, for Lord Asriel had finished showing his relics and pictures, and the talk soon turned into a about whether or not they should give him some money to fit out another expedition. Back and forth the arguments ranged, and Lyra felt her eyes closing. Soon she was fast asleep, with Pantalaimon curled around her neck in his favorite sleeping form as an ermine.

Gustav Klimt Death and Life

2009-02-12T23:51:00.001-08:00

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Will and Lyra got painfully to their feet again and clambered on.
"I been cold plenty of times," Lyra said, to take her mind off the pursuers, "but I en't been this hot, ever. Is it this hot in your world?"
"Not where I where they were; any spring that made its way into the air was soon swallowed again among the rocks.
And so they moved on, toward evening.

The witch who flew back to spy was called Lena Feldt. She flew used to live. Not normally. But the climate's been changing. The summers are hotter than they used to be. They say that people have been interfering with the atmosphere by putting chemicals in it, and the weather's going out of control.""Yeah, well, they have," said Lyra, "and it is. And we're here in the middle of it."He was too hot and thirsty to reply, and they climbed on breathlessly in the throbbing air. Pantalaimon was a cricket now, and sat on Lyra's shoulder, too tired to leap or fly. From time to time the witches would see a spring high up, too high to climb to, and fly up to fill the children's flasks. They would soon have died without water, and there was none

Edvard Munch Girls on a Bridge

2009-02-12T00:26:00.001-08:00

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thought how many tiny chances had conspired to bring them to this place. Each of those chances might have gone a different way. Perhaps in another world, another Will had not seen the window in Sunderland Avenue, and had They traveled on through the day, resting, moving, resting again, as the trees grew thinner and the land more rocky. Lyra checked the alethiometer: Keep going, it said; this is the right direction. At noon they came to a village untroubled by Specters. Goats pastured on the hillside, a grove of lemon trees cast shade on the stony ground, and children playing in the stream called out and ran for their mothers at the sight of the girl in the tattered clothing, and the white-faced, fierce-eyed boy in the bloodstained shirt, and the elegant greyhound that walked beside them.wandered on tired and lost toward the Midlands until he was caught. And in another world another Pantalaimon had persuaded another Lyra not to stay in the retiring room, and another Lord Asriel had been poisoned, and another Roger had survived to play with that Lyra forever on the roofs and in the alleys of another unchanging Oxford.Presently Will was strong enough to go on, and they moved together along the path, with the great forest quiet around them.

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait

2009-02-11T00:09:00.000-08:00

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disturbances to the earth's magnetic field, and that must resonate in this world too… But how do you know about that? Carlo, I think you should answer some questions of mine. What is this world? And how did you bring me here?"
"It is one of millions. There are openings between them, but they're not easily found. I know a dozen or so, but the places they open into have shifted, and that must be due to what Asriel's done. It seems that we can now pass directly fromcan go there freely."
"What? I must know about this, Carlo," said the woman, and Will could hear her passionate impatience. "This is at the heart of everything, this difference between children and adults! It contains the whole mystery of Dust! This is why I must find the child. And the witches this world into our own, and probably into many others too. When I looked through one of the doorways earlier today, you can imagine how surprised I was to find it opening into our world, and what's more, to find you nearby. Providence, dear lady! The change meant that I could bring you here directly, without the risk of going through Cittagazze.""Cittagazze? What is that?""Previously, all the doorways opened into one world, which was a sort of crossroads. That is the world of Cittagazze. But it's too dangerous to go there at the moment.""Why is it dangerous?""Dangerous for adults. Children

Vincent van Gogh Couple in the Park,Arles

2009-02-05T23:09:00.000-08:00

Vincent van Gogh Couple in the Park,ArlesLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra de BenciLeonardo da Vinci Portrait Of A Young Lady
good, sir," said the chauffeur.
A minute later the car came to a silent halt outside a public library. The old man held open the door on his side, so that Lyra had to climb past his knees to get out. There was a lot of space, but somehow it was awkward, and she
Will was reading his father's letters again. He sat on the terrace hearing the distant shouts of children diving off the harbor mouth, and read the clear handthe flimsy airmail sheets, trying to picture the man who'd penned it, and looking again and again at the reference to the baby, to himself.
He heard Lyra's running footsteps from some way off. He didn't want to touch him, nice as he was."Don't forget your rucksack," he said, handing it to her."Thank you," she said."I'll see you again, I hope, Lizzie," he said. "Give my regards to your friend.""Good-bye," she said, and lingered on the pavement till the car had turned the corner and gone out of sight before she set off toward the hornbeam trees. She had a feeling about that pale-haired man, and she wanted to ask the alethiometer.

Leroy Neiman Doubles

2009-02-04T23:38:00.001-08:00

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, and said, "Dear me, child, calm down."
She broke off and rubbed her eyes, which were red with tiredness.
"Why am I listening to you?" she went on. "I must be crazy. The fact is, this is the only place in the world where you'd get the answer you want, and they're about to close us down. What you're talking about, your Dust, sounds like thing that happened today?" Lyra said.
"Oh. Yes. Someone I'd been relying on to back our funding application withdrew his support. I don't suppose it was that unexpected, anyway."
She yawned again.
"I'm going to make said. "If I don't, I'll fall asleep. You'll have some too?"
She filled an electric kettle, and while she spoonesomething we've been investigating for a while now, and what you say about the skulls in the museum gave me a turn, because… oh, no, this is just too much. I'm too tired. I want to listen to you, believe me, but not now, please. Did I say they were going to close us down? I've got a week to put together a proposal to the funding committee, but we haven't got a hope in hell…"She yawned widely."What was the first unexpected d instant two mugs Lyra stared at the Chinese pattern on the back of the door.

Leroy Neiman Winged Foot

2009-02-03T23:13:00.000-08:00

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why are you looking for dust?"
She looked at him coldly. "I might tell you sometime," she said.
"All right. But how are you going to look for it?"
"I'm going to find a Scholar who knows about it."
"What, any scholar?"
"No. An experimental theologian," she said. "In my Oxford, they were the ones who knew about it. Stands to reason it'll be the "We call them electric."
"Electric… that's like electrum. That's a kind of stone, a jewel, made out of gum from bees. There's insects in it, sometimes."
"You mean amber," he said, and they both said, "Anbar…" same in your Oxford. I'll go to , because Jordan had the best ones.""I never heard of experimental theology," he said."They know all about elementary particles and fundamental forces," she explained. "And anbaromagnetism, stuff like that. Atomcraft.""What—magnetism?""Anbaromagnetism. Like anbaric. Those lights," she said, pointing up at the ornamental streetlight. "They're anbaric."

Rene Magritte Homesickness

2009-02-02T20:36:00.000-08:00

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world? I'd like a cup of tea. Come on, let's go and put the kettle on."
Three weeks after the moment Lyra had watched Will's hand closing his world away forever, she found herself seated once more at that dinner table in Jordan college where she had first fallen under the spell of Mrs. Coulter.while Lyra was away, to Jordan college, to England, to the whole world. It seemed that the power of the Church had increased greatly, and that many brutal laws had been passed, but that the power had waned as quickly as it had grown: upheavals in the Magisterium had toppled the zealots and brought more liberal factions into power. The General Oblation Board had been dissolved; the Consistorial Court of Discipline was confused and leaderless.This time it was a smaller party: just herself and the Master and Dame Hannah Relf, the head of St. Sophia's, one of the women's colleges. Dame Hannah had been at that first dinner, too, and if Lyra was surprised to see her here now, she greeted her politely, and found that her memory was at fault: for this Dame Hannah was much cleverer, and more interesting, and kindlier by far than the dim and frumpy person she remembered.All kinds of things had happened

Thomas Moran Grand Canyon

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

Thomas Moran Grand CanyonJean Francois Millet The sowerJean Francois Millet Spring
stirring my hair about, and the Atlantic was being very well-behaved, little quiet waves around our feet...
"And I took the crucifix from around my neck and I threw it in the sea. That was it. All over. Gone.
"So that was how"yes, but not then."
"Was it hard to leave the Church?" said Will.
"In one way it was, because everyone was so disappointed. Everyone, from the Mother Superior to the priests to my parents, they were so upset and reproachful... I felt as if something they all passionately believed in depended on me carrying on with something I didn't.
"But in another way it was easy, because it made sense. For the first time ever I felt I was doing something with all of my nature and not only a part of it. So it was lonely I stopped being a nun," she said."Was that man the same one that found out about the skulls?" Lyra said after a moment."Oh, no. The skull man was Dr. Payne, Oliver Payne. He came along much later. No, the man at the conference was called Alfredo Montale. He was very different.""Did you kiss him?""Well," said Mary, smiling,

Henri Rousseau The Sleeping Gypsy

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

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abyss. They were crouching on the slope, too frightened to move. Only the harpies were unafraid; they took to their wings and soared above, scanning backward and forward, flying back to reassure those still in the tunnel, flying ahead to search for the way out.
Lyra checked: at least the alethiometer was safe. Suppressing her fear, she looked around, found Roger's little face, and said:
"Come on, then, we're all still here, we en't been hurt. And we can see now, at least. So just keep going, just keep on moving. We , in a shocked silence, the column of the dead began their journey along the edge of the abyss. How long it took, neither Lyra nor Will could guess; how fearful and dangerous it was, they were never able to forget. The darkness below was so profound that it seemed to pull the eyesight down into it, and a ghastly dizziness swam over their minds when they looked. Whenever they could, they looked ahead of them fixedly, on this rock, that can't go any other way than round the edge of this..." She gestured at the abyss. "So we just got to keep going ahead. I swear Will and me'll just keep on till we do. So don't be scared, don't give up, don't lag behind. Tell the others. I can't look back all the time because I got to watch where I'm going, so I got to trust you to come on steady after us, all right?"The little ghost nodded. And so

Ford Madox Brown The Coat of Many Colors

2009-01-18T21:32:00.000-08:00

Ford Madox Brown The Coat of Many ColorsPierre Auguste Renoir Dance at BougivalMary Cassatt Tea
poison, and thought of her dear Pan waiting there alone, her heart's companion, watching her disappear into the mist, and she fell into a storm of weeping. Her passionate sobs didn't echo, because the mist muffled them, but all along the shore in innumerable ponds and shallows, in wretched broken tree stumps, the damaged creatures that lurked
"I don't know."
"When we leave, will we come back this way?"
"Leave?"
"We're going to come back. We're going to the land of the dead and we are going to come back."
"Not this way."
"Then some other way, but we will!"
"I have taken millions, and none came back." there heard her full-hearted cry and drew themselves a little closer to the ground, afraid of such passion."If he could come...” but the boatman shook his head."He can come in the boat, but if he does, the boat stays here," he said."But how will she find him again?"

Jack Vettriano A Kind of Loving II

2009-01-15T23:18:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano A Kind of Loving IIJack Vettriano a Fille a la motoJack Vettriano 301.129
called up, Lord Asriel replied, and the men withdrew to the doorway.
The intention craft moved, though Mrs. Coulter was not sure how. It was almost as if it had quivered, though there it was, quite still, poised with a strange energy on those six insect legs. As she looked, it moved again, and then she saw what was happening: various parts of it were revolving, turning this way and that, scanning the dark sky overhead. Lord Asriel sat busily moving this lever, checking that dial, adjusting that control; and then suddenly the intention craft vanished. Jack Vettriano Zara Philips by Rankin
Somehow, it had sprung into the air. It was hovering above them now, as high as a treetop, turning slowly to the left. There was no sound of an engine, no hint of how it was held against gravity. It simply hung in the air.
"Listen," said King Ogunwe. "To the south."
She turned her head and strained to hear. There was a wind that moaned around the edge of the mountain, and there were the deep hammer blows from the presses, which she felt through the soles of her feet, and there was the sound of voices from the lit doorway, but at

Henri Matisse Woman with a Hat

2009-01-14T23:27:00.000-08:00

Henri Matisse Woman with a HatHenri Matisse The WindowHenri Matisse The Green Line
the charter of this vessel with gold, and hired the crew, and turned the draining of the Arctic to their own advantage by letting the river take them as far inland as it could, and as it had its source in the northern foothills of the without a backward glance, and besides, they didn't much like the bears, for all their gold. Will was a foreigner, and as long as he paid for his food, they cared little what he did. Besides, there was that strange daemon of his, which seemed so like a witch's: sometimes it was there, and sometimes it seemed to have vanished. Superstitious, like many sailors, they were happy to leave him alone.very mountains they sought, and as Lyra was imprisoned there, too, things had fallen out well so far.So time went past.During the day Will dozed on deck, resting, gathering strength, because he was exhausted in every part of his being. He watched as the scenery began to change, and the rolling steppe gave way to low grassy hills and then to higher land, with the occasional gorge or cataract; and still the boat steamed south.He talked to the captain and the crew, out of politeness, but lacking Lyra's instant ease with strangers, he found it difficult to think of much to say; and in any case they were little interested in him. This was only a job, and when it was over they would leave

Henri Rousseau The Dream

2009-01-13T22:54:00.000-08:00

Henri Rousseau The DreamPaul Cezanne Mount Sainte VictoirePaul Cezanne Card Players
beings fought this way and that in the dimness, like great wasps caught in a mighty spider's web, making no sound: all Will could hear was the breaking twigs and the brushing leaves as they struggled together.
He couldn't use the Regent!"
His voice made Will's head ring; he had never heard such a cry. And a moment later the angel would have sprung into the air, but Will dropped his torch and leapt forward. He had killed a cliff-ghast, but using the knife on a being shaped like himself was much harder. Nevertheless, he gathered the great beating wings into his arms and slashed again and again at the knife: they were all moving too quickly. Instead, he took the electric torch from the rucksack and switched it on.None of them expected that. The attacker threw up his wings, Balthamos flung his arm across his eyes, and only Baruch had the presence of mind to hold on. But Will could see what it was, this enemy: another angel, much bigger and stronger than they were, and Baruch's hand was clamped over his mouth."Will!" cried Balthamos. "The knife … cut a way out …"And at the same moment the attacker tore himself free of Baruch's hands, and cried:"Lord Regent! I have them! Lord

Alphonse Maria Mucha Heidsieck and Co

2009-01-12T22:13:00.000-08:00

Alphonse Maria Mucha Heidsieck and CoAlphonse Maria Mucha FruitAlphonse Maria Mucha Flower
from where all other parts of finding a workable system, be it for productivity or careers or something else entirely. It works as such and can provide a good introduction to underlying principles. I think, at least in part, Pavlina’s approach is a reflection of how he came to the topic of personal development. In the introduction to the book, he relates the moment when he decided he needed to straighten out his — he was 19 years old and in jail. He Consider the first half of the book’s table of cdecided he needed to start from the ground up, down to the point where he needed a new code of ethics. I doubt Personal Development for Smart People could have been written by any personal development expert who came to the field needing to solve just one problem or answer just one question. On a fundamental level, Personal Development for Smart People really is about building from only starting principles.ontents:

Jack Vettriano The Cocktail Shaker

2009-01-12T00:54:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano The Cocktail ShakerJack Vettriano The City CafeJack Vettriano The Cigar Divan
was sitting here at my computer, pondering whether I wanted to write a post with tips about “making 2009 your best year ever”. It’s been done, and most of my tips you’ve already read before on Zen Habits.That’s because if you implemented this one tip, you wouldn’t really need any others. It would put all of us out of Business.
I made a small list of things I’d recommend to anyone wanting to make 2009 their best year ever … coming up with a single lie-changing goal, creating a mantra for that goal to keep them on track, simplifying their lives, making time for loved ones and themselves, learning to be in the moment … all of these are great tips, and I could come up with a dozen more that would really help people if they wanted to make positive changes.
But then I realized that there’s just one tip that’s needed. And it’s not a tip you’ll read in most personal development, productivity or self-help blogs or books

Thomas Kinkade The Beginning of a Perfect Day

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

Thomas Kinkade The Beginning of a Perfect DayThomas Kinkade Sunset at Riverbend FarmThomas Kinkade Seaside Hideaway
There's no more satisfying treat on a hot, summer day that a nice, coldpopsicle. We've heard that some people actually eat them, too.Here's What You Need:One popsicle (your choice of flavor).Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. she might find it pleasurable, slowly insert just the tip of thepopsicle and gauge her reaction. If your woman enjoys this, turn yourwrist back and forth, rotating the popsicle that's barely inside her vagina.Now use your tongue. Start by licking away the juice from the lips ofyour woman's vagina. Hold the popsicle just above the clitoris and letthe juice run down. Again, lick away the juice.Continue until "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice creamHave her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Hold the popsicle by the stick and glide it along her breasts, down herstomach and across her bikini line. Go slowly, so that some of thepopsicle melts against her warm, soft skin.Using your mouth and tongue, remove the popsicle juice from yourwoman's body. Now it's time to move to a more sensitive area.Touch the tip of the popsicle to your woman's vagina. Run it up anddown the lips, letting the melted juice trickle down the warm folds of skin.At this point, you might be thinking about inserting the popsicle. This is ajudgment call on your part, and matter of personal preference on hers. Ifyou think

Andy Warhol Gun 1982

2009-01-07T23:37:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Gun 1982Andy Warhol Gun 1981-82Andy Warhol Flowers, 1970 (Red, Yellow, Orange on Blue
Although psychological factors certainly affect male sexual function, recent studies show that most cases of impotence are due to underlying disease or lifestyle factors. Here we discuss some of the most common culprits:Research has found that Diabetes, atherosclerosis, paralysis, or, less commonly, hormonal imbalances are blood flow by constricting the small arteries, including those that bring blood to the penis. Medications that commonly cause impotence include antihypertensives, acid-suppressants for ulcers, antidepressants, and sleeping pills. In most cases, an alternative drug can be prescribed.among the organic causes of impotence. The use of a number of drugs -- including alcohol, nicotine, illegal substances, as well as prescription medications -- can lead to impotence. It is recommended that nicotine be avoided, as it impedes

William Beard Dancing Bears

2009-01-07T00:10:00.000-08:00

William Beard Dancing Bears
William Beard So You Wanna Get MarriedWilliam Beard Phantom Crane
you do sell never look back. Fagedaboudit! In 80% of those you do look back six months later you will see you are way ahead in the money
Do not allow an emotional attachment to keep you in any stock or fund. It will drain you both mentally and financially.
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 the first chapter at httpand discover why he's the man that Wall Street does not want you to know.
anything you buy. If you were in the buggy whip Exchange Traded Fund (ETF) you did your research 1900 and saw the automobile putting the horse out to pasture you easily knew it was time to sell out. That also applies to any you make in the stock market.

Jack Vettriano Girls' Night

2009-01-05T23:05:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Girls' NightJack Vettriano Ghosts From The PastJack Vettriano Games of Power
the trees, on the grass; and they went up and up until it seemed that they would touch the sky. They were great full-blown roses, showing their hearts, wonderful golden hearts from which came the hot, bright rays which had wrapped Tyltyl in that summer warmth. Bound the roses, birds sang and bees buzzed gaily.
"I can't believe it! It's not possible!" said Tyltyl. "What has become of the tombs and the stone crosses?"
Dazzled and , but under fresh forms. The fading rose sheds its pollen, which gives birth to other roses, and its scattered petals scent the air. The fruits come when the blossoms fall from the trees; and the dingy, hairy caterpillar turns into a brilliant butterfly. Nothing perishes…there are only changes…
Beautiful birds circled all round Tyltyl and Mytyl. There were no blue ones among them, but the two Children were so glad of their discovery that they asked for nothing more. Astonished and delighted, they kept on repeating "There are no Dead!…There are no Dead!…"bewildered, the two children walked hand in hand through the graveyard, of which not a trace remained, for there was nothing side. They were as glad and happy as could be, after their terrible fright. They had thought that ugly skeletons would rise from the earth and run after them, pulling horrid faces; they had imagined all sorts of awful things. And now, in the presence of the truth, they saw that all that they had been told was a great big story and that on always, always

Andy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964 painting

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

Andy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964 paintingAndy Warhol Pink Cow paintingAndy Warhol Page from Lips Book painting
shattered! For the first time, our poor friend perceived the mortifications, the vexations, the obstacles that awaited him! Alas, was he attempting an impossible thing? Was the Fairy making fun of him? Would he ever find the Blue Bird? All his courage seemed to be leaving him...
To add to his misfortunes, he could not find the straight road by which he had come. There was not a single white pansy Light, fair and beautiful in her diamond-coloured dress. She smiled when Tyltyl told her of his first failure. She knew what the little ones were seeking; she knew everything. For Light surrounds all mortals with her love, though none of them is fond enough of her ever to receive her thoroughly and thus to learn all the secrets of Truth. Now, for the first time, thanks to the diamond which the Fairy had given to the boy, she was going to try and conquer a human soul:
"Do not be sad," she said to the Children. "Are you not pleased to have seen your on the ground; and he began to cry. Luckily, our little friends were not to remain in trouble long. The Fairy had promised that Light would watch over them. The first trial was over; and, just as outside the old people's house a little while ago, the mist now suddenly lifted. But, instead of disclosing a , it revealed a marvellous temple, with a blinding glare streaming from it. On the threshold stood

Goya The Fall La Caida

2009-01-02T22:35:00.000-08:00

Goya The Fall La CaidaGoya Dance of the Majos at the Banks of ManzanaresGoya A Walk in Andalusiahassam Washington Arch in Spring
Google recently released its annual rundown of popular searches for 2008 - what they call the "zeitgeist" list - and it's a reminder, once again, of how much we reveal about ourselves every time we type into a search bar.
We're interested in Obama, but we're also extremely fond of posing questions to Google like, "what is love?" and what is" category: "java" and "scientology").
Search engines have become modern society's version of an oracle - the place to ask all your questions, and after some churning of algorithms, something akin to an answer pops out.
Alone with just your computer screen, these searches can feel very private. But Google & Co. gather a lot of information about you as you surf, including the date and time for your search, your search terms, and your IP address, which is an 11-digit number that identifies , more important as far as advertisers are concerned, your location.
Companies like Google (GOOG, Fortune 500), Yahoo, and Microsoft

Jack Vettriano Winter Light and Lavender

2008-12-29T23:53:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Winter Light and LavenderJack Vettriano Welcome To My WorldJack Vettriano We Can't Tell Right from Wrong
engineers sucked matter through white holes in space to form it into dream planets - gold planets, platinum planets, soft rubber planets with lots of earthquakes - all lovingly made to meet the exacting standards that the Galaxy's richest men naturally came to expect. But so successful was this venture that Magrathea itself soonArthur awoke to the sound of argument and went to the bridge. Ford was waving his arms about. "You're crazy, Zaphod," he was saying, "Magrathea is a myth, a fairy story, it's what parents tell their kids about at night if they want them to grow up to become economists, it's ..." "And that's what we are currently in orbit around," insisted Zaphod. "Look, I can't help what you may personally be in orbit around," said Ford, "but this ship ..." "shouted Zaphod. became the richest planet of all time and the rest of the Galaxy was reduced to abject poverty. And so the system broke down, the Empire collapsed, and a long sullen silence settled over a billion worlds, disturbed only by the pen scratchings of scholars as they laboured into the night over smug little treaties on the value of a planned political economy. Magrathea itself disappeared and its memory soon passed into the obscurity of legend. In these enlightened days of course, no one believes a word of it.

Zurbaran Madonna with Child

2008-12-28T23:45:00.000-08:00

Zurbaran Madonna with ChildLorrain Apollo and the Muses on Mount HelionZurbaran The Immaculate Conception2Lorrain The Expulsion of Hagar
Because neutrinos occasionally do interact with "normal" matter such as water and mineral oil, scientists hope they can use them as a revolutionary telescope to see beyond parts of the universe obscured by dust and gas.
Caption: Construction of the NuMI neutrino source underway. Credit: BNL
6. Dark MatterIf you put all of the energy and matter of the cosmos into a pie and divvy it up, the result is
Scientists can see dark matter's gravitational tug on stars and galaxies, but are searching feverishly for ways to detect it first-hand. They think particles similar to neutrinos yet far more massive could be the mysterious, unseen stuff.shocking.All of the galaxies, stars, planets, comets, asteroids, dust, gas and particles account for just 4 percent of the known universe. Most of what we call "matter" -- about 23 percent of the universe -- is invisible to human eyes and instruments.For now.

Klimt Avenue of Schloss Kammer Park

2008-12-25T23:03:00.000-08:00

Klimt Avenue of Schloss Kammer ParkKlimt Allee im Park von Schloss KammerDali Woman With Head of Roses
The words Vogon Constructor Fleets flared in green across the screen. Ford pressed a large red button at the bottom of the screen and words began to undulate across it. At the same time, the book began to speak the entry as well in a still , found, subjected to public inquiry, lost again, and finally buried in soft peat and recycled as firelighters. "The best way to get a drink out of a Vogon is to stick your finger down his throat, and the best way to irritate him is to feed his grandmother to the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal. "On no account allow a Vogon to read poetry at you." Arthur blinked at it. "What a strange book. How did we get a lift then?" "That's the point, it's out of date now," said Ford, sliding the book back into its cover. "I'm doing the field research for the New Revised Edition, and one of the things I'll have to include is a bit about how the Vogons now employ Dentrassi cooks which gives us a rather useful little loophole."quiet measured voice. This is what the book said. "Vogon Constructor Fleets. Here is what to do if you want to get a lift from a Vogon: forget it. They are one of the most unpleasant races in the Galaxy -- not actually evil, but bad tempered, bureaucratic, officious and callous. They wouldn't even lift a finger to save their own grandmothers from the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal without orders signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost

Aivazovsky View Of The Ayu Dag Crimea

2008-12-23T01:05:00.000-08:00

Aivazovsky View Of The Ayu Dag CrimeaCorot The Roman Campagna in WinterVibert An Afternoon LibationCorot La Cervara, the Roman Countryside
duced no dial tone, and when he tried to use his discovered that he had no service.Land lines might on rare occasion experience disruption after a two-day downpour. Not .In the bedroom, when he tried the telephone on his nightstand, he heard only a dead line. No surprise.From the nightstand drawer, he extracted a second magazine of ammunition for his pistol.vault. Then chase this situation to its source, find out what the hell was happening.He had prepared this spare on the evening of his first day in Palazzo Rospo, ten months ago. At the time, he’d seemed to be taking an unnecessary precaution. An extended shootout requiring more than ten rounds, within these well-protected walls, had been a possibility so slim as to be beyond calculation.Dropping the magazine in a pants pocket, Ethan hurried back into his study.The apple of his eye.Fric. Fric must still be on the second floor, in the library, selecting a book to get him through the night.Okay. The thing to do was go to the library. Hustle the boy into the [562] nearest panic room. Tuck him away safely in that comfy, armored, self-contained

Blum Row of Narcissus

2008-12-21T21:48:00.000-08:00

Blum Row of NarcissusBlum Roses in a Painted Vase IIBlum Roses in a Painted Vase IBlum Rose on Cracked Linen
hesitated and straightened up. Whatever he’d been about to reveal, he let slide. He shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m tense ’cause my dad’s .”“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”“Sure. But it’s pretty tense, too.”“Why tense?”“Well, he’ll have some of his buddies with him, you know. He always does.”“You don’t care for his with the fragrance of popcorn and with the greasiness of canola oil tricked up to smell half like butter, where you had to check the theater seat for gum and candy before sitting down, where during the funny parts of the movie, you could hear not just your own laugh but that of a crowd.“And there’ll be a girl with him,” Fric continued. “There always is. He broke up with the last one before Florida. I don’t know who the new one is. Maybe she’ll be nice. Sometimes they are. But she’s new, and I’ll have to get to know her, which isn’t easy.”friends?”“They’re okay. They’re all unwinds. His buddies and him, they’re like a club.”A club in which you’re not and never will be a member, Ethan thought, surprised by a sympathy that tightened his throat.He wanted to give the boy a hug, take him to a movie, out to a [455] movie, not downstairs to the mini-Pantages here in Palazzo Rospo, but to some ordinary multiplex crawling with kids and their families, where the air was saturated

Titian Sacred and Profane Love [detail] painting

2008-12-18T00:48:00.001-08:00

Titian Sacred and Profane Love [detail] paintingTitian Bacchus and Ariadne paintingLorenzo Lotto St Catherine of Alexandria painting
Sheen’s creeping smile froze before it fully formed. “What?”“Do you,” Ethan asked, “believe in freedom of religion or are you one of those who think the United States Constitution guarantees you freedom from religion?”Blinking the smile out of his eyes, licking it off his lips, the paramedic said, “Sure, of course, freedom of religion, who doesn’t believe in it?”“If we were to obtain a warrant to search your residence right now,” Hazard said, “,” Hazard said solemnly, “maybe you’d be smart to give him a call.”Still not sure what to believe, Sheen backed away another step, two, then pivoted from them and hurried toward the dayroom in which ambulance crews waited to be dispatched.“SWAT team, my ass,” Hazard grumbled.Ethan smiled. “You da man.”would we find a collection of anti-Christian hate literature, Mr. Sheen?”“What? Me? I don’t hate anybody. I’m a get-along guy. What’re you talking about?”“Would we find bomb-making materials?” Ethan asked.As Sheen’s smirk had frozen and cracked apart under Hazard’s cold [383] stare, so now the color drained from his face, leaving him as gray as the unpainted concrete walls of the ambulance garage.Backing away from Hazard and Ethan, raising his hands as if to call a time-out, Sheen said, “What is this? Are you serious? This is crazy. What—there’s a two-dollar Christmas ornament missing, so I should get a lawyer?”“If you have one

Unknown Artist Jim Dine Hearts painting

2008-12-16T22:09:00.000-08:00

Unknown Artist Jim Dine Hearts paintingAlbert Bierstadt Sierra Nevada paintingGeorge Stubbs Whistlejacket painting
as usual, yet also friendly, presented in calligraphy that made it a minor work of art and lent to it the aura of a historical document. Sitting at the desk in his study, Ethan could hear inand the faint Scottish brogue of the She supplied her cell-phone number, which Ethan already knew, and her son’s phone number. In addition, she provided her son’s street address and the information that less than three blocks from his house was a large, lovely park.The park features many stately old California live oaks and other trees of size, she wrote, but within its boundaries are also at least [280] two generous meadows, either of which housekeeper’s voice.After an initial greeting to the effect that she hoped Ethan had enjoyed a productive day and that the Christmas spirit buoyed him as much as it did her, Mrs. McBee reminded him that she and Mr. McBee would be off to Santa Barbara early in the morning. They were spending two days with their son and his family, and were scheduled to return at 9:00 A.M. on the twenty-fourth.She further reminded him that Santa Barbara lay but an hour to the north and that she remained on call in the event that her counsel was needed.

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait 1940 painting

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

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait 1940 paintingFrida Kahlo My Dress Hangs There paintingFrida Kahlo Fruits of the Earth painting
, “Okay. I believe you.”Feeling low enough to slide under a snake, Ethan said, “Thanks.”Hazard turned in the pew to survey the nave, to be sure that a lost soul had not entered in need of a God fix. “You’ve come clean, so I’ll tell you something, but you’ve got to forget you heard it.”“Already I don’t even remember in a pile beside his .”“That’s not even enough for a first act.”“You know about screenplays, huh? You ?”“No. I’ve still got some self-respect.”Hazard said, “Reynerd was about this young actor goes to a special acting class, makes what he calls ‘a deep intellectual connection’ with his professor. They both hate this character named Cameron Mansfield, who happens to be the biggest movie star in the being here.”“Not much of interest in Reynerd’s apartment. Spare furnishings, everything black-and-white.”[242] “He seemed to live like a monk, but a monk with style.”“And drugs. He had a big stash of coke packaged for resale and a notof names and numbers that’s probably a customer list.”“Famous names?”“Not really. Some actors. Nobody big. The thing you need to know about is the screenplay he was In this town,” Ethan said, “guysscreenplays outnumber those cheating on their wives.”“He had twenty-six pages

Filippino Lippi The Marriage of St Catherine painting

2008-12-10T21:34:00.000-08:00

Filippino Lippi The Marriage of St Catherine paintingFilippino Lippi Allegory paintingBartolome Esteban Murillo A Girl and her Duenna paintingLouis Aston Knight Houses by the River painting
experienced, were a mask that concealed another fear, to which he, being a rational man, was loath to admit.He half expected Rolf Reynerd to be waiting on the fifth floor.How Reynerd would have known about Dunny or where Dunny lived, how attorney, he unlocked the door, eased it open, and entered cautiously.The security alarm was not engaged. On his most recent visit, eight days ago, Ethan had set the alarm when he’d left.The housekeeper, Mrs. Hernandez, had visited in the interim. Before Dunny landed in a hospital, in a coma, she had worked here three days a week; but now she came only on Wednesday.In all likelihood, Mrs. Hernandez had forgotten to enter the alarm code when she’d departed last week. Yet as likely as this explanation might be, Ethan didn’t believe it. Juanita Hernandez was a responsible woman, methodically attentive to detail.he would have known when Ethan intended to come here—these were questions unanswerable without extensive investigation and perhaps without the abandonment of logic.[89] Nevertheless, Ethan stepped to the side of the cab, to make a smaller target of himself. He drew his pistol.The elevator doors opened on a ten-by-twelve foyer paneled in honey-toned, figured anigre. Deserted.Ethan didn’t holster his weapon. Identical doors served two penthouse units, and he went directly to the Whistler apartment.With the key provided by Dunny’s

Vincent van Gogh Couple walking in the forest painting

2008-12-07T22:31:00.000-08:00

Vincent van Gogh Couple walking in the forest paintingVincent van Gogh Couple in the Park,Arles paintingVincent van Gogh Church of Auvers paintingAlfred Gockel Wild Party I painting
green: an unfriendly waste without even a broken tree or a bold stone to relieve the emptiness. They had come to the Brown Lands that lay, vast and desolate, between Southern Mirkwood and the hills of the Emyn Muil. What pestilence or war or evil deed of the Enemy had so blasted all that region even Aragorn could not the southernmost ranks of the Misty Mountains.There was no sign of living moving things, save birds. Of these there were many: small fowl whistling and piping in the reeds, but they were seldom seen. Once or twice the travellers heard the rush and whine of swan-wings, and looking up they saw a great phalanx streaming along the sky.`Swans! ' said Sam. `And mighty big ones too! '`Yes,' said Aragorn, 'and they are black swans.'`How wide and empty and mournful all this country looks! ' said Frodo. `I always imagined that as one journeyed south it got warmer and merrier, until winter was left behind for ever.'tell.Upon the west to their right the land was treeless also, but it was flat, and in many places green with wide plains of grass. On this side of the River they passed forests of great reeds, so tall that they shut out all view to the west, as the little boats went rustling by along their fluttering borders. Their dark withered plumes bent and tossed in the light cold airs, hissing softly and sadly. Here and there through openings Frodo could catch sudden glimpses of rolling meads, and far beyond them hills in the sunset, and away on the edge of sight a dark line, where marched

Volk Warmth painting

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

Volk Warmth paintingUnknown Artist David Winston Solitude painting
heard, something else: like the faint fall of soft bare feet. It was never loud enough, or near enough, for him to feel certain that he heard it; but once it had started it never stopped, while the Company was moving. But it was not an echo, for when they halted great arch they found a stone door: it was half closed, but swung back easily to a gentle thrust. Beyond there seemed to lie a wide chamber cut in the rock.
John William Waterhouse Destiny 1900 paintingJohn William Waterhouse Crystal Ball painting
it pattered on for a little all by itself, and then grew still.It was after nightfall when they had entered the Mines. They had been going for several hours with only brief halts, when Gandalf came to his first serious check. Before him stood a wide dark arch opening into three passages: all led in the same general direction, eastwards; but the left-hand passage plunged down, while the right-hand climbed up, and the middle way seemed to run on, smooth and level but very narrow.'I have no memory of this place at all! ' said Gandalf, standing uncertainly under the arch. He held up his staff in the hope of finding some marks or inscription that might help his choice; but nothing of the kind was to be seen. `I am too weary to decide,' he said, shaking his head. `And I expect that you are all as weary as I am, or wearier. We had better halt here for what is left of the night. You know what I mean! In here it is ever dark; but outside the late Moon is riding westward and the middle-night has passed.'`Poor old Bill! ' said Sam. 'I wonder where he is. I hope those wolves haven't got him yet.'To the left of the

Cheri Blum paintings

2008-12-03T22:47:00.000-08:00

Cheri Blum paintingsCaravaggio paintings
feared. And well is it that not until this year, this very summer, as it seems, did he learn the full truth.'Some here will remember that many years ago I myself dared to pass the doors of the Necromancer in Dol Guldur, and secretly explored his ways, and found thus that our fears were true: he was none other than Sauron, our Enemy of old, at length taking shape and power again. Some, too, will remember also that Saruman dissuaded us from open deeds against him, and for long we watched him only. Yet at last, as his shadow grew, Saruman yielded, and the Council put forth its strength
Claude Lorrain paintingsDouglas Hofmann paintings
'There is indeed a wide waste of time between the River and the Mountain, between the loss and the finding. But the gap in the knowledge of the Wise has been filled at last. Yet too slowly. For the Enemy has been close behind, closer even than I and drove the evil out of Mirkwood and that was in the very year of the finding of this Ring: a strange chance, if chance it was.`But we were too late, as Elrond foresaw. Sauron also had watched us, and had long prepared our stroke, governing Mordor from afar through Minas Morgul, where his Nine servants dwelt, until all was ready. Then he gave way before us, but only feigned to flee, and soon after came to the Dark Tower and openly declared himself. Then for the last time the Council met; for now we learned that he was seeking ever more eagerly for the One. We feared then that he had some news of it that we knew nothing of. But Saruman said nay, and repeated

Caillebotte A Road Near Naples

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

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but all the same we should not name them. The Lord of the Ring is not Frodo, but the master of the Dark Tower of Mordor, whose power is again stretching out over the world! We are sitting in a fortress. Outside it is getting dark.'`Gandalf has been saying many cheerful things like that,' said Pippin. `He thinks I need keeping in orderwere a few guests of other sorts. Elrond, as was his custom, sat in a great chair at the end of the long table upon the dais; and next to him on the one side sat Glorfindel, on the other side sat Gandalf.Frodo looked at them in wonder, for he had never before seen Elrond, of whom so many tales spoke; and as they sat upon his right hand and his left, Glorfindel, and even Gandalf, whom . But it seems impossible, somehow, to feel gloomy or depressed in this place. I feel I could sing, if I knew the right song for the occasion.'`I feel like singing myself,' laughed Frodo. `Though at the moment I feel more like eating and drinking!'`That will soon be cured,' said Pippin. `You have shown your usual cunning in getting up just in time for a meal.'`More than meal! A feast!' said Merry. `As soon as Gandalf reported that you were recovered, the preparations began.' He had hardly finished speaking when they were summoned to the hall by the ringing of many bells.The hall of Elrond's house was filled with folk: Elves for the most part, though there

Volegov Bon Voyage

2008-12-02T00:41:00.000-08:00

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'Half a minute, if you please!' shouted the man over his shoulder, and vanished into a babel of voices and a cloud of smoke. In a moment he was out again, wiping his hands on his apron.'Good evening, little master!' he said, bending down. 'What may you be wanting?''Beds for four, and stabling for five ponies, if that can be managed. Are you Mr. Butterbur?''That's right! Barliman is my name. Barliman Butterbur at your service! sorry not to make you welcome. But there is such a crowd already in the house tonight as there hasn't been for long enough. It never rains but it pours, we say in Bree.'Hi! Nob!' he shouted. 'Where are you, you woolly-footed slow-coach? Nob!''Coming, sir! Coming!' A cheery-looking hobbit bobbed out of a door, and seeing the travellers, stopped short and stared at them with great interest.'Where's Bob?' asked the landlord. 'You don't know? Well find him! Double sharpYou're from the Shire, eh?' he said, and then suddenly he clapped his hand to his forehead, as if trying to remember something. 'Hobbits!' he cried. 'Now what does that remind me of? Might I ask your names, sir?''Mr. Took and Mr. Brandybuck,' said Frodo; 'and this is Sam Gamgee. My name is Underhill.''There now!' said Mr. Butterbur, snapping his fingers. 'It's gone again! But it'll come back, when I have time to think. I'm run off my feet; but I'll see what I can do for you. We don't often get a party out of the Shire nowadays, and I should be

Matisse The Black Table

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

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enormous care. Exhausted and bleary-eyed though he was, he must make one last effort, seeking one last piece of advice.

　　　"The thing that was hidden in the Snitch," he began, "I dropped it in the forest. I don't exactly here, but I'm not going to go looking for it again. Do you agree?"

　　　"My dear boy, I do," said Dumbledore, while his fellow pictures looked confused and curious. "A wise and courageous decision, but no less than I would have expected of you. Does anyone know else know where it fell?""And then there's this." 　　　Harry held up the Elder Wand, and Ron and Hermione looked at it with a reverence that, even in his befuddled and sleep-deprived state, Harry did not like to see.

"No one," said Harry, and Dumbledore nodded his satisfaction.

　　　"I'm going to keep Ignotus's present, though," said Harry, and Dumbledore beamed.

"But of course, Harry, it is yours forever, until you pass it on!"

Childs Central Park Twlight

2008-11-19T22:47:00.000-08:00

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That's for everyone else to do, not you personally?" said Ron.

　Xenophilius did not answer. He kept swallowing, his eyes darting between the three of them. Harry had the impression that he was undergoing some painful internal struggle.

"Where's Luna?" asked Hermione. "Let's see what she thinks."

　Xenophilius gulped. He seemed to be steeling himself. Finally he said in a shaky voice difficult to hear over the noise of the printing press, "Luna is Plimpies. She...she will like to see you. I'll go and call her and then - yes, very well. I shall try to help you."

　He disappeared down the spiral staircase and they heard the front open and close. They looked at each other.

"Cowardly old wart," said Ron. "Luna's got ten times his guts."

　"He's probably worried about what'll happen to them if the Death Eaters find out I was here" said Harry.

Claude Monet Impression Sunrise painting

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

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into the real world, that destiny was acquiring the slow, fatal logic of a dream. "Now I know what a ghost is," he thought. "Unfinished that's what."
Allie's presence in Bombay came, in the next two days, to preoccupy him more and more. His mind insisted on making strange Connections, between, for example, the evident recovery of her feet and the end of her affair with Gibreel: as if he had been crippling her with his jealous love. His rational mind knew that, in fact, her problem with the fallen arches had preceded her with Gibreel, but he had entered an oddly dreamy mood, and seemed impervious to logic. What was she really doing here? Why had she really come? Some terrible doom, he became convinced, was in store.
Zeeny, her medical surgeries, lectures and work for the human-chain demonstration leaving her no time, at present, for Salahuddin and his moods

Caravaggio Martha and Mary Magdalene painting

2008-11-04T19:21:00.001-08:00

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Why you didn't throw them in the wpb?" Gibreel howled. Allie, still not fully understanding the size of his rage, continued lightly. She had kept the pictures because she liked them. The first was an old Punch cartoon in which Leonardo da Vinci stood in his atelier, surrounded by pupils, and hurled the Mona Lisa like a frisbee across the room. "_Mark my words_," he said in the caption, "_one day men shall fly to Padua in such as these_." In the second frame there was a page from _Toff_, a British boys' comic from World War II. It had been thought necessary in a time when so many children became evacuees to create, by way of explanation, a comic--strip version of events in the adult world. Here, therefore, was one of the weekly encounters between the -- the Toff (an appalling monocled child in Etonian bum-freezer and pin-striped trousers) and cloth--capped, scuffkneed Bert -- and the dastardly foe, Hawful Hadolf and the Nastiparts (a bunch of thuggish

Claude Monet Venice Twilight painting

2008-10-27T23:45:00.000-07:00

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While they did not find remnants of ancient matches or lighters, Alperson-Afil said the patterns of burnt flint found in the same place throughout 12 civilizations was evidence of fire-making ability, though the methods used were unclear.
And because the site is located in the Jordan valley -- a key route between Africa and Europe -- it provides evidence of the human migration, she said.
"Once they mastered fire to protect themselves from predators and provide warmth and light, they were secure enough to move into and populate unfamiliar territory," Alperson-Afil said.What you smell may influence emotions in your dreams, according to a new study.
When researchers gave dreaming subjects whiffs of rose scent, the subjects reported rosier dreams. The scent of rotten eggs, on the other hand, provoked unpleasant dreams, the study found.
The different scents were not incorporated literally into a person's dreams, said study author Boris Stuck of the University Hospital Mannheim in Germany.
"There was hardly any kind of a dream dealing with smelling

Claude Monet The House on the River Zaan in Zaandam painting

2008-10-23T00:16:00.000-07:00

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making it treason for anyone to assail his own honour and reputation in any way. He accused a senator, whom he suspected to be of Agrippina's party, of having recited a scurrilous epigram aimed against him. The fact was that the senator's wife one morning noticed a sheet of paper posted high up on the gate of the house. She asked her husband to read out what was on it-he was taller. He slowly spelt out:
"He is no drunkard now of wine As he was drunkard then:
He warms him up with a richer cup- The blood of murdered men.",
She asked innocently what the verse meant and he said, "It's unsafe to explain in public, my dear." A professional informer was hanging about the gate on the chance that when the senator read the epigram, which was Livia's work, he would say something worth reporting. He went straight to Sejanus. Tiberius himself cross-examined the senator, asking what he meant by "unsafe", and to whom, in his opinion, the epigram referred. The senator shuffled and would not give direct answers. Tiberius then said that many libels

Claude Monet Weeping Willow painting

2008-10-23T00:15:00.000-07:00

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treason trials that were going on at the time than in the campaign. He had excused himself to the Senate on the ground of age-and Castor had been engaged in important Business-and explained that he had been keeping in touch with Silius's headquarters all along, giving him valuable advice. Tiberius was very sensitive about the whole French revolt. When the French were beaten he had been made ridiculous by the motion of a waggish senator, an imitator of Callus's tricks, that he should be awarded a triumph for being the man really responsible for victory. He was so displeased by this, taking the line that in any case the victory was not worth talking about, that nobody dared to vote Silius the triumphal ornaments which he thoroughly well deserved. Silius had been disappointed and what he had said about the Rhine mutiny had been said in resentment of Tiberius's ingratitude.
Silius disdained to reply to the charges of treason. He was not guilty of any understanding with the rebels and if the soldiers under his command had

Pino pino color painting

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

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"Yes."
"Well, you'll see that you won't be allowed to get beyond a certain point in it. And the person who stops you—"supplement. Keep them up to date. Books when they grow out of date only serve as wrappings for fish." I said that this would be an honourable duty. 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
Sulpicius came shuffling back at this point and nothing more was said of any interest except when I took my leave of Pollio and he drew me aside and muttered: "Little Claudius, good-bye! But don't be a fool about popular liberty. That cannot come yet. Things must be far worse before they can be better." Then he raised his voice: "And one thing more If, when I'm dead, you ever come across any important point in my histories that you find unhistorical I give you permission-I'll stipulate that you have the authority-to put the corrections in a