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2009-05-27T00:25:00.001-07:00

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Jack Vettriano After Midnight

2009-05-15T01:06:00.000-07:00

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says you've got him there,' said the raven. 'Drop me off over Quirm, will you?'
'What does it ‘mumblemumbledancingmumble.'
'Dancing,' said Ridcully levelly, walking back along the row. 'That's dancing, is it? Banging into people? Throwin' one another over yer shoulders? Twirling around all over the place? Not even trolls act like that (not that I've got anything against trolls mind you marvellous people marvellous people) and you're supposed to be wizards. People are supposed to look up want him for?' said Susan. 'It's using him, but what for?' 'Twenty‑seven dollars!' said Ridcully. 'Twenty‑seven dollars .to get you out! And the sergeant kept grinning all the time! Wizards arrested!'He walked along the row of crestfallen figures.'I mean, how often does the Watch get called in to the Drum?' said Ridcully. 'I mean, what did you think you were doing?''mumblemumblemumble,' said the Dean, looking at the floor.'I'm sorry?'

Jack Vettriano Defending Champions

2009-05-13T01:12:00.000-07:00

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hairy hand was raised high in the air, and then plunged towards the strings.
Blert never for something. He didn't find it, but as the last discords faded away his features twisted into the determined expression of one who intends to go on looking.
'Yer, right. How much?' he said.
It was on sale for fifteen dollars. But Blert's musical soul rebelled. He snapped.
'Twenty‑five dollars,' was what he snapped.
'Yer, right. Will this be enough, then?'
A small ruby was produced from somewhere in a pocket.
'I can't change that!'wanted to repeat the next ten seconds. People shouldn't be allowed to do that sort of thing to a defenceless musical instrument. It was like raising a little pony, feeding it and grooming it properly, plaiting ribbons in its tail, giving it a nice field with bunnies and daisies in it, and then watching the first rider take it out with spurs and a whip.The thug played as if he were searching

Edgar Degas At the Races

2009-05-12T00:09:00.000-07:00

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gets eaten?'
'Part of the miracle of nature,' said the raven.
'That's horrible,' said Susan. Black birds were already circling in the sky.
'Not really,' said the raven. 'Horses for courses, you might say.'
One side, if that's what you could response was called for.
'That was very . . . kind of you . . .' she said.
'Hah! Mangy thing! Thirteen years of sleepin' and crappin' and waiting for the next meal to turn up? Never took half an hour's exercise in his big fat life. Up until they find the will, anyway. Then he's going to be the richest fastest cat in the world–’
The voice faded. So did its 'I think we're going to need that raven,' said Susan. 'I mean, I . . . think I understand you, I just don't know what you're saying . . .
Binky stopped outside a large house, set back a little from the road. It was a slightly pretentious residence with more gables and mullions than it should rightly have, and this was a clue to its origins: it was the kind of house built for himself by a rich merchant when he goes respectable and needs to do something with the loot.

Henri Matisse The Green Line

2009-05-08T02:21:00.001-07:00

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heaved a big leather sack off the floor.
'Dis is what I play,' he said. A number of large round rocks tumbled out on to the floor. Lias picked one up and flicked it with a finger. It went bam.
'Music made from rocks?' said Imp. 'What do you callll it?'
'We call it ?'
‘I bang them together again,' said Lias, one of nature's drummers.
The door to the inner room opened and a man with a pointed nose peered around it.
'You lot together?' he snapped.
There was indeed a river, according to legend, one drop of which would rob Ggroohauga,' said Lias, 'which means, music made from rocks.'The rocks were all of different sizes, carefully tuned here and there by small nicks carved out of the stone.'May I?' said Imp.‘Be my guest.'Imp selected a small rock and flicked it with his finger. It went bop. A smaller one went bing.'What do you do with them?' he said.'I bang them together.''And then what?''What do you mean, "And then what?"''What do you do after you've banged them together

Frida Kahlo Fruits of the Earth

2009-05-07T00:38:00.000-07:00

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wanted a nice quiet hour somewhere to put it all together. Personal isn't the same as important. What sort of person could think like that? And it dawned on him that while Ankh in the past had had its share of evil rulers, and simply bad rulers, it had never yet come under the heel of a good ruler. That might be the most terrifying prospect of all.
'Sir?' said Carrot, Vimes smiled wanly.
'They call me Mister Vimes,' he said.

Carrot walked back to the Watch House, and laid the body of Angua on the slab in the makeshift morgue. Rigor mortis was already setting in.politely.'Uh. We'll bury her up at Small Gods, how about that?' said Vimes. 'It's sort of a Watch tradition . . .''Yes, sir. You go off with Detritus. He's all right when you give him orders. If you don't mind, I don't think I'll be along to the wedding. You know how it is . . .''Yes. Yes, of course. Um. Carrot?' Vimes blinked, to drive away suspicions that clamoured for consideration. 'We shouldn't be too hard on Cruces. I hated the bastard like hell, so I want to be fair to him. I know what the gonne does to people. We're all the same, to the gonne. I'd have been just like him.''No, captain. You put it down.'

Amedeo Modigliani Landscape

2009-05-06T01:30:00.000-07:00

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Gaspode, too,' said the poodle. 'I might have known.'
'You leave her alone,' said Gaspode.
'Oh? You'll The dogs hesitated.
'A wolf's got a jaw four times stronger'n any dog,' said Gaspode. 'And that's just a ordinary wolf—'
'What are you all?' snapped Big Fido. 'You're the pack! No mercy! Get them!'
But a pack doesn't act like that, Angua had said. A pack is an association fight us all for her, will you?' said Big Fido.'I got the Power,' said Gaspode. 'You know that. I'll do it. I'll use it.''There's no time for this!' snarled Angua.'You won't do it,' said Big Fido.'I'll do it.''Every dog's paw'll be turned against you—''I got the Power, me. You back off, all of you.''What power?' said Butch. He was drooling.'Big Fido knows,' said Gaspode. 'He's studied. Now, me an' her are going to walk out of here, right? Nice and slow.'The dogs looked at Big Fido.'Get them,' he said.Angua bared her teeth.

Thomas Moran The Wilds of Lake Superior

2009-05-05T01:38:00.000-07:00

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Fools and the Assassins will be guarding this hole until we can get some masons in tomorrow. No-one is to go through, you the right mood. He's poisoned fifteen people this year. He's almost as good with poisons as old Cruces.'
'Do I need to know that?' said Angua. Downey patted her on the head.
'Oh, Assassins shouldn't kill unless they're being paid. It's these little tips that make all the difference.'
Now Angua was in a position to see the door. There was a name written on a piece of card stuck in a metal bracket.
Edward d'Eath.
'Edward d'Eath,' she said.
'There's a name that tolls a bell,' said G

Thomas Kinkade The Edge of Wilderness

2009-05-04T01:10:00.000-07:00

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isn't a troll,' he said. 'This is Lance-Constable Detritus – don't salute. Trolls attacked the Day Watch?'
'They're chucking cobbles!'
'You can't about it?'
'Is the rent worth more than a farthing a month?'
Muldoon stared at him with his one operating eye.
'Are you simple or what?'
Carrot gave him a big smile. 'That's right, Sergeant Muldoon. Is it, though? Worth a farthing, would you say?'
'There's dwarfs running around the streets looking for a fight and you want to know about property prices?'
'A farthing?'trust 'em,' said Detritus.'Who?' said Skully.'Trolls. Nasty pieces of work in my opinion,' said Detritus, with all the conviction of a troll with a badge. 'They need keeping a eye on.''What's happened to Quirke?' said Carrot.'I don't know! You lot have got to do something'.''We're stood down,' said Colon. 'Official.''Don't give me that!''Ah,' said Carrot, brightly. He pulled a stub of pencil out of his pocket and made a little tick in his black book. 'You still got that little house in Easy Street, Sergeant Muldoon?''What? What? Yes! What

Claude Monet Monet Spring Flowers

2009-04-29T00:00:00.001-07:00

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? Ooooh.' Cuddy grimaced. 'What about you, anyway?' he said. There was something odd about the troll. It hadn't quite dawned on him what it was, but there was definitely something unfamiliar, quite apart from all the holes.
'I suppose .
'Can you knock it down?'
'No. If this place wasn't troll proof, it'd be empty. Sorry.'
'Detritus?'
'Yes?'
Are you all right? Only there's steam comingthe armour was some help,' said Detritus. He pulled at the straps of his breastplate. Five discs of slid out at around belt level. 'If it hadn't slowed down I'd be seriously abraded.''What's up with you? Why are you talking like that?''Lake what, pray?''What happened to the "me big troll" talk? No offence meant.''I'm not sure I understand.'Cuddy shivered, and stamped his feet to keep warm.'Let's get out of here.'They trotted to the door. It was shut fast

Arthur Hughes Ophelia

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

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much does it mean to you?'
Vimes stared. He couldn't find the right words. It was just that he'd always been a man with a badge. He wasn't sure he could be one without the other.
Finally Lord . Remember.'

Cuddy opened his eyes.
'You're alive?' said Detritus.
The dwarf gingerly removed his helmet. There was a gouge in the rim, and his head ached.
'It looks like a mild skin abrasion,' said DVetinari said: 'Very well. I believe you're getting married at noon tomorrow.' His long fingers picked up the gilt-embossed invitation from the desk 'Yes. You can keep your badge, then. And have an honourable retirement. But I'm keeping the sword. And the Day Watch will be sent down to the Yard shortly to disarm your men. I'm standing the Night Watch down, Captain Vimes. In due course I might appoint another man in charge – at my leisure. Until then, you and your men can consider yourselves on leave.''The Day Watch? A bunch of—''I'm sorry?''Yes, sir.''One infraction, however, and the badge is mine

Joseph Mallord William Turner Caernarvon Castle

2009-04-28T00:20:00.000-07:00

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little devils too,' said Lady Selachii. 'Sharp as needles.'
'You know,' Vimes shook his head, 'you know, that's what's so damn annoying, isn't it? The way they can be so incapable of any rational There was a wine bottle near his hand, despite Will-ikins' tactful best efforts to remove it. The neck looked invitingly grippable—
He was aware of eyes on him. He looked across the table into the face of a man who was watching him intently and whose last contribution to the conversation had been 'Could you be so kind as to pass me the seasonings, captain?' There was nothing remarkable about the face, except for the gaze – which was absolutely calm and mildly amused. It was Dr Cruces. Vimes had the strong impression that his thoughts were being read.thought and so bloody shrewd at the same time.'Only Vimes saw the look Lady Ramkin flashed him. Lord Eorle stubbed out his cigar.'They just move in and take over. And work away like ants all the time real people should be getting some sleep. It's not natural.'Vimes' mind circled the comment and compared it to the earlier one about a decent day's work.'Well, one of them won't be working so hard,' said Lady Omnius. 'My maid said one of them was found in the river this morning. Probably some tribal war or something.''Hah . . . it's a start, anyway,' said Lord Eorle, laughing. 'Not that anyone will notice one more or less.'Vimes smiled brightly.

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn

2009-04-27T00:40:00.000-07:00

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behind the clown. Beano felt a crunch, and then his own personal internal universe switched off.
Then he sat up.
'Ow,' he said, 'that hur—'
But it didn't.
Edward d'Eath was looking down at him with a horrified expression.
'Oh . . . I didn't mean to hitday?' said Angua. 'He was caught, wasn't he?'
'Yes. By us. Thieves' Guild didn't get him first. They aren't so kind as us.'
Here'n'now's head bounced from cobblestone to cobblestone.
'Pinching three dollars and then trotting grown walls, in deep shadow.
'Interesting thing,' he said. 'I bet there's not many people know that you can get to Zephire Street from Broad Way. You ask anyone. They'll say you can't get out of the other end of Shirt Alley. But you can because, all you do, you go up Mormius Street, and then you can squeeze between these bollards here into Borborygmic Lane – good, aren't they, very good iron – and here we are in Whilom

Gustav Klimt dancer

2009-04-27T00:38:00.001-07:00

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Shows you've joined.' He looked embarrassed for a moment, and then coughed. 'Right. Oh, yeah. Loada roc—some trolls,' he corrected .
'Shut up,' said Colon. 'Look, it says here. . . says here they're marching. . . says here they're marching up Short Street.' He turned the paper over. 'Is this right?'
'Trolls going one way, dwarfs going the other?' said Carrot.
'Now there's a parade you don't want to miss,' said Nobby.
'What's wrong?' said Angua.
Carrot waved his hands vaguely in the air. 'Oh, dear. It's going himself, 'got some kind of march down Short Street. Lance-Constable Detritus – don't let him salute! Right. What's this about, then?''It Troll New Year,' said Detritus.'Is it? S'pose we got to learn about this sort of thing now. And says here there's this gritsuc—this dwarf rally or something—''Battle of Koom Valley Day,' said Constable Cuddy. 'Famous victory over the trolls.' He looked smug, insofar as anything could be seen behind the beard.'Yeah? From ambush,' grunted Detritus, glowering at the dwarf.'What? It was the trolls—' Cuddy began

Cao Yong TRANSAMERICA PYRAMID

2009-04-24T00:14:00.000-07:00

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‘em . . . two, three, forward, turn . . . Carter . . . back, spin . . . you do a double . . . two, back . . . wandering angus down the middle ...”
241“... back, two ... do it... “
“Carter’s getting . .. one, two ... out of wind ...”
“... two, spin...”
“The accordion’s melting, Jason,” sobbed Carter.
“... one, two, forward . .. bean setting!”
The accordion wheezed. The elves pressed in. Out of the corner of his eye Jason saw a dozen grinning, fascinated faces.
“Jason!”
“... one, two . . . Carter into the middle . . . one, two, spin...”
Seven pairs of boots thudded down .. .
“Jason!”
“... one, two . . . spin . . . ready . . . one, two . . . back . . . back . . . one, two . . . turn . . . KILL . . . and back, one, two...”Terry Pratchett“I’m losing it, Jason!”“Play! ... two, three, spin ...”“They’re all round us!”“Dance!”“They’re watching us! They’re closing in!”“... spin, back ... jump ... we’re nearly at the road ...”“Jason!”“Remember when . . . three, turn ... we won the cup against Ohulan Casuals? . .. spin ...”The sticks met, with a thump of wood against wood.Clods of earth were kicked into the night.“Jason, you don’t mean—“

Pop art miles on yellow

2009-04-24T00:12:00.000-07:00

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I saw Carter and Thatcher.”Mist curled up as the rain drummed into the warmearth. The seven surviving Morris Men crawled under adripping bush.“There’s going to be hell to pay in the morning!”moaned Carter. “When she finds us we’re done for!”“We’ll be all right if we can find some iron,” said Jason.“Iron don’t have no effect on her! She’ll tan our hidesfor us!”
Pop art billie on black
d’you think?”
“But, miss, you can’t take iron—“
Magrat slammed the door. Then she kicked the bowl of milk so hard that it sprayed across the street.
Jason Ogg crawled cautiously through the dripping bracken. There was a figure a few feet away. He hefted the stone in his hand—
“Jason?”
“Is that you, Weaver?”
“No, it’s me—Tailor.”
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Tinker’n Baker found Carpenter just now. Have you seen Weaver?”
“No, butCarter clutched his knees to his chest in terror.
“Who?”
“Mistress Weatherwax!”

Thatcher jabbed him in the ribs. Water cascaded off the leaves above them and tunneled down every neck.

Vincent van Gogh Still Life with Open Bible

2009-04-22T23:27:00.000-07:00

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square, which was already quite full of people. It would have been a market day in any case, but people were erecting benches as well and the Maypole was already up. There were even a few dwarfs and trolls, politely maintaining a distance from one another.
“I just saw a monkey walk across the square,” said
Magrat.
“The whole world’s coming to Lancre!” said Millie, who had once been as far as Slice.
169.
“I’m just Magrat Garlick! Kings ought to marry princesses and duchesses and people like that! People who are used to it! I don’t want people shouting hooray just because I’ve gone by in a coach! And especially not people who’ve known me all my life! All this—this,” her frantic gesture took in the hated garderobe, the huge four-poster bed, and the dressing room full of stiff and expensive clothes, “this stuff ... it’s not for me It’s for some kind of idea. Didn’t you ever get those cut-outs, those dolls, you know, when you were a girl . . . dolls you cut out, and there were cut-out clothes as well? And you could make her anything you wanted? That’s me It’s . . . it’s like the bees! I’m being turned into a queen whether I want to or not! That’s what’s happening to me!”

Mark Spain Pure Elegance

2009-04-20T23:58:00.000-07:00

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humiliation banged back and forth in her skull.
*It was here that the thaum, hitherto believed to be the smallest possible
particle of magic, Ahead of her, the Dancers were dark against the moonlit clouds.
Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.
She was going to have an early night. It had been a busywas successfully demonstrated to be made up ofresonsf or reality fragments. Currently research indicates that each resonis itself made up of a combination of at least five “flavors,” known as“up,” “down,” “sideways,” “sex appeal,” and “peppermint.”+Lit; “Thing-ies.”107Terry PratchettStupid malicious old women! And stupid people, too! She’d won. According to the rules, she’d won! But everyone had laughed at her.That stung. The recollection of those stupid faces, all grinning. And everyone supporting those horrible old women, who had no idea about the meaning of witchcraft and what it could become.She’d show them.

Cao Yong GARDEN BEAUTIES

2009-04-19T23:11:00.000-07:00

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stared at one another for a moment.
The Bursar sagged.
“M-m-much better now, Archchancellor, thank you.”
“Something’s said. “One of three brothers. He married that Palliard girl, remember? The one with the air-cooled teeth?”
“I hope the poor woman’s got some respectable definitely happening. Bursar. I can feel it in my water.”“Anything you say, Archchancellor.”“Bursar?”“Yes, Archchancellor?”“You ain’t a member of some secret society or somethin’, are you?”“Me? No, Archchancellor.”“Then it’d be a damn good idea to take your underpants off your head.”34LOR06 hNb LORIES“Know him?” said Granny Weatherwax.Nanny Ogg knew everyone in Lancre, even the forlorn thing on the bracken.“It’s William Scrope, from over Slice way,” she

Pop art guitar

2009-04-17T00:57:00.000-07:00

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formed the unusual opinion that the job of a king is to make the kingdom a better place for everyone to live in.
Now he was inspecting a complicated piece of equip-ment. It had a pair of shafts for a horse, and the rest of it looked like a cartful of windmills.
He glanced up, and smiled in an absentminded way.
“Oh, hello,” he said. “All back safe then?”
“Um—“ Magrat began.
18“And I think we should do something about the pigs!” Verence shouted, “The Lancre Stripe! Is very hardy! But we could really bring the poundage up! By careful cross-breeding! With, say, the LORQ6 ft/VQ iftQ/£6“It’s a patent crop rotator,” said Verence. He tapped the machine. “Just arrived from Ankh-Morpork. The wave of the future, you know. I’ve really been getting interested in agri-cultural improvement and soil efficiency. We’ll really have to get cracking on this new three-field system.”Magrat was caught off balance.“But I think we’ve only got three fields,” she said, “andthere isn’t much soil in—““It’s very important to maintain the correct relationship between grains, legumes, and roots,” said Verence, raising his voice. “Also, I’m seriously considering clover. I should be interested to know what you think!”“Um—“

Pierre Auguste Renoir At The Theatre

2009-04-16T00:41:00.000-07:00

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the breath of God.
Probably the last man who knew how it worked had been tortured to death years before. Or as soon as it was installed. Killing the creator was a traditional method of patent-protection.
There were the levers and there, hanging over pits in the rock floor, were the two sets of counterweights. Probably it'd only take a "Oh. Yeah."
"Where does the shaft go to?"
"Don't know. There's the big Treadmill of Correction through there."
Ah.
The breath of God was ultimately the sweat of men. Didactylos would have appreciated the joke, Urn thought.
He was aware of a sound that had been there all the time but was only now penetrating through his concentration. It was tinny and faint and full of echoes, but it was voices. From few hundred gallons of water to swing the balance either way. Of course, the water'd have to be pumped up-"Sergeant?"Fergmen peered round the door. He looked nervous, like an atheist in a thunderstorm."What?"Urn pointed."There's a big shaft through the wall there, see? At the bottom of the gear-chain?""The what?""The big knobbly wheels?"

Claude Monet Chrysanthemums

2009-04-15T00:28:00.001-07:00

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back to my room and who would ever know?
I would .
. . . forward nine paces, and right one pace, and forward nineteen paces, and left two paces . . .
There was a light ahead. Not the occasional white glow of moonlight from the slits in the roof, but yellow lamplight, dimming and brightening as its owner came nearer.
"Someone's coming," he whispered. "It must be one of the guides!"
Vorbis had Trembling, Brutha obeyed. He felt the soft flesh of an outflung arm under his sandal for a moment.
The pit, he thought. Look into Vorbis's eyes, and there's the pit. And I'm in it with him.
I've got to remember about fundamental truth.vanished.Brutha hovered uncertainly in the passageway as the light bobbed nearer.An elderly voice said, "That you, Number Four?"The light came round a corner. It half-illuminated an old man, who walked up to Brutha and raised the candle to his face."Where's Number Four?" he said, peering around Brutha.A figure appeared behind the man, from out of a sidepassage. Brutha had the briefest glimpse of Vorbis, his face strangely peaceful, as he gripped the head of his staff, twisted and pulled. Sharp metal glittered for a moment in the candlelight.Then the light went out.Vorbis's voice said, "Take the lead again."

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn

2009-04-14T01:11:00.001-07:00

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Vorbis came to his aid instead.
"This must be very convenient on long voyages," he said.
"Uh. Yes?" said the captain.
"From the provisions point of view," said Vorbis.
"My lord, I don't quite-”
"It must be like having a traveling larder," said Vorbis.
The captain smiled. "Oh no, lord. We don't eat them."
"Surely not? They look quite wholesome to me. "
"Oh, but you know the old saying, lord . . .
"Saying?"
"Oh, they say that after they die, the souls of dead sailors become-”
The captain saw the abyss ahead, but the sentence had plunged on with a horrible momentum of its own.
For a "I say! Yes, you there!" he said.
One of the sailors nodded.
"Fetch me a harpoon," said Vorbis.
The man looked from him to the captain and then scuttled off obediently.while there was no sound but the zip of the waves, the distant splash of the porpoises, and the heaven-shaking thundering of the captain's heart.Vorbis leaned back on the rail."But of course we are not prey to such superstitions," he said lazily."Well, of course," said the captain, clutching at this straw. "Idle sailor talk. If ever I hear it again I shall have the man flog-”Vorbis was looking past his ear.
"But, ah, uh, but your lordship should not, uh, ha, attempt such sport," said the captain. "Ah. Uh. A harpoon is a dangerous weapon in untrained hands, I am afraid

Diego Rivera Detroit Industry

2009-04-13T00:22:00.000-07:00

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gods,' he said. 'Imprisoned in a thought. And perhaps they were never more than a dream.'
His voice become older, deeper. 'Wizards of Unseen University,' it said, 'have I not given you absolute dominion'I have come,' said Rincewind thickly, 'to challenge the sourcerer. Which one is he?'
He surveyed the prostrate wizardry, hefting the half-brick in one hand.
Hakardly risked a glance upwards and made frantic eyebrow movements at Rincewind who, even at the best of times, wasn't much good at interpreting non-verbal communication?'Behind. them the carpet rose slowly over the side of the tower, with Rincewind trying hard to keep his balance. His eyes were wide with the sort of terror that comes naturally to anyone standing on a few threads and several hundred feet of empty air.He lurched off the hovering thing and on to the tower, swinging the loaded sock around his head in wide, dangerous sweeps.Coin saw him reflected in the astonished stares of the assembled wizards. He turned carefully and watched the wizard stagger erratically towards him.'Who are you?' he said.

Juan Gris Teacups

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

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'Search me.'
'Gosh, I'm sorry,' said Nijel, as the guards seemed to realise that the entertainment was over and closed in for the kill.
'Don't blame youself-’ said Rincewind, as Nijel reached up and tried unsuccessfully to free the blade.
'Thank you.'
'- I'll do . 'Who's your friend?'

As has already been indicated, the Luggage seldom shows any sign of emotion, or at least any emotion less extreme than blind rage and hatred, and therefore it is hard to gauge its feelings when it woke up, a few miles outside Al Khali, on its lid in a dried-up wadi with its legs in the air.
Even a few minutes after dawn the air was like the breath of a furnace. After it for you.'Rincewind considered his next step. In fact, he considered several steps. But the door was too far away and anyway, by the sound of it, things were not a lot healthier out there.There was only one thing for it. He'd have to try magic.He raised his hand and two of the men fell over. He raised his other hand and the other two fell over.Just as he was beginning to wonder about this, Conina stepped daintily over the prone bodies, idly rubbing the sides of her hands.'I thought you’d never turn up,' she said

Juan Gris The Open Window

2009-04-09T02:23:00.000-07:00

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Seriph nodded at Rincewind. 'You might as well finish them up, then,' he said. 'Nasty crunchy things, I couldn't see the 'My father taught me to play the harmonica,' she volunteered.
Creosote's lips moved soundlessly as he tried out the idea.
'No good,' he said. 'Doesn't scan. Thanks all the same, though.' He gave her another thoughtful look. 'You know, you really are most becoming. Has anyone ever told you your neck is as a tower of ivory?'
'Never,' said Conina.
'Pity,' said Creosote again. He rummaged among his cushions and produced point.''I don't wish to sound ungrateful,' said Conina, over the sound of Rincewind's frantic coughing. 'But why did you have us brought here?''Good question.' Creosote looked at her blankly for a few seconds, as if trying to remember why they were there.'You really are a most attractive young woman,' he said. 'You can't play a dulcimer, by any chance?''How many blades has it got?' said Conina.'Pity,' said the Seriph, 'I had one specially imported.'

Claude Monet Vase Of Flowers

2009-04-07T23:30:00.000-07:00

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There was a man and he had eight sons. Apart from that, he was nothing more than a comma on the page of History. It's sad, but that's all you can say about some people.
But the eighth certainly against all reason-except the reasons of the heart, which are warm and messy and, well, unreasonable - he fled the halls of magic and fell in love and got married, not necessarily in that order.
And he had seven sons, each one from the cradle at least as powerful as any wizard in the world.
And then he had an eighth son ...
A wizard squared. A source of magic.
A sourcerer.
son grew up and married and had eight sons, and because there is only one suitable profession for the eighth son of an eighth son, he became a wizard. And he became wise and powerful, or at any rate powerful, and wore a pointed hat and there it would have ended ...Should have ended ...But against the Lore of Magic and

Tamara de Lempicka La bella Rafaela

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

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“Take my hand, child,” she said.
Diamanda stuck out a hand gingerly.
There was something about the eyes. It wasn’t the shape or the color. There was no evil glint. But there was ...
... a look. It was such a look that a microbe might encounter if it could see up from the bottom end of the microscope. It said: You are nothing. It said: You are flawed, you have no value. It said: You are animal. It said: Perhaps you may be a pet, or perhaps you may be a quarry. It said:
And the choice is not yours.
She tried to pull her hand away.It oughtn’t to be possible. She’d only ever tried it seriously when she was lying down, or at least when she had something to lean against.
She tried it now .. .
There were four elves chasing them. She didn’t even think about looking into their minds. But the horses ... ah, the horses . . .
They were carnivores, minds like an arrowhead.
The rules of Borrowing were: you didn’t hurt, you just
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Rene Magritte Personal Values

2009-04-06T00:47:00.000-07:00

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nasty recollections settled on Ridcully’s mind.
‘Good idea,’ he said.
‘But Mr Poons is still in there!’
Ridcully tried to focus on the glowing building.
‘What, dead Windle Poons?’
‘Arthur flew back when we realised he wasn’t with us and he said Windle was fighting something that’d come out of the walls! We saw lots of trolleys but they weren’t bothered about us! He let us get out!’ ‘What, dead Windle Poons?’
‘keen on . . . he . . .’ Ridcully hazarded. A lot of this was beyond him, but to people like Ridcully this didn’t matter for very long. Ridcully was simple-minded. This doesn’t mean stupid. It just meant that he could only think properly about things if he cut away all the complicated bits around the edges.
He concentrated on the single main fact. Someone who was technically a wizard was in trouble. He could relate to that. It struck a chord. The whole dead-or-alive businessYou can’t magic the place to bits with one of your wizards in there!’‘What, dead Windle Poons?’‘Yes!’‘But he’s dead,’ said Ridcully. ‘Isn’t he? He said he was.’ ‘Ha!’ said someone who had much less skin than Ridcully would have liked him to have. ‘That’s typical.That’s naked vitalism, that is. I bet they’d rescue someone in there if they happened to be alive.’‘But he wanted . . . he wasn’t

Claude Monet Poplars

2009-04-03T00:47:00.000-07:00

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glanced under the machine. A dozen sickles were bolted to a big horizontal wheel. Ingenious linkages took power from the wheels, via a selection of pulleys, to a whirligig arrangement of metal arms. He began to experience afished around among the debris on the floor, picked up a small knurled object, and screwed it on to a protruding piece of the mechanism.’Very important job. It stops the elliptical cam gradually sliding up the beam shaft and catching on the flange rebate, with disastrous results as you can no doubt imagine.’
Simnel stood back and wiped his hands on a cloth, making them slightly horrible feeling about the thing in front of him, but he asked anyway.‘Well, the heart of it all is this cam shaft,’ said Simnel, gratified at the interest. ‘The power comes up via the pulley here, and the cams move the swaging arms - that’s these things - and the combing gate, which is operated by the reciprocating mechanism, comes down just as the gripping shutter drops in this slot here, and of course at the same time the two brass balls go round and round and the flatting sheets carry off the straw while the grain drops with the aid of gravity down the riffling screw and into the hopper. Simple.’AND THE THREE-EIGHTHS GRIPLEY?‘Good job you reminded me.’ Simnel

John Constable Wivenhoe Park

2009-04-02T00:29:00.000-07:00

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watch what you’re doing . . . where am I. . . quit shoving, there. . .
And then they faded again.
They were replaced by a squeaking noise from the next room. She pushed aside her boiled egg and waddled into the kitchen and selected a heavy frying pan. She waved it through the air once or twice, getting the heft of it, and then crept towards the crystal under its hood.
Raising the pan ready to swat anything unpleasant, she twitched aside the cover.
The ball was turning slowly round and round on its stand. Evadne watched it for a while. Then she drew the curtains, eased her weight down on the chair, took a deep breath and said, ‘ Is there anybody through the bead curtain.The sound was coming from under the severe, no-l It would say, for example, that you would shortly undergo a painful bowel movement. nonsense hessian cover of her crystal ball.Evadne went back

William Etty Hero and Leander

2009-04-01T00:10:00.000-07:00

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said, in a voice that would have been even chillier if it was not already at absolute zero, No.
One said, Sorry. Just my little joke.
One said, Besides, sometimes he wonders about his job. Such speculation is dangerous.
One said, No argument there.

One, who seemed to have been thinking about something, said, Just one moment. Did you not just use the singular pronoun, ‘my’? Not developing a personality, are you?
One said, guiltily, Who? Us?
One said. space on the back of a giant turtle.
One said, Oh, one of that sort. I hate them.
One said, You’re doing it again. You said ‘I’.
One said, No! No! I didn’t! I never said ‘I’! . . . oh, bugger . . . It burst into flame ?iyld? burned in the same way that a small cloud of vapour burns, quickly and with no residual mess. Almost immediately, another one appeared. It was identical in appearance to its vanished sibling. One Where there is personality, there is discord.One said. Yes. Yes. Very true.One said, All right. But watch it in future.One said, Then we are agreed?They looked up at the face of Azrael, outlined against the sky. In fact, it ?loas? the sky.Azrael nodded, slowly.One said, Very well. Where is this place?One said, It is the Discworld. It rides through

Salvador Dali Figure on the Rocks

2009-03-31T00:20:00.000-07:00

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small, weary, moth‑eaten dog thought hard about the difference between looking and acting like a wonder dog and merely being one.
It said ‘Bugger.’

Victor remembered being frightened of tigers when he was young. In vain did people point out that the nearest tiger was three thousand miles away. He’d say, ‘Is there any sea between where they live and here?’ and ‘A bit. It’s very clammy down here.’
‘Is it your teeth I can hear chattering?’
‘Who else’s? No,’ he added hurriedly, ‘don’t even think about it.’
‘You know,’ she said, after a while, ‘I don’t remember anything about tying you up. I’m people would say, ‘Well, no, but‑‘ and he’d say, ‘Then it’s just a matter of distance.’Darkness was the same thing. All dreadful dark places were connected by the nature of darkness itself. Darkness was everywhere, all the time, just waiting for the lights to go out. Just like the Dungeon Dimensions, really. Just waiting for reality to snap.He held on tight to Ginger.‘You needn’t,’ she said. ‘I’ve got a grip on myself now.’‘Oh, good,’ he said weakly.‘The trouble is, so have you.’He relaxed.‘Are you cold?’ she said.

Bill Brauer Gold Dress

2009-03-30T00:23:00.000-07:00

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You’ve got to promise me,’ she said, ‘that if anything happens, you won’t try to take advantage of the situation.’
Victor sighed. ‘I promise.’
‘It’s just that I’ve got a career to think about, you see.’
‘Yes, I see.’
Victor sat by the lamp and took the book out of his pocket.
‘I’m not He heard her yawn.
‘Did I finish telling you about the dream?’ she said.
‘I don’t think so,’ said Victor, in what he hoped was a politely discouraging voice.
‘It always starts off with this mountain‑‘
‘Look, you really shouldn’t be talking‑‘
‘‑and there are stars around it, you know, in the sky, but trying to be ungrateful or anything like that,’ Ginger went on.Victor ruffled through the yellowing pages, looking for the place he’d got to. Scores of people had spent their lives by Holy Wood Hill, apparently just to keep a fire alight and chant three times a day. Why?‘What are you reading?’ said Ginger, after a while.‘It’s an old book I found,’ said Victor, shortly. ‘It’s about Holy Wood.’‘Oh.’‘I should get some sleep if I were you,’ he said, twisting so that he could make out the crabby script in the lamp light.

Guido Reni Archangel Michael

2009-03-27T00:19:00.000-07:00

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troll like Rock or Morry, who had a way with words. Basically, he’d never needed much of what you might call a vocabulary. He kicked despondently at the sand. What chance did he have with a smart lady like her?
There the troll suggested, i.e., a candle-lit human for two, although of course that sort of thing wasn’t done any more now, at least if there was any chance of being caught.
She shouldn’t narrow her eyes and catch him a ding across the ear that made his eyeballs rattle.
‘You stupid troll!’ she shouted, as Detritus staggered around in a circle. ‘What you do that for? You think I unsophisticated girl just off mountain? Why you not do it right?’was a thump of heavy feet, and the door opened. The object of desire stepped out into the night and took a deep breath, which had the same effect on Detritus as an ice cube down the neck. He gave his rock a panicky look. It didn’t seem anything like big enough now, when you saw the size of her. But maybe it was what you did with it that mattered. Well, this was it. They said you never forgot your first time . . . He wound up his arm with the rock in it and hit her squarely between the eyes. That’s when it all started to go wrong. Tradition said that the girl, when she was able to focus again, and if the rock was of an acceptable standard, should immediately be amenable to whatever

Vincent van Gogh The Red Vineyard

2009-03-26T21:49:00.000-07:00

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twig fire burned on the slope of Holy Wood Hill. Victor had lit it because - well, because it was reassuring. Because it was the sort of thing humans did.
He found it necessary to remember he was human, and probably not crazy.
It wasn’t that he’d been talking to a dog. People often talked to dogs. The same applied to the cat. And maybe even me, being chased by this,’ it indicated the cat looming over it, ‘around the kitchen. Scrabble, scrabble, squeak, panic. Then the rabbit. It was the conversation with the mouse and the duck that might be considered odd. ‘You think we wanted to talk?’ snapped the rabbit. ‘One minute I’m just another rabbit and happy about it, next minute whazaam, I’m thinking. That’s a major drawback if you’re looking for happiness as a rabbit, let me tell you. You want grass and sex, not thoughts like "What’s it all about, when you get right down to it?" ‘ ‘Yeah, but at least you eats grass,’ Gaspode pointed out. ‘At least grass don’t talk back at you. The last thing you needs when you’re hungry is a bloody ethical conundrum on your plate.’ ‘You think you’ve got problems,’ said the cat, apparently reading his mind. ‘I’m reduched to eating fish. You put a paw on your dinner, it shoutsh "Help!", you got a major predicament.’ There was silence. They looked at Victor. So did the mouse. And the duck. The duck was looking particularly belligerent. It had probably heard about orange sauce. ‘Yeah. Take us,’ said the mouse. ‘There’s

Frida Kahlo Luther Burbank

2009-03-26T00:19:00.000-07:00

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sat back. Silverfish flashed him a look of bright incomprehension.
‘Just run that past me one more time, will you?’ he said.
‘They’ll want to do exactly the same thing!’ said Dibbler.
‘I know,’ said‘You really think that will work?’ said Silverfish.
‘Yes,’ said Dibbler flatly. ‘You listen to the street traders any morning. They don’t shout, "Nearly-fresh oranges, only slightly squashy, reasonable value", do they? No, they shout, "Git chore orinjes, they’re luvverly". Good business sense.’ Victor. ‘They’ll want us to hold up cards with things on like "Harga’s Isn’t the Best Place in Town, Actually, Ours Is".’ ‘Something like that, something like that,’ snapped Dibbler, glaring at him. ‘Maybe we can work on the words, but something like that.’ ‘But, but,’ Silverfish fought to keep ahead of the conversation, ‘Harga won’t like it, will he? If he pays us money to say his place is best, and then we take money from other people to say that their place is best, then he’s bound to–’ ‘Pay us more money,’ said Dibbler, ‘to say it again, only in larger letters.’ They stared at him.

Thomas Moran Entrance to the Grand Canal, Venice

2009-03-25T20:52:00.000-07:00

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haven’t contributed very much to this project, but I did come up with this, er, this stuff.’
He pulled a very large bag from the pocket of his robe and dropped it on the table. It fell over, and a few fluffy, white mis-and cautiously selected a fluffy morsel. He chewed it thoughtfully.
‘Don’t really know why I did it,’ said Peavie, blushing. ‘Just sort of had an idea that it was right.’
Silverfish went on chewing.
‘Tastes like cardboard,’ he said, after a while.
‘Sorry,’ said Peavie, trying to scoop the rest of the heap back into shapen balls rolled out. The alchemists stared at it. ‘What is it?’ said Lully. ‘Well,’ said Peavie, uncomfortably, ‘what you do is, you take some corn, and you put it in, say, a Number 3 crucible, with some cooking oil, you see, and then you put a plate or something on top of it, and when you heat it up it goes bang, I mean, not seriously bang, and when it’s stopped banging you take the plate off and it’s metamorphosed into these, er, things . . . ‘ He looked at their uncomprehending faces. ‘You can eat it,’ he mumbled apologetically. ‘If you put butter and salt on it, it tastes like salty butter.’ Silverfish reached out a chemical-stained hand

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Autumn

2009-03-24T01:25:00.001-07:00

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binocular vision. This close, its body was slightly transparent, as though someone had sketched in all the lines and got bored before it was time to do the shading. It trod on a small tomb, crushing it to powder.
A hand condiment set of their choice. It exploded like an unwound dandelion, silent as starlight, searing as a supernova.
Only after it had been bathing the necropolis in its impossible brilliance for several seconds did the sound come, and it was sound that winds itself up through the bones, creeps into every cell of the body, and tries with some success to turn them inside out. It was too loud to be called noise. There is sound so loud that it prevents itself from being heard, and this was that kind of sound.like a cluster of canoes with claws on hovered over Teppic. The pyramid trembled and the stone under his feet felt warm, but it resolutely forbore from any signs of wanting to flare. The hand descended. Teppic sank on one knee and, out of desperation, raised the knife over his head in both hands. The light glinted for a moment off the tip of the blade and then the Great Pyramid flared. It did it in absolute silence to begin with, sending up a spire of eye-torturing flame that turned the whole kingdom into a criss-cross of black shadow and white light, a flame that might have turned any watchers not just into a pillar of salt but into a complete

Leonardo da Vinci The Madonna of the Carnation

2009-03-23T00:38:00.000-07:00

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'Look at it, will you? You have to turn your head and sort of look out of the corner of your eye.' Teppic's dagger smacked into the crack, which was no more than a faint line on the rock.
'Well, it goes on a long way,' said Ptraci, staring along the burning pavement.
'All the way from the Second Cataract to the Delta,' said Teppic. 'Covering your eye with one hand helps. Please give itbeing turned inside out?' said Teppic.
'Yes,' said Ptraci coldly. 'Can I have my bangles, please?'
'What?'
'My bangles. You put them in your pocket. I want them, please.'
Teppic shrugged, and fished in his pouch. The bangles were mostly copper, with a few bits of chipped enamel. Here and there the craftsman had tried, without much success, to do something interesting a try. Please!' She put one hesitant hand over her eye and squinted obediently at the rock. Eventually she said. 'It's no good, I can't - seeee-' She stayed motionless for a moment and then flung herself sideways on to the rocks. Teppic stopped trying to hammer the knife into the crack and crawled over to her. 'I was right on the edge!' she wailed. 'You saw it?' he said hopefully. She nodded and, with great care, got to her feet and backed away. 'Did your eyes feel as though they were

Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman

2009-03-20T23:37:00.000-07:00

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turned over, his head hitting the pillow with a thud.
And plumbing. What a great idea that was. It was amazing what you could do with a hole in the ground.
Yes, plumbing. And bloody doors. Teppic definitely wasn't used to having several attendants waiting on his will all the time, so and Scorned the Pillows of his Forebears.'
He dreamed of Khuft - huge, bearded, speaking in thunder and lightning, calling down the wrath of the heavens on this descendant who was betraying the noble past.
Dios floated past his vision, explaining that as a result of an edict passed several thousand years ago it was essential that he marry a cat.performing his ablutions before bed had been extremely embarrassing. And the people, too. He was definitely going to get to know the people. It was wrong, all this skulking in palaces. And how was a fellow supposed to sleep with the sky over the river glowing like a firework? Eventually sheer exhaustion wrestled his body into some zone between sleeping and waking, and mad images stalked across his eyeballs. There was the shame of his ancestors when future archaeologists translated the as-yet unpainted frescoes of his reign: '"Squiggle, constipated eagle, wiggly line, hippo's bottom, squiggle": And in the year of the Cycle of Cephnet the Sun God Teppic had Plumbing Installed

Jack Vettriano Woman Pursued

2009-03-20T00:14:00.000-07:00

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But here, away from the great centres of population, where the Circle Sea meets the desert, there is a line of cold blue fireIn the cool of the river valley dawn the high priest Dios opened his eyes. He didn't sleep these days. He couldn't remember when he last slept. Sleep was too close to the other thing and, anyway, he didn't seem to need it. Just lying down was enough - at least, just lying down here. The fatigue poisons dwindled away, like everything else. For a while.
Long enough, anyway.. Flames as chilly as the slopes of Hell roar towards the sky. Ghostly light flickers across the desert. The pyramids in the ancient valley of the Djel are flaring their power into the night. The energy streaming up from their paracosmic peaks may, in chapters to come, illuminate many mysteries: why tortoises hate philosophy, why too much religion is bad for goats, and what it is that handmaidens actually do. It will certainly show what our ancestors would be thinking if they were alive today. People have often speculated about this. Would they approve of modern society, they ask, would they marvel at present-day achievements? And of course this misses a fundamental point. What our ancestors would really be thinking, if they were alive today, is: 'Why is it so dark in here?'

Henri Matisse La moulade

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

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Daff said she saw them actors practisin' this morning,' said Nanny Ogg, who was carrying a bag'of walnuts and a leather gone.'
The Fool was waiting despondently inside the little wicket gate. His face brightened when he saw Magrat, and then froze in an expression of polite surprise when he saw the other two.
'There's not going to be any trouble, is there?' he said. 'I don't want there to be any trouble. Please.'
'I'm sure I don't know what you mean,' said Granny regally, sweeping past.bottle from which rose a rich, sharp smell. 'She said it was all shouting and stabbing and then wondering who done it and long bits with people muttering to themselves in loud voices.''Actors,' said Granny, witheringly. 'As if the world weren't full of enough history without inventing more.''They shout so loud, too,' said Nanny. 'You can hardly hear yourself talk.' She was also carrying, deep in her apron pocket, a lump of haunted castle rock. The king was getting in free.Granny nodded. But, she thought, it was going to be worth it. She hadn't got the faintest idea what Tomjon had in mind, but her inbuilt sense of drama assured her that the boy would be bound to do something important. She wondered if he would leap off the stage and stab the duke to death, and realised that she was hoping like hell that he would.'All hail wossname,' she said under her breath, 'who shall be king here, after.''Let's get a move on,' said Nanny. 'All the sherry'll be

Juan Gris Pears and Grapes on a Table

2009-03-17T22:37:00.000-07:00

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tavern,' said Tomjon. 'I've heard about them. There's to see a troll tavern.'
They're for trolls only, boy. Molten lava to drink and rock music and cheese 'n' chutney flavoured pebbles.'
'What approved. For some reason his fellow expatriates, who at home did nothing more objectionable than mine a bit of iron ore and hunt small creatures, felt impelled, once in the big city, to wear chain mail underwear, go around with axes in their belts, and call themselves names like Timkin Rumbleguts. And no-one could beat a city dwarf when it came to quaffing. Sometimes they missed their mouths altogether.
'Anyway,' he added, 'you'd get thrown out for being too creative. The actual words are, "Gold, gold, gold, gold, gold, gold".'
'Is there a chorus?'about dwarf bars?''You'd hate it,' said Hwel, fervently. 'Besides, you'd run out of headroom.''Low dives, are they?''Look at it like this – how long do you think you could sing about gold?'' "It's yellow and it goes chink and you can buy things with it," ' said Tomjon experimentally, as they strolled through the crowds on the Plaza of Broken Moons. 'Four seconds, I think.''Right. Five hours of it gets a bit repetitive.' Hwel kicked a pebble gloomily. He'd investigated a few dwarf bars last time they were in town, and hadn't

Frida Kahlo Me and My Doll

2009-03-16T23:02:00.001-07:00

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happened to haunt the castle merely because it had been built on his burial mound. For no obvious reason a chariot with a screaming woman in it occasionally rumbled through the laundry room. As for the kitchen . . .
One day misty. Several noticed him, and there was a weird blarting of noises that sounded far-off, tinny and unpleasantly out of register. Through them all the cook and his assistants wandered quite unconcernedly, making vegetarian sausages.
Verence had stared for half a minute and then fled, wishing that he still had a real stomach he'd given in, despite everything old Champot had said, and had followed the smells of cooking into the big, hot, high domed cavern that served the castle as kitchen and abattoir. Funny thing, that. He'd never been down there since his childhood. Somehow kings and kitchens didn't go well together.It was full of ghosts.But they weren't human. They weren't even proto-human.They were stags. They were bullocks. They were rabbits, and pheasants, and partridges, and sheep, and pigs. There were even some round blobby things that looked unpleasantly like the ghosts of oysters. They were packed so tightly that in fact they merged and mingled, turning the kitchen into a silent, jostling nightmare of teeth and fur and horns, half-seen and

Pedro Alvarez Tango Argentino

2009-03-15T22:31:00.001-07:00

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The witches looked around. Eventually Magrat risked, 'You mean in the pub?'
It was cold and draughty in the Great Hall of Lancre Castle, and the new chamberlain's bladder wasn't getting any younger. He stood and squirmed under the gaze of Lady Felmet.
'Oh, yes,' he said. 'We've got them all right. Lots.'
'And people don't do anything about them?' said the duchess.
The said the duchess sternly. 'And we don't propose to allow them here. You will furnish us with their addresses.'
'Addresses, ladyship?'
'Where they live. I trust your tax gatherers know where to find them?'chamberlain blinked. 'I'm sorry?' he said.'People tolerate them?''Oh, indeed,' said the chamberlain happily. 'It's considered good luck to have a witch living in your village. My word, yes.''Why?'The chamberlain hesitated. The last time he had resorted to a witch it had been because certain rectal problems had turned the privy into a daily torture chamber, and the jar of ointment she had prepared had turned the world into a nicer place.'They smooth out life's little humps and bumps,' he said.'Where I come from, we don't allow witches,'

Pino DANCING IN BARCELONA

2009-03-12T23:08:00.000-07:00

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'Why didn't you say?'
PEOPLE USUALLY PREFER ME NOT TO.
Keeble scrabbled among his papers, giggling hysterically.
'You want to dothe heart of a yellow dwarf which went nova most satisfactorily. He stood in the saddle and whirled the blade around his head, laughing as the blue flame fanned across the sky leaving a trail of darkness and embers.
And didn't stop. Mort struggled as the sword cut through the horizon, grinding something else?' he said. Tooth fairy? Water sprite? Sandman?'DO NOT BE FOOLISH. I SIMPLY – FEEL I WANT A CHANGE.Keeble's frantic rustling at last turned up the paper he'd been searching for. He gave a maniacal laugh and thrust it into Death's hands.Death read it.THIS is A JOB? PEOPLE ARE PAID TO DO THIS?'Yes, yes, go and see him, you're just the right type. Only don't tell him I sent you.' Binky moved at a hard gallop across the night, the Disc unrolling far below his hooves. Now Mort found that the sword could reach out further than he had thought, it could reach the stars themselves, and he swung it across the deeps of space and into

Edward Hopper Second Story Sunlight

2009-03-12T00:36:00.000-07:00

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muffled. Binky's breath made fountains of cloud in the still air. He whinnied gently, almost apologetically, and pawed at the ground.
Mort slid out of the saddle and crept up to the interface. It crackled softly. Weird shapes coruscated across it, flowing andthe transparent interface, and certainly no owl reappeared on the other side. Just as he was puzzling over this there was another soundless splash a few feet away and the bird burst into view again, totally unconcerned, and skimmed away across the fields.
Mort pulled himself together, and stepped through the barrier which was no barrier at all. It tingled.
A moment later Binky burst through after him, eyes rolling in desperation and tendrils of interface catching on his hooves. He reared up, shaking his mane like a dog to remove clinging fibres of mist, and looked at Mort beseechingly. shifting and disappearing.After some searching he found a stick and poked it cautiously into the wall. It made strange ripples that wobbled slowly out of sight.Mort looked up as a shape drifted overhead. It was a black owl, patrollng the ditches for anything small and squeaky.It hit the wall with a splash of sparkling mist, leaving an owl-shaped ripple that grew and spread until it joined the boiling kaleidoscope.Then it vanished. Mort could see through

Albert Moore A Venus

2009-03-11T23:51:00.000-07:00

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sensible about this.'
Mort stared at his knees. Then he stood up.
'I think I'd said the princess. 'I've got a foodtaster.'
'You should get a bodyguard as well,' said Mort. 'I must go. I have important things to do. Farewell,' he added, in what he hoped was the right tone of injured pride.
'Shall I see you again?' said Keli. 'There's lots I want to —'better be going,' he said coldly.He folded up the scythe and stuck it into its sheath behind the saddle. Then he looked at the window.'You came through that,' said Keli, helpfully. 'Look, when I said —''Does it open?''No. There's a balcony along the passage. But people will see you!'Mort ignored her, pulled open the door and led Binky out into the corridor. Keli ran after them. A maid stopped, curtsied, and frowned slightly as her brain wisely dismissed the sight of a very large horse walking along the carpet.The balcony overlooked one of the inner courtyards. Mort glanced over the parapet, and then mounted.'Watch out for the duke,' he said. 'He's behind all this.''My father always warned me about him,'

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with the Yarnwinder

2009-03-11T00:13:00.000-07:00

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Ankhian trader can't sleep for thinking of the money he's not making.
'Doesn't on the other side stiffened when he heard those sombre, leaden tones and swung around. He blanched and muttered a few protective incantations after Death turned, very slowly for maximum effect, and treated him to a grin.
A few minutes later, feeling rather self-conscious and chilly around the ears, Mort was anyone ever go to bed around here?' said Mort.THIS IS A CITY, said Death, and pushed open the door of a clothing store. When they came out twenty minutes later Mort was wearing a neatly— itting black robe with faint silver embroidery, and the shopkeeper was looking at a handful of antique copper coins and wondering precisely how he came to have them.'How do you get all those coins?' asked Mort.IN PAIRS.An all-night barber sheared Mort's hair into the young bloods while Death relaxed in the next chair, humming to himself. Much to his surprise, he felt in a good humour.In fact after a while he pushed his hood back and glanced up at the barber's apprentice, who tied a towel around his neck in that unseeing, hypnotised way that Mort was coming to recognise, and said, A SPLASH OF TOILET WATER AND A POLISH, MY GOOD MAN.An elderly wizard having a beard-trim

Jean Francois Millet The sower

2009-03-09T22:45:00.000-07:00

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Yes, m'm," said the maid beside her.
"What about up several social classes.
"Pray hexcuse us," she said. "You find us hall at sixes and sevens, it being washing day and heverything. His this a courtesy call or may I make so bold as to ask -"she lowered her voice -" his there a message from the Hother Sade?"
Granny looked blank, but only a fraction of a second. The witchmarks on tincture of myrryt?" "Yes, m'm. It just turned it blue, m'm." "Well, it's a new one on me," said the laundry woman. "And Ay've seen brimstone and soot and dragon blood and demon blood and Aye don't know what else." She turned the vest over and read the nametape carefully sewn inside. "Hmm. Granpone the White. He's going to be Granpone the Grey if he doesn't take better care of his laundry. Aye tell you, girl, a white magician is just a black magician with a good housekeeper. Take it -" She caught sight of Granny, and stopped. "Ee ocked hat hee oor," said Granny's guide, dropping a hurried curtsey. "Oo ed hat -" "Yes, yes, thank you, Ksandra, you may go," said the fat woman. She stood up and beamed at Granny, and with an almost perceptible click wound her voice

Diego Rivera Detroit Industry

2009-03-09T01:12:00.000-07:00

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into the bird's head to calm its fears and dispel its panic. It allowed her to pick it up and sat awkwardly on her wrist, its talons gripping tight enough to draw blood.
Granny took the staff and made her way upstairs, to where Esk lay on the narrow bed in the low bedroom with its enough about wizardry to be certain that it would be a high one. But if you were worried about the price, then why were you in the shop?
She cleared her throat, and wondered what the hell she was supposed to do next. Perhaps if she
The power hit her like a half-brick. She could feel it take her and lift her so that she was amazed to look down and see her feet still firmly on the floorboards. She tried to take a step forward and magical discharges crackled ancient contoured ceiling. She made the bird perch on the bedrail and turned her attention to the staff. Once more the carvings shifted under her glare, never quite revealing their true form. Granny was no stranger to the uses of power, but she knew she relied on gentle pressure subtly to steer the tide of things. She didn't put it like that, of course - she would have said that there was always a lever if you knew where to look. The power in the staff was harsh, fierce, the raw stuff of magic distilled out of the forces that powered the universe itself. There would be a price. And Granny knew

Caravaggio Madonna di Loreto

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

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a terrible thought occurred to him.
'Where's the picture box?' he asked urgently.
'What?' said Rincewind, eyes fixed on the sky.
'The picture box,' said Twoflower. 'I must get a picture of this!'
'Can't you Great A'Tuin was very pleased and contented, and feelings like that in a brain the size of several large cities are bound to radiate out. In fact most people on the Disc were currently in a state of mind normally achievable only or about thirty seconds of illegal herbage.
That's old Twoflower, Rincewind thought. It's not that he doesn't appreciate beauty, he just appreciates just remember it?' said Bethan, not looking at him.'I might forget.''I won't ever forget,' she said. 'It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.''Much better than pigeons and billiard balls,' agreed Cohen. 'I'll give you that, Rincewind. How's it done?''I dunno,' said Rincewind.'The star's getting smaller,' said Bethan.Rincewind was vaguely aware of Twoflower's voice arguing with the demon who lived in the box and painted the pictures. It was quite a technical argument, about field depths and whether or not the demon still had enough red paint.It should be pointed out that currently

Leroy Neiman Elephant Stampede

2009-03-05T01:08:00.000-08:00

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pick a bit up, here and there.' The shopkeeper blew his nose. 'Sometimes I land on a world where they understand these things.' He turned a pair of small, sad eyes on Twoflower. 'You've got a kind face, sir. I don't mind telling you.'
'Telling me what?'
'It's no know, minding the Shop. Never settling down, always on the move, never closing.'
Why don't you stop, then?'
'Ah, that's it, you see, sir—I can't. I'm under a curse, I am. A terrible thing.' He blew his nose again.
'Cursed to'Oh.'
'I told him there was no demand for it!'
'After making the sucking noise?'
'Yes. I probably grinned, too.' run a shop?''Forever, sir, forever. And never closing! For hundreds of years! There was this sorcerer, you see. I did a terrible thing.''In a shop?' said Twoflower.'Oh, yes. I can't remember what it was he wanted, but when he asked for it I – I gave one of those sucking-in noises, you know, like whistling only backwards?' He demonstrated.Twoflower looked sombre, but he was at heart a kind man and always ready to forgive.'I see,' he said slowly. 'Even so —''That's not all!'
'Oh, dear. You didn't call him squire, did you?'

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Children on the Beach Valencia

2009-03-03T21:50:00.000-08:00

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tinted spectacles, Rincewind knew – he looked at it through a rose-tinted brain, too, and heard it through rose-tinted ears.
The drawing near, alerted by Trymon.
But a small and solitary figure was also watching from the cover of a handy fallen stone. One of the Disc's greatest legends watched the events in the stone circle with considerable interest.
He saw the druids circle and chant, saw the chief druid I raise his sickle . . .'
Heard the voice.
'I say! Excuse me! Can I have a word?'chant was rising inexorably to a crescendo. The head druid was testing the edge of his sickle and all eyes were turned to the finger of stone on the snowy hills beyond the circle where the moon was due to make a guest appearance.'It's no use you—'But Rincewind was talking to himself. However, the chilly landscape outside the circle was not entirely devoid of life. For one thing a party of wizards was even now

Guido Reni The Coronation of the Virgin

2009-03-02T19:36:00.000-08:00

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The speed of light through a magical aura such as the one that surrounded the Disc was quite slow, being not much faster than the speed of sound in less highly-tuned universes. But it was still the fastest thing around with the exception, in moments like this, of Rincewind's mind.
In an instant "?Hor yu latruin nor u?" he said.
Rincewind smiled and nodded and pushed Twoflower in his general direction. With an inward sigh of relief he saw the tourist pay sudden attention to a big brass telescope that lay on the table.
"! Sooten u!" commanded the seated chelonaut. Rincewind nodded and smiled and took one of the big copper helmets from the rack and brought it down on the man's head he became aware that the tourist was about to try his own peculiar brand of linguistics, which meant that he would speak loudly and slowly in his own language.Rincewind's elbow shot back, knocking the breath from Twoflower's body. When the little man looked up in pain and astonishment Rincewind caught his eye and pulled an imaginary tongue out of his mouth and cut it with an imaginary pair of scissors.The second chelonaut- for such was the profession of the men whose fate it would shortly be to voyage to Great A'Tuin - looked up from the chart table and watched this in puzzlement. His big heroic brow wrinkled with the effort of speech.

Leroy Neiman Ferrari on the Beach

2009-03-01T22:27:00.001-08:00

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trying to stand up, on the side of his head. The man slumped.
The dragon vanished. The ball of fire that was billowing towards Hrun faded until, when it reached him, it was no more thandragonlord over his shoulder and set off at a trot back to the arena. Halfway there he found Lio!rt sprawled on the ground, one leg bent awkwardly. He stooped and, with a grunt, hoisted the man on to his vacant shoulder.Kill them," she said.
"I kill in my own time," he said. "In any case, killing unconscious people isn't right."
"I can't think of a more opportune time," said the Loremaster. Liessa snorted.
"Then I shall banish them," she said. "Once they are beyond the reach of the Wyrmberg's magic then they'll have no Power. They'll be simply brigands. Will that satisfy you?"
"Yes."
Liessa and the Loremaster were waiting on a raised dais at one end of the meadow. The dragonwoman had quite recovered her composure now, and looked levelly at Hrun as he threw the two men down on the steps before her. The people around her were standing in deferential poses, like a court. a puff of warm air. Then there was no sound but the crackle of burning bushes.Hrun slung the unconscious

Leroy Neiman Mardi Gras Parade

2009-02-27T22:48:00.000-08:00

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"Looks alright to me," he said.
"Try tossing a coin," said Rincewind.
"looking at it.
Magic never dies. It merely fades away.
Nowhere was this more evident on the wide blue What?" "Go on. Toss a coin.""Hokay," Said Hrun. "if it gives you any pleasure."He reached into his pouch and withdrew a handful of loose change plundered from a dozen realms.With some care he selected a Zchloty leaden quarter-iotum and balanced it on a purple thumbnail."You call," he said. "Heads or-" he inspected the obverse with an air of intense concentration, "some sort of a fish with legs.""When it's in the air," said Rincewind. Hrun grinned and flicked his thumb. The iotum rose, spinning."Edge," said Rincewind, without

Jack Vettriano The Letter

2009-02-26T23:58:00.000-08:00

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The head tilt does indeed make me look happy-go-lucky, but I’m not sure my “What the HELL are you thinking?” look is the one I want immortalized.
Finally, my upstairs Arch the back just a little, but not so much that you’re poking the breasts out.
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requires that you pump them up and make them feel like a superstar. When he works with regular people, he gives them the simplest instructions—down to earth things to do, things they can relate to—to get them to have fun. His advice for my shots:neighbor and freelance stylist extraordinaire, Roshawna Jackson assuages my dismay at being unable to master the art of the pose. “Modeling is harder than we think it is,” she said. “Celebrities are definitely coached. They’re taught.” She suggests:1. Never look directly into the camera. Look at the eyes of the photographer or at his or her forehead.2. Give longneck. Jut your neck out ever-so-slightly. If it feels really stupid or it hurts, it’s the right pose.3. Don’t slouch, sit up straight.
1. Tilt your head—just a slight incline—to look sassy and fun, a happy-go-lucky kind of look.
2. For more of a pout, imagine your boyfriend has been away for a month. Now he comes back and wants to watch football. Imagine the look you’d give him

Vincent van Gogh Souvenir de Mauve

2009-02-26T19:39:00.001-08:00

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the pace began to quicken and the complicated threads of the chant began to rise Rincewind found himself watching fascinated. He had heard about the Old Magic at University, although it was forbidden to wizards. He knew that when prickling in the scalp that indicated the build-up of a heavy charge of raw enchantment in the vicinity, and so he was not utterly amazed when, a few seconds later, a shaft of vivid octarine light speared down from the invisible ceiling and focused, crackling, in the centre of the circle.
There it formed an image of a storm-swept, treegirt hill with a temple on its crest. Its shape did unpleasant things to the eye.
Rincewind knew that if it was a temple to Bel-Shamharoth it would the circle was spinning fast enough against the standing magical field of the Discworld itself in its slow turning, the resulting astral friction would build up a vast potential difference which would earth itself in a vast discharge of the Elemental Magical Force.The circle was a blur now, and the walls of the Tree rang with the echoes of the chant.Rincewind felt the familiar sticky

John Constable Weymouth Bay

2009-02-26T19:36:00.000-08:00

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see into your mind, false wizard! Am I not a dryad? Do you not know that, what you belittle by the name tree is but the mere four-dimensional analogue of a whole multidimensional universe which - no, I can see you do not. I should Rincewind. They looked as though they could shoulder their way through solid rock and beat up a regiment of trolls into the bargain. The three handsome giants looked down at him with wooden menace. Their skins were the colour of walnut husks, and under it muscles bulged like sacks of melons.
He turned around again and grinned weakly at Druellae beginning to take on a familiar shape again.have realised that you weren't a real wizard when I saw you didn't have a staff.""Lost it in a fire," lied Rincewind automatically."No hat with magic sigils embroidered on it.""It blew off.""No familiar.""It died. Look, thanks for rescuing me, but if you don't mind I think I ought to be going. If you could show me the way out-"Something in her expression made him turn around. There were three he-dryads behind him. They were as naked as the woman, and unarmed. That last fact was irrelevant, however. They didn't look as though they would need weapons to fight

Vincent van Gogh Four Cut Sunflowers

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

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He was wearing a dark robe, made darker by constant wear and irregular washings. In the raging gloom no-one appeared to notice a shadowy shape that shuffled desperately from table to table. At one point a fighter, staggering back, trod on what felt like fingers. A number of what felt like teeth bit his ankle. He yelped shrilly and upright, gasping and saw the floor in front of him scattered with bodies. A big black-bearded man, with a bloody sword in one hand, was trying a door handle.
"Hey!" screamed Rincewind. The man looked around and then, almost absent-mindedly, drew a short throwing knife from his bandolier and hurled it. Rincewind ducked. There was a brief scream behind him as the crossbow man, sighting down his weapon, dropped it and clutched at his throat.
The big man was already reaching for another knife. Rincewind looked around wildly, and then with wild improvisation drew himself up into a wizardly pose.
His hand was flung back. "Asoniti! Kyoruchal Beazleblor! "dropped his guard just sufficiently for a sword, swung by a surprised opponent, to skewer him.Rincewind reached the stairway, sucking his bruised hand and running with a curious, bent-over gait. A crossbow quarrel thunked into the banister rail above him, and he gave a whimper. He made the stairs in one breathless rush, expecting at any moment another, more accurate shot.In the corridor above he stood

Paul Cezanne The Black Clock

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

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back and forth, and she had time to look around at the preposterous decoration: the walls were rich with gilt plasterwork, some of which was already peeling off or crumbling with damp, and the florid carpets were trodden with filth.
Finally of the room, a mighty throne reared up high. It was made of granite for strength and mas-siveness, but like so many other things in lofur's palace, it was decorated with overelaborate swags and festoons of gilt that looked like tinsel on a mountainside.
Sitting on the throne was the biggest bear she had ever seen. lofur Raknison was even taller and bulkier than lorek, and his face was much more mobile and expressive, with a kind of humanness in it which she had never seen in lorek's. When lofur looked the large door was opened from the inside. A blaze of light from half a dozen chandeliers, a crimson carpet, and more of that thick perfume hanging in the air; and the faces of a dozen or more bears, all gazing at her, none in armor but each with some kind of decoration: a golden necklace, a headdress of purple feathers, a crimson sash. Curiously, the room was also occupied by birds; terns and skuas perched on the plaster cornice, and swooped low to snatch at bits of fish that had fallen out of one another's nests in the chandeliers.And on a dais at the far end

Juan Gris Breakfast

2009-02-23T23:05:00.000-08:00

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into a Hyundai showroom and their ego won’t allow them to save $40,000. They would rather pay $100,000 for the SAME product, so long as they can be seen driving a Beemer. The ego is a very powerful thing and me to tell you that when it comes to how and where we spend our money, we are often emotional and irrational beings. And yes, the marketing and branding gurus have been benefiting from, and maximising this knowledge for years. It’s their goal to evoke an emotional response (feeling, reaction, decision) from you and I so that we will buy, no matter how much we haven’t the marketing folk made that fact work for them over the years?2. Most general new-car shoppers won’t consider the new $60,000 two-door Hyundai because they perceive it to be too expensive for that brand. No matter how good the actual product (car) is. As a result, the re-badged BMW doesn’t sell strongly and dies a sad and lonely death within two years of its launch. Never to be seen again. Consequently, a generation of car drivers will miss out on the automotive luxury bargain of the decade because of brand bias, stupidity and ego.Emotional ShoppersOf course, it’s no revelation for

Franz Marc fighting forms

2009-02-22T22:34:00.000-08:00

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rabbit, were close by listening at the door, and no one spoke above a whisper. Lyra asked their names. The red-haired girl was Annie, the dark plump one Bella, the thin one Martha. They didn't know the names of the boys, because the two sexes were kept apart for most of the time. They weren't treated badly.
"It's all right to be kids disappearing."
"She likes watching the kids, when they take us away, she likes seeing what they do to us. This boy Simon, he reckons they kill us, and Mrs. Coulter watches."
"They kill us?" said Lyra, shuddering.
"Must do. 'Cause no one comes back."here," said Bella. "There's not much to do, except they give us tests and make us do exercises and then they measure us and take our temperature and stuff. It's just boring really.""Except when Mrs. Coulter comes," said Annie.Lyra had to stop herself crying out, and Pantalaimon fluttered his wings so sharply that the other girls noticed."He's nervous," said Lyra, soothing him. "They must've gave us some sleeping pills, like you said, 'cause we're all dozy. Who's Mrs. Coulter?""She's the one who trapped us, most of us, anyway," said Martha. "They all talk about her, the other kids. When she comes, you know there's going

Unknown Artist Brent Lynch Evening Lounge

2009-02-22T22:33:00.001-08:00

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Oh, I don't think so. I think you must have wandered away from your father's party and got lost. Those huntsmen found you on your own and brought you straight here. That's what happened, Lizzie."
"I saw a fight," she said. "They was shooting arrows and that....I want my dad," she said more loudly, and felt herself you now and soon he'll come here because this is the only place for hundreds of miles, you know, and what a surprise he'll have to find you safe and sound! Now Sister Clara will take you along to the dormitory where you'll meet some other little girls and boys who got lost in the wilderness just like you. Off you go. We'll have another little talk in the morning."
Lyra stood up, clutching her doll, and Pantalaimon hopped onto her shoulder beginning to cry."Well, you're quite safe here until he comes," said the doctor."But I saw them shooting arrows!""Ah, you thought you did. That often happens in the intense cold, Lizzie. You fall asleep and have bad dreams and you can't remember what's true and what isn't. That wasn't a fight, don't worry. Your father is safe and sound and he'll be looking for

Leroy Neiman Lady Liberty

2009-02-20T21:57:00.000-08:00

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the clang and scrape of lorek Byrnison's armor as he leaped fully clad over the sledges and into the fog, and that was followed by screams, snarling, crunching and tearing sounds, great smashing blows, cries of terror and roars of four or five shots, as against the ceaseless knocking rain of arrows. And more and more men fell every minute.
Oh, John Faa! she thought in anguish. You didn't foresee this, and I didn't help you!
But she had no more than a second to think that, for there was a mighty snarl from Pantalaimon, and something- another daemon-hurtled at him and knocked him down, crushing all the breath out of Lyra herself; and then hands were hauling at her, lifting her, stifling her cry with foul-smelling mittens, tossing her through the air into another's arms, and then pushing her flat down into the snow again, so that she was bearish fury as he laid them waste.But who was them? Lyra had seen no enemy figures yet. The gyptians were swarming to defend the sledges, but that (as even Lyra could see) made them better targets; and their rifles were not easy to fire in gloves and mittens; she had only heard

Thomas Kinkade country living

2009-02-19T21:46:00.000-08:00

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When they returned to the ship, Farder Coram and John Faa and the other leaders spent a long time in conference in the saloon, and Lyra went to her cabin to consult the alethiome-ter. Within five minutes she knew still ship, without the continual creak of metal and timber or the rumble of the engine or the rush of water along the side, Lyra gradually fell asleep, with Pantalaimon on her pillow sleeping too.
She was dreaming of her great imprisoned father when suddenly, for no reason at all, she woke up. She had no idea what time it was. There was a faint light in the cabin that she took for moonlight, and it showed her new cold-weather furs that lay stiffly exactly where the bear's armor was, and why it would be difficult to get it back.She wondered whether to go to the saloon and tell John Faa and the others, but decided that they'd ask her if they wanted to know. Perhaps they knew already.She lay on her bunk thinking of that savage mighty bear, and the careless way he drank his fiery spirit, and the loneliness of him in his dirty lean-to. How different it was to be human, with one's daemon always there to talk to! In the silence of the

Vincent van Gogh A Novel Reader

2009-02-18T22:35:00.000-08:00

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looked at his daemon. She was a ferret, and she lay very still beside his head, curled up but not asleep, for her eyes were open and glazed like his.
"What happened, and she spoke now.
"We caught three Gobblers in Clerkenwell and made them tell us who they were working for and where the orders came from and so on. They didn't know where the ?" said Farder Coram."Benjamin's dead," came the answer. "He's dead, and Gerard's captured."His voice was hoarse and his breath was shallow. When he stopped speaking, his daemon uncurled painfully and licked his cheek, and taking strength from that he went on:"We was breaking into the Ministry of Theology, because Benjamin had heard from one of the Gobblers we caught that the headquarters was there, that's where all the orders was coming from...."He stopped again."You captured some Gobblers?" said Farder Coram.Jacob nodded, and cast his eyes at his daemon. It was unusual for daemons to speak to humans other than their own, but it happened sometimes

Edward Hopper Hills South Truro

2009-02-18T00:20:00.001-08:00

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to keep a certain height above fen country, but who knew what cunning spy devices they might carry? Best to keep under cover when she heard them, or wear the oilskin sou'wester over her bright distinctive hair.
And she questioned Ma Costa about every detail of the story of her birth. She wove the details into a mental tapestry even clearer and sharper than the stories she made up, and lived over and over again the flight from the cottage, the concealment in the closet, the harsh-voiced challenge, the each other's wine.
"And the Ambassador was in a fix then, 'cause he couldn't refuse to drink without giving deadly insult, and he couldn't drink it because he knew it was poisoned. He went pale and he fainted right away at the table. And when he come round they was all still sitting there, waiting and looking at him

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Napoleon I on His Imperial Throne

2009-02-16T23:39:00.001-08:00

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Also Thursday, Amazon said that it was working on making the titles for its popular e-book reader, the Kindle, available on a variety of mobile phones. The company, which is expected to unveil a new version of the Kindle next week, did not say when Kindle titles would be available on mobile phones.
“We arefor which copyrights have expired. In contrast, the Kindle library includes scores of newly released books, including many current best sellers.
Google said it would like to make other books available on mobile devices in the future, including out-of-print titles and current books it scans with the permission of publishing companies.. excited to make Kindle books available on a range of mobile phones,” said Drew Herdener, a spokesman for Amazon. “We are working on that now.”Google’s move greatly expands the number of e-books that are available for reading on the go. The Kindle currently offers about 230,000 titles.But the public domain books available through Google Book Search are not likely to be the most popular titles, as they are older books
“This is our first step, but it is an important step,” said Frances

Caravaggio The Lute Player

2009-02-16T01:22:00.000-08:00

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were going on in the Hall; she could see the stained-glass windows gradually beginning to glow as a servant moved up the tables lighting the naphtha lamps. The Steward's bell began to toll, announcing half an hour before dinner.the Retiring Room." "What?"
"Something about a child up in the Arctic. The one that wasn't attracting the Dust."
"They said it was an entire child....What about it?"
"That might be what they're going to do to Roger and the gyptians and the other kids."
"What?"
"Well, what does entire mean?"This was her world. She wanted it to stay the same forever and ever, but it was changing around her, for someone out there was stealing children. She sat on the roof ridge, chin in hands."We better rescue him, Pantalaimon," she said. He answered in his rook voice from the chimney. "It'll be dangerous," he said. '"Course! I know that.""Remember what they said in

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Loose Hair

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

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Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. The three great tables that ran the length of the hall were laid already, the silver and the glass catching what little was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the hall.
"They're making too much noise to hear from the kitchen," Lyra whispered back. "And the Steward doesn't come in till the first bell. Stop fussing."light there was, and the long benches were pulled out ready for the guests. Portraits of former Masters hung high up in the gloom along the walls. Lyra reached the dais and looked back at the open kitchen door, and, seeing no one, stepped up beside the high table. The places here were laid with gold, not silver, and the fourteen seats were not oak benches but mahogany chairs with velvet cushions.Lyra stopped beside the Master's chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound rang clearly through the hall."You're not taking this seriously," whispered her daemon. "Behave yourself."Her daemon's name

Winslow Homer The Herring Net

2009-02-12T22:51:00.000-08:00

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them unseeing.
But not unseen. The farther they drifted over the city, the more Lee could observe the behavior of these forms. And it was clear that some of the children were of interest to them, and that they followed certain children around: the older children, those who (as far as Lee could see through his telescope) were on the verge of feast on blood, but the Specters' food is attention. A conscious and informed interest in the world. The immaturity of children is less attractive to them."
"They're the opposite of those devils at Bolvangar, then."
"On the contrary. Both the Oblation Board and the Specters of Indifference adolescence. There was one boy, a tall thin youth with a shock of black hair, who was so thickly surrounded by the transparent beings that his very outline seemed to shimmer in the air. They were like flies around meat. And the boy had no idea of it, though from time to time he would brush his eyes, or shake his head as if to clear his vision."What the hell are those things?" said Lee."The people call them Specters.""What do they do, exactly?""You've heard of vampires?""Oh, in tales.""The Specters feast as vampires

Johannes Vermeer The Concert

2009-02-12T00:51:00.001-08:00

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lens 200 feet away. Using those photos, they created a working key 80 percent on their first try. Within three attempts they opened every lock.
Three processing, mat lab, and image transformation could do it in two days if they are good."
Keys, as the researchers demonstrated, are actually fairly easy to decode. A majority of keys marketed to consumers are basically just four to six different numbers. Each number corresponds to a ridge or valley in the key. When inserted into a lock, the ridges and valleys lines up a series of small pins that lets the lock turn.attempts could take less than five minutes. The replication process is very easy. Once the researchers have the image it takes the 30 seconds to decode the ridges and grooves on the key. If the angle is off or the lighting is tricky it takes the computr take a little longer.The longest part of the process, about one whole minute, is cutting the key."I think that this work would be really easy for someone else to reproduce," said Savage of his work. "Someone familiar with signal

Unknown Artist Abstract Autumn by Dougall

2009-02-11T18:35:00.000-08:00

Unknown Artist Abstract Autumn by DougallAndy Warhol Shot Blue Marilyn 1964Andy Warhol Pink Cow Lee Scoresby disembarked at the port in the mouth of the Yenisei River, and found the place in chaos, with fishermen trying to sell their meager catches of unknown kinds of fish to the canning factories; with shipowners angry about the harbor charges the authorities had raised to cope with the floods; and with hunters and Not only was the current swift, but the waters were laden with all kinds of debris: tree trunks, brushwood, drowned animals, and once the bloated corpse of a man. He had to pilot carefully and keep the little engine beating hard to make any headway.
He was heading for the village of Grumman's tribe. For guidance he had only his memory of having flown over the country some years before, but that memory was goodfur trappers drifting into town unable to work because of the rapidly thawing forest and the disordered behavior of the animals.It was going to be hard to make his way into the interior along the road, that was certain; for in normal times the road was simply a cleared track of frozen earth, and now that even the permafrost was melting, the surface was a swamp of churned mud.So Lee put his balloon and equipment into storage and with his dwindling gold hired a boat with a gas engine. He bought several tanks of fuel and some stores, and set off up the swollen river.He made slow progress at first.

Andy Warhol Mao 1972

2009-02-11T00:01:00.000-08:00

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First they went back to the café, to recover and rest and change their clothes. It was clear that Will couldn't go everywhere covered in blood, and the time of feeling guilty about taking things from shops was over; so he gathered a complete closed his eyes and breathed deeply several times.
Presently he felt calmer and set himself to washing. He did the best he could, drying himself on the increasingly bloodied towels, and then dressed in his new clothes, trying not to make them bloody too.
set of new clothes and shoes, and Lyra, demanding to help, and watching in every direction for the other children, carried them back to the café.Lyra put some water on to boil, and Will took it up to the bathroom and stripped to wash from head to foot. The pain was dull and unrelenting, but at least the cuts were clean, and having seen what the knife could do, he knew that no cuts could be cleaner; but the stumps where his fingers had been were bleeding freely. When he looked at them he felt sick, and his heart beat faster, and that in turn seemed to make the bleeding even worse. He sat on the edge of the bath and

Georges Seurat The Models

2009-02-06T00:52:00.000-08:00

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evolutionary trait we’ve developed to protect ourselves from small bugs, spiders, and other surprise attackers. The key word here is surprise—the grazing touch usually needs to come unexpectedly to yield laughter. Research has shown that the cerebellum, which registers touch, shows more activity when the touch is a surprise rather is possibly where social cues come into play. Tickling that produces laughter is referred to as gargalesis, a term coined by two psychologists, Arthur Allin and G. Stanley Hall. (They differentiate this type of tickling from knismesis, which is akin to a light itch.) Gargalesis usually only occurs when the tickler and the tickler’s “victim” are familiar and comfortable with each other. A child being tickled by his or her parent, or a person being tickled
than anticipated. If the brain recognizes that the touch is coming, it will make the nerve response less intense, which is why we can’t tickle ourselves successfully. Why we laugh when tickled

Salvador Dali The Land of Milk and Honey

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

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indicating woman on it, it opened and there was Dr. Malone silently beckoning her in.
She entered, puzzled. This wasn't the laboratory, it was a washroom, and Dr. Malone was agitated.
She said, "Lyra, there's someone else in the lab—police officers or something. They know you came to see me yesterday—I was just showing her where the washroom is…"
There was no need for her to be so anxious, thought Lyra, but perhaps she wasn't used to danger.
The woman in the corridor was young and dressed very smartly, and she tried to smile when Lyra came out, but her eyes remained hard and suspicious.I don't know what they're after, but I don't like it. What's going on?""How do they know I came to see you?""I don't know! They didn't know your name, but I knew who they meant—""Oh. Well, I can lie to them. That's easy.""But what is going on?"A woman's voice spoke from the corridor outside: "Dr. Malone? Have you seen the child?""Yes," Dr. Malone called. "

Leroy Neiman Aegean Sailing

2009-02-05T00:31:00.000-08:00

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created by Tony Warren. It is one of the longest-running television programmes in the United Kingdom, first broadcast on 9 December 1960, made by Granada Television (Granada Productions) and broadcast in all regions of ITVgenerating facilities set up in England as part of the introduction of the National Grid power distribution system. The first part of the structure was built in 1939, and the station ceased electricity generation in 1983.
Galoshes (from French: galoches), also known as gumshoes, dickersons, or overshoes, are a type of rubber boot that is slipped over shoes to keep them from getting muddy or wet. almost throughout its existence.[1] The 7000th episode was broadcast on 28 January 2009. Battersea Power Station is a defunct coal-fired power station in Battersea, London, that was the first in a series of large coal-fired electrical

Leroy Neiman Along The Rail

2009-02-05T00:30:00.000-08:00

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crossroads, the signposts marked "accuracy" and "access" lead down very different paths. The near-death experiences of Ted Kennedy and Robert Byrd do more than confuse the public and distress their loved ones. They tarnish the Wikipedia brand. In monetary terms, "never wrong" is more valuable than "never wrong for long". "Bird" by his friends.[2]
A Zeppelin is a type of rigid airship pioneered by the German Count Ferdinand von Zeppelin in the early 20th century, based on designs he had outlined in 1874,[1] designs he had detailed in 1893,[2] and that were reviewed by committee in 1894,[2] which he later patented in 1895.[3]
Coronation Street (colloquially known as Corrie) Wikipedia: Just what is...? Big Bird is a full-body Muppet, featured on the children's television show Sesame Street, which airs on PBS. He is sometimes referred to as

Leroy Neiman Mickey Mantle

2009-02-04T21:25:00.000-08:00

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soon as Lyra had gone her way, Will found a pay phone and dialed the number of the lawyer's office on the letter he held.
"Hello? I want to speak to Mr. Perkins."
"Who's calling, please?"
"It's in father is, please. Is he alive or dead?"
"How old are you, William?"
"Twelve. I want to know about him."
"Yes… Has your mother… is she… does she know you're phoning me?"connection with Mr. John Parry. I'm his son.""Just a moment, please…"A minute went by, and then a man's voice said, "Hello. This is Alan Perkins. Who am I speaking to?""William Parry. Excuse me for calling. It's about my father, Mr. John Parry. You send money every three months from my father to my mother's bank account.""Yes…""Well, I want to know where my

Leroy Neiman 37th Ryder Cup

2009-02-03T21:52:00.000-08:00

Leroy Neiman 37th Ryder Cup
Serafina flew down to the courtyard and alighted on the trampled, blood-sprinkled snow. The man pushed back his hood, still holding his rifle warily, because a witch was an enemy sometimes, and she saw an elderly man, long-jawed and grizzled and steady-eyed.
"I am a friend of Lyra's," she said. "I hope we can talk. Look: I lay my bow down."
"Where is the child?" he said. Leroy Neiman 18th at Valhalla
"In another world. I'm him of her involvement with Lyra.
"She was always a willful child," he said when they were I was fond of her, mind—you couldn't help it. But what her place was in the wider scheme of things, I don't know."
"What was Lord Asriel planning to do?"
Leroy Neiman Ryder Cup
"You don't think he told me, do you, Serafina Pekkala? I'm his manservant, that's all. I clean his clothes and cook his meals and keep his house tidy. I may concerned for her safety. And I need to know what Lord Asriel is doing."He lowered the rifle and said, "Step inside, then. Look: I lay my rifle down."The formalities exchanged, they went indoors. Kaisa glided through the skies above, keeping watch, while Thorold brewed some Serafina told

Johannes Vermeer The Love letter

2009-02-03T01:08:00.000-08:00

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Finally, in 2006, the two companies broke the deadlock--or so it seemed. Sprint agreed to connect its network to Cogent's for a 90-day paid trial. If Internet traffic flowed back and forth between Sprint customers and Cogent customers in large volumes and in roughly equal proportions, then Sprint would agree to a permanent no-cost traffic now flowed directly. It is just these sorts of connections that let the global Internet grow ever faster and more reliable.
A few days after the trial period ended in late September 2007, Sprint told Cogent it had failed the test. David Schaeffer, Cogent's pugnacious chief executive, says he was stunned. The two networks had transferred equal amounts swap. The companies signed a contract on Sept. 19, 2006, laying out the terms of the deal.By June 2007, Cogent and Sprint had established high-capacity links in six cities in the U.S. and in four more around the globe. With the connections open, traffic that had been forced to use a third network to travel between Cogent and Sprint

Sandro Botticelli Venus and Mars

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

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was that they came to the gathering ground, where Will and Lyra came to meet them.
Such an age had gone past since Lyra had seen these dear men! They'd last spoken together in the snows of the Arctic, on their way to rescue the children from the Gobblers. She was almost shy, and she offered her hand to shake, uncertainly; but John Faa caught her up in a tight embrace and kissed both her cheeks, and Farder Coram did thetongue of an angel, I couldn't tell you how glad I am to set eyes on you again."
But she looks so hurt, he thought, she looks so frail and weary. And neither he nor John Faa could miss the way she stayed close to Will, and how the boy with the straight black eyebrows was aware every second of where she was, and made sure he never strayed far from her.
The old men greeted him respectfully, because Serafina Pekkala same, gazing at her before folding her tight to his chest."She's growed up, John," he said. "Remember that little girl we took to the north lands? Look at her now, eh! Lyra, my dear, if I had the

Salvador Dali Argus

2009-02-01T18:52:00.000-08:00

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long ago when she and Pan decided to look in the Retiring Room at Jordan college.
The tide came in and turned, and still there was no sign of the tualapi. In the late afternoon Mary took Will and Lyra along the riverbank, past the where the nets were tied, and through the wide salt marsh toward the sea. It was maintained, more like a part of nature than something imposed on it.
"Did they make the stone roads?" Will said.
"No. I think the roads made them, in a way," Mary said. "I mean they'd never have developed the use of the wheels if there hadn't been plenty of hard, flat surfaces to use them on. I think they're lava-flows from ancient volcanoes.
"So the roads made it possible for them to use the wheels. And other things came together as well. Like the wheel trees themselves, and the way their bodies are formed, they're not vertebrates, they don't have a spine. Some lucky chance in our worlds safe to go there when the tide was out, because the white birds only came inland when the water was high. Mary led the way along a hard path above the mud; like many things the mulefa had made, it was ancient and perfectly

Jack Vettriano Zara Philips by Rankin

2009-01-21T23:51:00.000-08:00

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The wide golden prairie that Lee Scoresby's ghost had seen briefly through the window was lying quiet under the first sun of morning.
Golden, but bell notes now close by, now far off, and never twice the same.
In all that wide landscape the only living things that were silent and still were the boy and the girl lying asleep, back to back, under the shade of an outcrop of rock at the top of a little bluff.
They were so still, so pale, that they might have been also yellow, brown, green, and every one of the million shades between them; and black, in places, in lines and streaks of bright pitch; and silvery, too, where the sun caught the tops of a particular kind of grass just coming into flower; and blue, where a wide lake some way off and a small pond closer by reflected back the wide blue of the sky.And quiet, but not silent, for a soft breeze rustled the billions of little stems, and a billion insects and other small creatures scraped and hummed and chirruped in the grass, and a bird too high in the blue to be seen sang little looping falls of

Pierre-Auguste Cot The Storm

2009-01-21T00:07:00.000-08:00

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And now that their purpose was achieved, now the children had found their daemons and escaped, the dead warriors allowed their atoms to relax and drift apart, at long, long last.
Out of the little grove, away from the baffled Specters, out of the valley, past the mighty form of his old companion the armor-clad bear, the last little scrap of the consciousness that had been the aeronaut Lee even in that horrible urgency, even at that moment of utmost peril, each of them felt the same little shock of excitement: for Lyra was holding Will's daemon, the nameless wildcat, and Will was carrying PantalaimonScoresby floated upward, just as his great balloon had done so many times. Untroubled by the flares and the bursting shells, deaf to the explosions and the shouts and cries of anger and warning and pain, conscious only of his movement upward, the last of Lee Scoresby passed through the heavy clouds and came out under the brilliant stars, where the atoms of his beloved daemon, Hester, were waiting for him.

Andy Warhol Shoes 1980

2009-01-20T01:25:00.001-08:00

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The cataract of Saint-Jean-les-Eaux plunged between pinnacles of rock at the eastern end of a spur of the Alps, and the generating station clung to the side of the mountain above it. It was a wild region, a bleak and battered wilderness, and no one would have built anything there at all had it not been for the promise of driving great anbaric slowed to a hover in the buffeting wind. The searchlights below the craft made it look as if it were standing on several legs of light and gradually lowering itself to lie down.
But the pilot wasn't satisfied; the wind was swept into eddies and cross-gusts by the edges of the mountain. Besides, the cables, the pylons, the transformers were too close: to be swept in among them, with a zeppelin full of inflammable gas, would be instantly fatal. Sleet drummed generators with the power of the thousands of tons of water that roared through the gorge.It was the night following Mrs. Coulter's arrest, and the weather was stormy. Near the sheer stone front of the generating station, a zeppelin

Thomas Gainsborough Mr and Mrs Andrews

2009-01-18T21:20:00.000-08:00

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She lost the first arrow: it stuck in the bark partway up and wouldn't come out. She lost the second because, although it did clear the branch, it didn't fall far enough to reach the ground on the other side, and pulling it back, she caught it and snapped it. The long line fell back attached to the broken shaft, and she tried again with the third and last, and this time it worked.
Pulling carefully and could fasten the rope to pitons on the cliff face every few yards so you never had far to long free length of rope, and one very long fall if anything went wrong. To make herself a little more secure, she braided together three small ropes into a harness, and passed it around both hanging ends of the main rope with a loose knot that she could tighten the moment she began to slip.
Mary put her foot in the first sling and began to climb.
She reached the canopy in less time than she'd anticipated. The climbing was straightforwardsteadily so as not to snag the line and break it, she hauled the prepared rope up and over until both ends were on the ground. Then she tied them both securely to a massive buttress of one of the roots, as thick around as her own hips. So it should be fairly solid, she thought. It had better be. What she couldn't tell from the ground, of course, was what kind of branch the whole thing, including her, would be depending on. Unlike climbing on rock, where you

Jack Vettriano The Sparrow and the Hawk

2009-01-16T00:50:00.000-08:00

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forget what he was: her very own death, and so close.
"I know it'll be an effort to go on now," she said more steadily, "and dangerous, but I want to, Death, I do truly. And so does Will. We both had people taken away too soon, and we need to make amends, at least I do."
"Everyone Behind her, Tialys put away his instrument and sat watching the child plead with her own death to be taken where no one should go.
The death scratched his head and held up his hands, but nothing could stop Lyra's words, nothing could deflect her desire, not even fear: she'd seen worse than death, she claimed, and she had, too.
So eventually her death said:wishes they could speak again to those who've gone to the land of the dead. Why should there be an exception for you?""Because," she began, lying, "because there's something I've got to do there, not just seeing my friend Roger, something else. It was a task put on me by an angel, and no one else can do it, only me. It's too important to wait till I die in the natural way, it's got to be done now. See, the angel commanded me. That's why we came here, me and Will. We got to."

Jack Vettriano Silhouette

2009-01-15T22:53:00.000-08:00

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At that moment the Gallivespians, too, were talking about the knife. Having made a suspicious peace with Iorek Byrnison, they climbed back to their ledge to be out of the way, and as the crackle of flames rose and the snapping and roaring of the fire filled the air, Tialys said, "We must never leave his side. As soon as the knife is mended, we must from us. Did you see how he stopped her from speaking when she was going to say something more? They have some secret purpose, and it's very different from what we want them to do."
"We'll see. But you're right, Tialys, I think. We must stay close to the boy at all costs."
They both watched with some skepticism as Iorek Byrnison laid out the tools in his keep closer than a shadow.""He is too alert. He watches everywhere for us," said Salmakia. "The girl is more trusting. I think we could win her around. She's innocent, and she loves easily. We could work on her. I think we should do that, Tialys.""But he has the knife. He is the one who can use it.""He won't go anywhere without her.""But she has to follow him, if he has the knife. And I think that as soon as the knife's intact again, they'll use it to slip into another world, so as to get away

Caravaggio The Crucifixion of Saint Peter

2009-01-15T00:51:00.000-08:00

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"The intentions of a tool are what it does. A hammer intends to strike, a vise intends to hold fast, a lever intends to lift. They are what it is made for. But sometimes a tool may have other uses that you don't know. Sometimes in doing what you intend, you also do what the knife intends, without knowing. Can you see the sharpest edge of that knife?"
"No," said Will, for it was true: the edge diminished to a thinness so fine that the eye could not reach it.
"Then how can you know everything went with her.
The moon was brilliant, the path a track of scumbled footprints in the snow, the air cutting and cold. Both of them felt brisk and hopeful and alive. They didn't talk till they were well away from the cave.she'd been asleep all that time. Should he tell her, and betray that memory, even if it was false? No, of course he shouldn't.
"Is that the bush?" Lyra said

Thomas Kinkade London

2009-01-15T00:50:00.001-08:00

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"You don't know," said Lyra rudely. "You don't know him any more than you know me."
"I know impertinence when I hear it," said the Lady calmly. "Do as I tell you now and rest. Save your energy for the walking."
Lyra felt mutinous, but the Lady's glittering spurs were very clear in the sunlight, so she said nothing.
The Lady's companionstopped to drink deeply of the ice-cold water.
"I hope that little girl's all right," said Will. "We'd never have got you away if she hadn't woken you up. She went to a holy man to get that powder specially."
"She is all right," saidthere are," said Will. "No one would ever have time to find out."
He swung his rucksack up and led the way along the forest path. The dragonflies relished the fresh, moist air and darted like needles through the shafts of sunlight. The movement of the trees above was less violent, and the leave.
The window looked strange in the dazzling air of the desert, giving onto the deep-shaded bush, a square of thick green

Paul Gauguin Yellow Christ

2009-01-14T19:47:00.000-08:00

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Will told him most of what had happened, leaving out only what concerned him alone: his mother, the man he killed, his father.
"You fought for this, and lost two fingers?" the bear said. "Show me the wound."
Will held out his hand. Thanks to his father's ointment, the raw surfaces were healing well, but they were still very tender. The bear sniffed at them.
"Bloodmoss," he saidAsriel," Will replied. "But first I must rescue Lyra Silvertongue."
"Then we shall help," said the bear, and Will's heart leapt with pleasure.
catastrophe that had burst the worlds open, all the Arctic ice had begun to melt, and new and strange currents appeared in the water. Since the bears depended . "And something else I cannot identify. Who gave you that?""A man who told me what I should do with the knife. Then he died. He had some ointment in a horn box, and it cured my wound. The witches tried, but their spell didn't work.""And what did he tell you to do with the knife?" said Iorek Byrnison, handing it carefully back to Will."To use it in a war on the side of Lord

Henri Rousseau The Snake Charmer

2009-01-14T00:46:00.000-08:00

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They will take your future, your children that are to come, and leave you nothing. They should be put to death, every one."
The priest reached Lydia Alexandrovna lie together!"
He laughed and uncorked the bottle, filling each glass to the rim. This kind of talk made Will hideously uneasy. What should he do? How could he refuse to drink without discourtesy?
"Otyets Semyon," he said, standing, "you have been very kind, and I wish I could stay longer to taste your drink and to hear you talk, because what you tell me has been very interesting. But you understand I am unhappy about my family, and very anxious to find them againacross to the shelf beside his chair and took down a bottle and two small glasses."Now I am going to offer you a little drink, Will Ivanovitch," he said. "You are young, so not very many glasses. But you are growing, and so you need to know some things, like the taste of vodka. Lydia Alexandrovna collected the berries last year, and I distilled the liquor, and here in the bottle is the result, the only place where Otyets Semyon Borisovitch and

Andy Warhol Superman

2009-01-13T20:55:00.000-08:00

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quiet," said Will, "just be quiet. Don't disturb me."
It was just after Lyra had been taken, just after Will had come down from the mountaintop, just after the witch had killed his father. Will lit the little tin lantern he'd taken from his father's pack, using the dry matches that he'd found with it, and crouched in the lee of the rock to open Lyra's rucksack.
He felt inside with his good hand and found the heavy velvet-wrapped alethiometer. It glittered in the lantern light, and he held it came the voice. "We want to serve Lord Asriel. And the dead man, what did he want you to do with the knife?"
Will had to hesitate.
"He said I should take it to Lord Asriel," he said.
"Then come with us."
"No. Not till I've found Lyra."out to the two shapes that stood beside him, the shapes who called themselves angels."Can you read this?" he said."No," said a voice. "Come with us. You must come. Come now to Lord Asriel.""Who made you follow my father? You said he didn't know you were following him. But he did," Will said fiercely. "He told me to expect you. He knew more than you thought. Who sent you?""No one sent us. Ourselves only,"

Thomas Kinkade HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

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

Thomas Kinkade HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYSThomas Kinkade Evening GlowThomas Kinkade Boston Celebration
a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where doves and linnets flew among the immense pines, lay a cave, half-hidden by the crag above and the stiff heavy leaves that clustered below.
The woods were full of when the mist lifted. Sometimes the wetness in the clouds condensed into tiny drops half mist and half rain, which floated downward rather than fell, making a soft rustling patter among the millions of needles.
There was a narrow path beside the stream, which led from a village, little more than a cluster of herdsmen's dwellings, at the foot of the valley to a half-mined shrine near the glacier at its head, a place where faded silken flags streamed out in the perpetual winds from the high mountainssound: the stream between the rocks, the wind among the needles of the pine branches, the chitter of insects and the cries of small arboreal mammals, as well as the birdsong; and from time to time a stronger gust of wind would make one of the branches of a cedar or a fir move against another and groan like a cello.It was a place of brilliant sunlight, never undappled. Shafts of lemon-gold brilliance lanced down to the forest floor between bars and pools of brown-green shade; and the light was never still, never constant, because drifting mist would often float among the treetops, filtering all the sunlight to a pearly sheen and brushing every pine cone with moisture that glistened

Jack Vettriano The Set Up

2009-01-12T00:46:00.000-08:00

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even had a couple of beers along the way. "I would often go down to the bar, sit up at the counter, drink a beer and talk about God, which Jesus was accused of being a glutton and a drunkard," he said.

The most difficult I was overwhelmed with grief and also with anger for the people who had made the roadside bomb, planted it and detonated it," he said. "And then I finally realized I had to pray for them and bless them, which is very, very hard to do."
Dobson even voted in the presidential race as he thought Jesus would. Dobson pulled the lever for Barack Obama, saying it was the first time he ever voted for a Democrat.
"I decided since I had read through the gospels at that point over 30 times, I part of the challenge, Dobson said, was obeying Jesus' teachings, particularly the idea of blessing the people who persecute you."My youngest son did two tours in Iraq, and on the last tour, a friend of his was killed in action and my wife and I went for the visitation and

Tom Thomson The Pool

2009-01-11T23:02:00.000-08:00

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Here's a technique some say was made famous by legendary Muddy Waters.Here's What You Need:One bottle of water-based lubricant.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. You, too.Apply a small amount of lubricant to your penis.Have her lie on her side and snuggle up behind her. You know: theclassic "spooning" position.With your woman's legs slightly open, insert the length of your penisbetween the lips of her vagina. DO NOT insert yourself into her within arm's length, your woman naked, or at least bottomless.Have her climb up on the roof and sit on the back edge of the sunroof,facing the hood (her feet can rest comfortably against the windshield).Get into the passenger's seat and kneel, facing the trunk. Now raise yourhead up between her legs. Using your mouth and tongue, pleasure herlike you never have before. Let her enjoy all the unique sensations: theheight, the danger, the smooth metal and glass against her bare vagina,but only between the lips.Have your woman close her legs, surrounding your penis.Now begin to thrust as if you were inside of her. The head of your peniswill move back and forth over her clitoris.Continue thrusting until your woman sings anything but the bluesworth every penny.Here's What You Need:One car with a sunroof.Here's How You Do It:Park where nobody can see you and open up the sunroof. Since you'vegot a radio