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Jack Vettriano Setting New Standards

2009-05-12T23:22:00.000-07:00

Jack Vettriano Setting New StandardsJack Vettriano Seaside SharksJack Vettriano Scarlet Ribbons Lovely Ribbons
afterwards. It's mythology. You're not supposed to ask that kind of question.
On the other hand, beer has a flavour all its own; it's something to do with the water. Some people say it's like consommé, but they are wrong. Consommé is cooler.
Ridcully smacked his lips happily.
'Ah, we certainly know what goes into good beer in AnkhMorpork,' he said.
The wizards nodded. They certainly did. That's why they were drinking gin and tonic.
Ridcully looked around. Normally at this time of night there was a fight going on somewhereRidcully believed that everything had come into being by chance or, in the particular case of the Dean, out of spite.Senior wizards didn't usually drink in the Mended Drum except when they were off duty. They were aware that they were here tonight in some sort of ill‑defined official capacity, and were seated rather primly in front of their drinks.There was a ring of empty seats around them, but it was not very big because the Drum was unusually crowded.'Lot of ambience in here,' said Ridcully, looking around. 'Ah, I see they do Real Ale again. I'll have a pint of Turbot's Really Odd, please.'The wizards watched him as he drained the mug. Ankh‑Morpork

Franz Marc Stables

2009-05-11T23:45:00.000-07:00

Franz Marc StablesFranz Marc FoxesFranz Marc fighting formsFranz Marc Fate of the Animals
man doesn't even mean to kill him. It's so sloppy. That's not how things should go. Someone ought to do something about it.
She stealing the silver.
It was music that went down to the feet by way of the pelvis without paying a call on Mr Brain.
The troll picked up his hammers, looked blankly at his stones, and then began to beat out a rhythmreached over to grab the axe handle.SQUEAK!'Shut up!'Whaaauum.Imp stood like a discus thrower as the chord filled across the noisy room.It rang like an iron bar dropped on a library floor at midnight.Echoes bounced back from the corners of the room. Each one bore its own load of harmonics.It was an explosion of sound in the same way that a Hogswatchnight rocket explodes, each falling spark exploding again . . .Imp's fingers caressed the strings, picking out three more chords. The axe‑thrower lowered his axe.This was music that had not only escaped but had robbed a bank on the way out. It was music with its sleeves rolled up and its top button undone, raising its hat and grinning and

Claude Monet Terrace at St Adresse

2009-05-07T00:45:00.000-07:00

Claude Monet Terrace at St AdresseClaude Monet Cliffs Near DieppeClaude Monet A Corner of the StudioJohannes Vermeer girl with the pearl earring
Carrot shook the drops off his leather rain cape and exchanged salutes with the troll on guard. He strolled through the clerks in the outer rooms and knocked respectfully on the door of the Oblong Office.
'Come.'
Carrot entered,'A new dartboard, sir. It helps the men relax after their shift, sir.'
Vetinari recovered a little.
'Another one? But you had one only last year!'
'It's the Librarian, sir. Nobby lets him play and he just leans a bit and hammers the darts in with his fist. It ruins the board. Anyway, Detritus threw one through it. Through the wall behind it, too.'
'Very well. And?'
'Well . . . Acting-Constable Detritus needs to be let off havin marched to the desk, saluted and stood at ease.Lord Vetinari tensed, very slightly.'Oh, yes,' he said. 'Corporal Carrot. I was expecting . . . something like this. I'm sure you've come to ask me for . . . something?'Carrot unfolded a piece of grubby paper, and cleared his throat.'Well, sir . . . we could do with a new dartboard. You know. For when we're off duty?'The Patrician blinked. It was not often that he blinked.'I beg your pardon?'

Juan Gris Guitar and Music Pape

2009-05-04T23:28:00.000-07:00

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Sergeant Colon saluted when Carrot came back, frowning in thought.
'We can go home now, sir?' he suggested.
'What? Why?'
'Now it's all sorted out?'
'I just said bearing down on him with its mouth open, although admittedly he'd had to change his underwear afterwards. But that had been simple. A great big fire-breathing dragon was straightforward. There it was, right in front of you, about to broil you alive. That was all you had to worry about. Admittedly, it was a lot to worry about, but it was . . . simple. It wasn't any kind of mystery.
'We're going to have to sort it out?' he said.
'Yes.'that to waylay suspicion,' said Carrot.'Ah. Very clever,' said the sergeant quickly. 'That's what I thought. He's saying that to waylay suspicion, I thought.''There's still a murderer out there somewhere. Or something worse.'Carrot ran his gaze over the ill-assorted soldiery.'But right now I think we're going to have to sort out this business with the Day Watch,' he said.'Er. People say it's practically a riot up there,' said Colon.'That's why we've got to sort it out.'Colon bit his lip. He was not, as such, a coward. Last year the city had been invaded by a dragon and he'd actually stood on a rooftop and fired arrows at it while it was

Alexandre Cabanel Phedre

2009-04-28T23:53:00.000-07:00

Alexandre Cabanel PhedreJoseph Mallord William Turner Dido Building CarthageJoseph Mallord William Turner Chichester CanalJoseph Mallord William Turner Rome from the Vatican
like a short set of Pan pipes, provided Pan was restricted to six notes, all of them the same. They were made of steel, welded together. There, the reason being, the stiff was dead at least two days, Cpl C. W. St. J. Nobbs agrees, so someone is telling meat pies, never trust anyone who falls on his arse for a living. Whereupon Dr Whiteface met us, and, damn near gave us the derriere velocite out of the place. It seemed to us, viz, me and Cpl C. W. St. J. Nobbs, that the Fools are worried that it might have been the Assassins, but we don't know why. Also, clown Boffo went on about us looking for Beano's nose, but he had a nose on when we saw him here, so we said to clown Boffo, did he mean a false nose, he said, no, a real one, bugger off. Whereupon we come back here.'
was a strip of serrated metal along one side, like a flattened-out cogwheel, and the whole thing reeked of fireworks.He laid it carefully beside his plate.He read Sergeant Colon's report. Fred Colon had spent some time on it, probably with a dictionary. It went as follows: 'Report of Sgt F. Colon. Approx. 10am today, Auguste 15, I proseeded in the company of Corporal, C. W. St. J. Nobbs, to the Guild of Fools and Joculators in God Street, whereupon we conversed with clown Boffo who said, down Beano, the corpus derelicti, was definitely seen by him, down Boffo, leaving the Guild the previous morning just after the explosion. This is dead bent in my opinion

Henri Rousseau A Carnival Evening

2009-04-28T00:06:00.001-07:00

Henri Rousseau A Carnival EveningPaul Cezanne Three BathersPaul Cezanne The Black Clock
was a spang! noise. Cuddy's crossbow had gone off in his hand. The bolt whiffled past Corporal Nobbs' ear and landed in the river, where it stuck.
'Sorry,' said Cuddy.
'Tsk, tsk,' said Sergeant Colon.
That was the worst part. It would have been better all round if he'd called the dwarf some names. It would have been better if he'd made it seem that Cuddy was worth an insult.
He turned around and walked off towards Pseudo-polis Yard.
They heard his said Detritus, who already owed eleven dollars for bows.
' "If it's worth turning up"!' said Cuddy, losing the axe somewhere about his person again. 'Speciesist!'
'I don't think he meant it that way,' said Angua.
'Ho, it's all right for you,' said Cuddy.muttered comment.'What him say?' said Detritus.' "A fine body of men",' said Angua, going red.Cuddy spat on the ground, which didn't take long on account of its closeness. Then he reached under his cloak and produced, like a conjuror extracting a size 10 rabbit from a size 5 hat, his double-headed battle axe. And started to run.By the time he reached the virginal target he was a blur. There was a rip and the dummy exploded like a nuclear haystack.The other two wandered up and inspected the result, as pieces of chaff gently drifted to the ground.'Yes, all right,' said Angua. 'But he did say you're supposed to be able to ask them questions afterwards.''He didn't say they've got to be able to answer them,' said Cuddy grimly.'Lance-Constable Cuddy, deduct one dollar for target,'

Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son

2009-04-26T23:19:00.000-07:00

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'More of her face would have enabled us to be certain of the likeness, however. There is sufficient, I believe. You may go, Bl-enkin.'
'Yes, Mr Edward.'
'A little something off the ears, I th-ink.'
'Yes, Mr Edward.'
The servant respectfully shut the door behind him, and then went down to the kitchen shaking his head sadly. The d'Eaths hadn't him as a baby in the forests of the Ramtop mountains. There were some b-urning wagons, corpses, that sort of thing. B-andit attack, apparently. The dwarfs found a sword in the wreckage. He has it now. A very old sword. And it's always sharp.'
'So? The world is full of old swords. And grindstones.'
'This one had been very well hidden in one of the carts, which been able to afford a family torturer for years. For the boy's sake he'd just have to do the best he could with a kitchen knife.The visitors waited for the host to speak, but he didn't seem about to do so, although it was sometimes hard to tell with Edward. When he was excited, he suffered not so much from a speech impediment as from misplaced pauses, as if his brain were temporarily putting his mouth on hold.Eventually, one of the audience said: 'Very well. So what is your point?''You've seen the likeness. Isn't it ob-vious?''Oh, come now—'Edward d'Eath pulled a leather case towards him and began undoing the thongs.'But, but the boy was adopted by Discworld dwarfs. They found

John Constable Salisbury Cathedral

2009-04-24T00:50:00.000-07:00

John Constable Salisbury CathedralJohn Constable Salisbury Cathedral from the MeadowsJohn Constable Hadleigh CastleJohn Constable Flatford Mill
that’ll be another iron nail in your coffin. And I’d
be a little bit sorry about that, ‘cos you know I’ve always had
a soft spot for you. But I’ve got kiddies, y’see, and they don’t
hide under the stairs because they’re frit of the thunder, and
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they don’t put milk out for the elves, and they don’t hurry home because of the night, and before we go back to them dark old Nanny Ogg nudged Casanunda.
“Go on, answer the nice gentleman.”
Casanunda swallowed.
“Blimey,” he said, “you don’t half look like your picture.”
In a narrow little valley a few miles away a party of elves had found a nest ways /’// see you nailed.”The words sliced through the air.The homed man stood up. And further up. His antlers touched the roof.Casanunda’s mouth dropped open.“So you see,” said Nanny, subsiding, “not today. One day, maybe. You just stay down here and sweat it out ‘til One Day. But not today.”“I... will decide.”“Very good. You decide. And I’ll be getting along.”The homed man looked down at Casanunda.“What are you staring at, dwarf?”

Edward Hopper Bridle Path

2009-04-22T23:49:00.000-07:00

Edward Hopper Bridle PathAmedeo Modigliani LandscapeAlphonse Maria Mucha The Judgement of ParisAlphonse Maria Mucha Savonnerie de Bagnolet
.”
Nanny Ogg wandered off, dreamily.
Granny Weatherwax turned—
l there should have been violins. The murmur of the crowd should have faded away, and the crowd itself should have parted in a quite natural movement to leave an empty path between her and Ridcully

There should have been violins. There should have been something.
There shouldn’t have been the Librarian accidentally knuckling her on the toe on his way to the buffet, but this, in fact, there was.
She hardly noticed.
“Esme?” said Ridcully
“Mustrum?” saidThe Bursar, who was currently on the median point of his cycle, tapped Ridcully on the shoulder.
“I say, Archchancellor, these quails’ eggs are amazingly
go-“
“DROP DEAD. Mr. Stibbons, fish out the frog pills and keep knives away from him, please.”
The gazes locked again.
“Well, well,” said Granny, after a year or so. Granny Weatherwax.Nanny Ogg bustled up.“Esme, I saw Millie Chillum and she said—“Granny Weatherwax’s vicious elbow jab winded her.Nanny took in the scene.“Ah,” she said, “I’ll just, I’ll just... I’ll just go away, then.”The gazes locked again.The Librarian knuckled past again with an entire display of fruit.Granny Weatherwax paid him no heed.

Cao Yong MY BALCONY

2009-04-21T00:58:00.000-07:00

Cao Yong MY BALCONYCao Yong LILY PONDCao Yong KOI POND
the question. If kings went round putting their own food on their own plate, the whole system of monarchy would come crashing down.
Unfortunately, thisof vegetarianism.
The traditional palace cuisine was heavy in artery-clogging
dishes so full of saturated fats that they oozed out in great
wobbly globules. Vegetables existed as things to soak up
spare gravy, and were generally boiled to a uniform shade of
yellow in any case. Magrat had tried explaining things to
Mrs. Scorbic the cook, but the woman’s three chins wobbled meant that service had to be by means of Mr. Spriggins the butler, who had a bad memory, a nervous twitch and a rubber knee, and a sort of medieval elevator system that connected with the kitchen and sounded like the rattle of a tumbril. The elevator shaft was a kind of heat sink. Hot food was cold by the time it arrived. Cold food got colder. No one knew what would happen to ice cream, but it would probably involve some rewriting of the laws of thermodynamics.Also, the cook couldn’t get the hang

Fabian Perez Waiting For the Romance to Come Back II

2009-04-20T00:11:00.000-07:00

Fabian Perez Waiting For the Romance to Come Back IIFabian Perez VeniceFabian Perez For a Better Life III
Insert Tabbe A into Slotte B. Can’t find slotte B.”
“These’re like saddlebags. I’m not wearing these. And this thing?”
“A ruff, m’m. Um. They’re all the rage in Sto Helit, my brother says.”
“You mean they make people angry? And what’s this?”
“Brocade, I think.”
“It’s like cardboard. Do I have to wear this sort of thing everyday?”
“Don’t know, I’m sure, m’m.”
“But Verence Millie had gone bright red.
“I mean, I mean, I mean, queens has got to be ladylike,” she managed. “The king got books about it. Etti-quetty and stuff.”
Magrat surveyed herself critically in the mirror.
“It really suits you, your soon-going-to-be-majesty,” said Millie.
Magrat turned this way and that.just trots around in leather gaiters and an old jacket!”“Ah, but you’re queen. Queens can’t do that sort ofthing. Everyone knows that, m’m. It’s all right for kingsto go wandering around with their arse half out theirtrous—“She rammed her hand over her mouth.“It’s all right,” said Magrat. “I’m sure even kings have . .. tops to their legs just like everyone else. Just go on with what you were saying.”

Edward Hopper Ryder's House

2009-04-17T00:23:00.001-07:00

Edward Hopper Ryder's HouseEdward Hopper Railroad TrainEdward Hopper New York Office
they spoke, they spoke in unison, their voices drifting ahead or trailing behind the others, as always
.happens when a group of people are trying to faithfully repeat something they've been told to say.
Om was in the throng, standing right behind the Tsortean God of Thunder with a faraway expression on his face. It was noticeable, if only to Brutha, that the Thunder God's right arm disappeared up behind his own back in a way that, if such a thing could be imagined, would suggest that someone was twisting it to the edge of pain.
What the gods "Good. It's about time we had one."
""And an Ephebian!"
"Good. You can think up a better way of ruling the country. Priests shouldn't do it. They can't think about it properly. Nor can soldiers."
"Thank you," said Simony.said was heard by each combatant in his own language, and according to his own understanding. It boiled down to:I. This is Not a Game.II. Here and Now, You are Alive. And then it was over. "You'd make a good bishop," said Brutha."Me?" said Didactylos. "I'm a philosopher!"

Tamara de Lempicka Saint Moritz

2009-04-16T00:31:00.001-07:00

Tamara de Lempicka Saint MoritzTamara de Lempicka PrintempsTamara de Lempicka Portrait of Ira
another barn. Urn was seeing a lot of barns.
They'd started with a cart, and invested a lot of time in reducing its weight as much as possible. Gearing had been a problem. He'd been doing a lot of thinking about gears. The ball wanted to spin much faster than the wheels wanted to turn. That was probably a metaphor for something or other.
"And I can't get it to go backward," he said.
"Don't worry," said Urn scratched his head. "Okay. The answer isn't a little reptile in a shell, is it? Because you know I know that."
"I mean a shield tortoise. When you're attacking a fortress or a wall, and the enemy is dropping everything he's got on you, every man holds his shield overhead so that it . . . kind of . . . slots into all the shields around it. Can take a lot of weight."
"Overlapping," murmured Urn.
"Like scales," said Simony.Simony. "It won't have to go backward. What about armor?"Urn waved a distracted hand around his workshop."This is a village forge!" he said. "This thing is twenty feet long! Zacharos can't make plates bigger than a few feet across. I've tried nailing them on a framework, but it just collapses under the weight."Simony looked at the skeleton of the steam car and the pile of plates stacked beside it."Ever been in a battle, Urn?" he said."No. I've got flat feet. And I'm not very strong.""Do you know what a tortoise is?"
Urn looked reflectively at the cart.

Paul Cezanne Jas de Bouffan the Pool

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

Paul Cezanne Jas de Bouffan the PoolPaul Cezanne House of Pere LacroixPaul Cezanne Flowers in a Blue Vase
fatigue of having to call a slave every time they wanted a page turned. Each one lay in its own pigeonhole, though. Books shouldn't be kept too close together, otherwise they interact in strange and unforeseeable ways.
Sunbeams lanced through the shadows, as palpable as pillars in the dusty air.
Although it was the least of the wonders in the Library, Brutha couldn't help noticing a strange construction in the aisles. . "I don't put any oil in it."
"A lantern that doesn't shine for a man that doesn't see?"
"Yeah. Works perfectly. And of course it's very philosophical."
"And you live in a barrel."
"Very fashionable, living in a barrel," said Didactylos, walking forward briskly, his fingers only occasionally touching the raised patterns on the plank. "Most of the philosophers do it. It shows contempt and disdain for worldly things. Mind you, Legibus has got a sauna in his. It's amazing the kind of things you can think of in it, he says."
Brutha looked around. Scrolls protruded from their racks like cuckoos piping the hour.
"It's all so . . . I never met a philosopher before I came Wooden laths had been fixed between the rows of stone shelves about two meters from the floor, so that they supported a wider plank of no apparent use whatsoever. Its underside had been decorated with rough wooden shapes."The Library," announced Didactylos.He reached up. His fingers gently brushed the plank over his head.It dawned on Brutha."You're blind aren't you?" he said."That's right.""But you carry a lantern?""It's all right," said Didactylos

Leonardo da Vinci Annunciation

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

Leonardo da Vinci AnnunciationThomas Kinkade Seaside VillageThomas Kinkade Bridge of Hope
About fifty miles away and several thousand feet up, Conina at last managed to control her stolen horse and brought it cold as possible.
'Bit late in the year,' said Nijel. He glanced downwards, and then immediately closed his eyes.
Creosote watched in delighted astonishment. 'Is that how it happens?' he said. 'I've only heard about it in stories. I thought it sprouted out of the ground somehow. Bit like mushrooms, I thought.'
'Those clouds aren't right,' said Conina.to a gentle trot on the empty air, displaying some of the most determined nonchalance the Disc had ever seen.'Snow?' she said.Clouds were roaring soundlessly from the direction of the Hub. They were fat and heavy and shouldn't be moving so fast. Blizzards trailed beneath them, covering the landscape like a sheet.It didn't look like the kind of snow that whispers down gently in the pit of the night and in the morning turns the landscape into a glittering wonderland of uncommon and ethereal beauty. It looked like the kind of snow that intends to make the world as bloody

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Valencia's Port

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

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Valencia's PortJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida The Pink RobeJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Port of Valencia
Abrim and the rival wizard were surrounded by a corona of randomised magic, and it was evidently having no effect on Wizards didn't kill ordinary people because a) they seldom noticed them and b) it wasn't considered sporting and c) besides, who'd do all the cooking and growing food and things. And killing a brother wizard with magic was well-nigh impossible on account of the layers of protective Abrim. Rincewind drifted back into the land of the living just in time to see the man reach out and grab the wizard by his tasteless collar.'You cannot defeat me,' he said in the hat's voice. 'I have had two thousand years of harnessing power to my own ends. l can draw my power from your power. Yeld to me or you won't even have time to regret it.'The wizard struggled and, unfortunately, let pride win over caution.'Never!' he said.'Die,' suggested Abrim.Rincewind had seen many strange things in his life, most of them with extreme reluctance, but he had never seen anyone actually killed by magic.

Vincent van Gogh On the Outskirts of Paris

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

Vincent van Gogh On the Outskirts of ParisVincent van Gogh Ladies of ArlesSalvador Dali The Ecumenical Council
'You've got nothing?'
Conina shifted slightly to keep as many of the men as possible in her field of vision.
'I've got a couple of hairgrips,' she said out of the corner of her mouth.
'Any good?'
'Don't know. Never tried.'
'You got us into this!'
'Relax. I think they'll just take us prisoner.'
'Oh, that's fine for you to say. You're not marked down as this week's special offer.'
The There was a sudden blur and the nearest man collapsed in a small gurgling heap. Then Conina's elbows went back and into the stomachs of the men behind her. Her left hand rebounded past Rincewind's ear with a noise like tearing silk and felled the man behind him. The fifth made a run for it and was brought down by a flying tackle, hitting his head heavily on the wall.Luggage snapped its lid once or twice, a little uncertain about things. One of the men gingerly extended his sword and prodded Rincewind in the small of the back.'They want to take us somewhere, see?' said Conina. She gritted her teeth. 'Oh, no,' she muttered.'What's the matter now?''I can't do it!''What?'Conina put her head in her hands. 'I can't let myself be taken prisoner without a fight! I can feel a thousand barbarian ancestors accusing me of betrayal!' she hissed urgently.'Pull the other one.''No, really. This won't take a minute.'
Conina rolled off him and sat up, panting, her eyes

Eduard Manet Flowers In A Crystal Vase

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

Eduard Manet Flowers In A Crystal VaseEduard Manet Bouquet Of VioletsEduard Manet Spring
Spelter padded over to a dark oak cabinet and pulled out a couple of glasses, which he filled from the water jug.
'I tend to be best at sherry this time of day,' he said, and spread his hands over the glasses. 'Say, um, the word - sweet or dry?'
'Um, no,' said to be moving, too. When Rincewind looked closer he could see that it was because it was covered with ants.
These weren't ordinary ants. Centuries of magical leakage into the walls of the University had done strange things to them. Some of them were pulling very small carts, some of them were riding beetles, but all of them were leaving the University as quickly as possible. The grass on the Rincewind. 'Perhaps you're right. I think I'll go and have a bit of rest.''Good idea.'Rincewind wandered down the chilly stone passages. Occasionally he'd touch the wall and appear to be listening, and then he'd shake his head.As he crossed the quadrangle again he saw a herd of mice swarm over a balcony and scamper towards the river. The ground they were running over seemed

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Moonlight

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

Thomas Kinkade Christmas MoonlightThomas Kinkade Christmas EveningThomas Kinkade Abundant Harvest
hours of the night drained slowly away. They looked at one another.
Spigot the fiddler glanced down at the jewel.
It was still there.
The drummer tried to massage some life back into his wrists.
Spigot stared helplessly at the exhausted dancers.
‘Well, then . . .I SUSPECT THERE’S NO SUCH THING.
‘You know,’ said Miss Flitworth, ‘I’ve been wondering all evening how it’s going to happen. How you’re going to do it. I mean, people have to die of something, don’t they? I thought maybe it was going to be of exhaustion, but I’ve never felt better. I’ve had the time of my life and I’m not even out of breath. In fact it’s been ’ he said, and raised the fiddle one more time.Miss Flitworth and her companion listened from the mists that were threading around the field in the dawn light.Death recognised the slow, insistent beat. It made him think of wooden figures, whirling through Time until the spring unwound.I DON’T KNOW THAT ONE.‘It’s the last waltz.’

James Jacques Joseph Tissot Too Early

2009-04-06T00:29:00.000-07:00

James Jacques Joseph Tissot Too EarlyHenri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic ForestHenri Rousseau warHenri Rousseau Two Monkeys in the Jungle
don’t think he’s trying to sell anything, Mr Poons.’
‘It’s that bad? Then we’re probably in lots of trouble.’ Blue light shone out from one of the holes in the heap. Bits were bearing down on him.
‘We - I mean, Ve vould have been here sooner, only -‘
‘- I couldn’t find the blasted collar stud,’ muttered Arthur, looking hot and flustered. He was wearing a collapsible opera hat, which was fine on the collapsible part but regrettably lacking in hatness, so that Arthur appeared to be looking at the world from under a concertina.
‘Oh, hallo,’ said Windle. There was something dreadfully fascinating about the Winkings’ dedication to accurate vampirism. ‘Unt who iss the yunk laty?’ said Doreen, beaming at Ludmilla.
‘Pardon?’ said Windle.
‘Vot?’of broken trolley tinkled to the ground like metal leaves.Windle bent down stiffly and picked up a pointy hat. It was battered and had been run over by a lot of trolleys, but it was still recognisable as something that by rights should be on someone’s head. ‘There’s wizards in there,’ he said.Silver light glittered off the metal. It moved like oil. Windle reached out and a fat spark jumped across and grounded itself on his fingers.‘Hmm,’ he said. ‘Lot of potential, too -‘Then he heard the cry of the vampires.He turned. The Notfaroutoes
‘Doreen - I mean, the Countess asked who she is,’ Arthur

George Frederick Watts Charity

2009-04-03T00:42:00.000-07:00

George Frederick Watts CharityFrancisco de Goya Nude MajaFrancisco de Goya Clothed Maja
Well, all right. Ahem. The correct balance of materials, correctly layered according to -‘ ‘There goes the door,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, lumbering towards the rest of them.
The mound of furniture started to move forward.
The ‘Stinging nettles are always useful,’ said Modo, behind him. ‘They add iron. And comfrey, well, you can never get enough comfrey. For the minerals, you know. Myself, I’ve always reckoned that a small quantity of wild yarrow -‘ The wizards peered over the top of an overturned table. The heap had stopped moving.
‘Is it just me, or is it getting bigger?’ said the Senior Wrangler.
‘And looking happier,’ said the Dean.Archchancellor stared desperately around the hall, at a loss. Then his eyes were drawn to a familiar, heavy bottle on one of the sideboards. ‘Carbon,’ he said. ‘That’s like charcoal, isn’t it?’‘How should I know? I’m not an alchemist,’ sniffed the Dean.The compost heap emerged from the debris. Steam poured off it. The Archchancellor looked longingly at the bottle of Wow-Wow Sauce. He uncorked it. He took a deep sniff.‘The cooks here just can’t make it properly, you know,’ he said. It’ll be weeks before I can get any more from home.’He tossed the bottle towards the advancing heap.It vanished into the seething mass.

Henri Rousseau The Dream

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

Henri Rousseau The DreamPaul Cezanne Mount Sainte VictoirePaul Cezanne Card Players
paperknife was slowly bending.
‘Well?’ said the Patrician.
‘Not us,’ said Ridcully, his voice hollow. The Patrician followed his gaze.
The knife was already curved like a bow.
The Patrician scanned the sheepish crowd until he found Captain Doxie of the City Guard Day Watch.
‘Can’t you do something?’ he said.
‘Er. Like what, sir? The knife? Er. I suppose I could arrest it for being bent.’
Lord to call.
‘You there, One-Man-Bucket?’ she said.
Then she ducked, just in case.
A reedy and petulant voice oozed out of the air.
where have you been I can’t move in here!
Mrs Cake bit her lip. Such a directVetinari threw his hands up in the air.‘So! It’s not magic! It’s not gods! It’s not people! What is it? And who’s going to stop it? Who am I going to call?’Half an hour later the little globe had vanished.No-one noticed. They never do.Mrs Cake knew who she was going reply meant her spirit guide was worried. When he didn’t have anything on his

Bill Brauer Harvest Moon

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

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his words like flakes of metal on the edge of a knife.
THERE WILL BE A NEW DEATH.
Albert drew himself up.
‘I really don’t think I could serve a new master,’ he said.
THEN GO embarrassed.
Death took the saddle down from its hook and glanced at Albert, who was suffering a crisis of conscience.
Thousands of years before, Albert had opted to serve Death rather than die. He wasn’t exactly immortal. Real time was forbidden in Death’s realm. There was only the ever-changing now, but it went on for a very long time. He had less than two months of real time left; he hoarded his days like bars of gold.
‘I, er . . .’ he began.’That is -‘BACK INTO THE WORLD. I WILL GIVE YOU MONEY. YOU HAVE BEEN A GOOD SERVANT, ALBERT.‘But if I go back -‘YES, said Death. YOU WILL DIE. In the warm, horsey gloom of the stable, Death’s pale horse looked up from its oats and gave a little whinny of greeting. The horse’s name was Binky. He was a real horse. Death had tried fiery steeds and skeletal horses in the past, and found them impractical, especially the fiery ones, which tended to set light to their own bedding and stand in the middle of it looking

Gustav Klimt Portrait of Adele Bloch Bauer

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

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Several young women,’ said the Dean.
Windle Poons focused unsteadily on the poster.
‘Who’s the young feller?’ he said.
‘What young feller?’ said several wizards.
‘He’s in the demeaning for a wizard to patronize the common entertainments. The Archchancellor would be very angry with us.’
‘Wassat?’ have been a wizard,’ said the Dean. ‘Why would he want to go off and fondle young women?’
‘It’s a Victor all right, but not our Victor. Says here he’s "Victor Maraschino",’ said the Chair.
‘Oh, that’s just a click name,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes airily. ‘They all have funny names like that. Delores De Syn and Blanche Languish and Rock Cliffe and so on . . . ‘ He realized that they were looking at him accusingly. ‘Or so I’m told,’ he added lamely. ‘By the porter. He goes to see a click nearly every night.’middle of the picture,’ said Poons. ‘He’s holding her in his arms.’They looked again. ‘Oh, him,’ said the Chair, dismissively.‘Seems to me I’ve, mm, seen him before,’ said Poons.‘My dear Poons, I hope you haven’t been sneaking off to the moving pictures,’ said the Dean, grinning at the others. ‘You know it’s

Thomas Moran Moonlit Seascape

2009-03-30T00:13:00.000-07:00

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looked far more like Ankh‑Morpork than Ankh‑Morpork ever had.

Ginger had been ushered off to the changing tents before Victor had a chance to speak to her, and then shooting started and it was too late.
Century of song, which had rather caught on among holy Wood’s dwarf population.
It was just possible that Soll knew how it all fitted together. Victor didn’t. It was always best, he had learned, never to try to follow the plot of any click you were in, and in any case Soll wasn’t just shooting back to front but sides to middle as well. It was totally confusing, just like real life.
When he did get a chance to talk to Ginger, two handlemen and everyone else in the Fruitbat (and now it said on the sign, in slightly smaller type: More Stars than There Are in the that a click should be made in less than ten times the time it took to watch. Blown Away was going to be different. There were battles. There were night scenes, the imps painting away furiously by torchlight. Dwarfs worked merrily in a mine never seen before or since, where fake gold nuggets the size of chickens had been stuck in the plaster walls. Since Soll demanded that their lips should be seen to move they sang a risque version of the ‘Hihohiho’

Pierre Auguste Renoir At the Concert

2009-03-27T00:24:00.001-07:00

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right.’
‘we’re doing one about going to see a wizard. Something about following a yellow sick toad,’ a man in one half of a lion suit explained to a companion in the queue.
‘No wizards in Holy Wood, I thought.’
‘Oh, this one’s all right. He’s not very good at the wizarding.’
‘So what’s new?’
Sound! That was the problem. Alchemists toiled in sheds all over Holy Wood, screaming at parrots, pleading with mynah birds, constructing intricate bottles to trap sound and bounce it When will the time be right, then?’ said Victor. Gaspode grinned nastily. ‘Oh, I reckon when Dibbler’s just got a mouthful of food’d be favourite.’ Holy Wood Hill bustled like an ant heap. On the seaward side Fir Wood Studios were making The Third Gnome. Microlithic Pictures, which was run almost entirely by the dwarfs, was hard at work on Golde Diggers of 1457, which was going to be followed by The Golde Rushe. Floating Bladder Pictures was hard at work with Turkey Legs. And Borgle’s was packed out. ‘I don’t know what it’s called, but

Vincent van Gogh Roses

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

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From behind the rocks came the plaintive bleat of Silverfish wondering where everyone had got to just when he needed them. The girl rolled her eyes.
‘Oh gods. For this I’m missing lunch?’
‘You could ‘Chances are where you find them, I’ve always said,’ said Victor.
‘But how–’
Victor had already strolled away with gleeful nonchalance. She trailed after him, her face locked in a petulant pout.
‘Ah,’ said Silverfish sarcastically, looking up. ‘My word. Everyone always eat it off my forehead,’ said Victor, standing up. He had the satisfaction of feeling her thoughtful gaze on the back of his neck as he retrieved his sword and gave it a few experimental swishes, with rather more force than was necessary. ‘You’re the boy in the street, aren’t you?’ she said. ‘That’s right. You’re the girl who was going to be shot,’ said Victor. ‘I see they missed.’ She looked at him curiously. ‘How did you get a job so quickly? Most people have to wait weeks for a chance.’

Pedro Alvarez Tango Argentino

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

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there were just some people putting up a big screen, like a bedsheet stretched between poles.
He sauntered over to them. ‘What’re you doing?’ he said amiably.
‘There’s going to be a performance.’
‘Oh. Acting,’ said Victor, without much interest.
He coming at me with a knife. That means I’m either going to get stabbed or I’m going to have to run away, which is a real waste of energy.
People who didn’t apply themselves to the facts in hand might have thought that Victor Tugelbend would be fat and unhealthy. In fact, he was undoubtedly the most athletically-inclined student in the University. Having to haul around extra poundage was far too much effort, so he saw to it that he never put it on and he kept himself in trim because doing things with decent muscles was far less effort than trying to achieve things with bags of flab. mooched back through the damp darkness, but stopped when he heard a voice coming from the gloom between two buildings. The voice said ‘Help’, quite quietly. Another voice said, ‘Just hand it over, right?’ Victor wandered closer, and squinted into the shadows. ‘Hallo?’ he said. ‘Is everything all right?’ There was a pause, and then a low voice said, ‘You don’t know what’s good for you, kid.’ He’s got a knife, Victor thought. He’s

Jean Francois Millet Spring

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

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a bit like flarelight, I think.'
Ptaclusp hadn't got where he was today - no, he'd have to correct himself - hadn't got to where he had been last night without eventually seeing the advantages in the Unlikeliest situations.
'He'll instability there.'
'Dad, it's a pyramid! We should have flared it! I told you! The forces involved, well, it's just too-'
A shadow fell across them. They looked around. They looked up. They looked up a bit more.
'Oh, my,' said Ptaclusp. 'It's Hat, the Vulture-Headed God...'

Ephebe lay beyond them, a classical poem of white marble lazing around its rock on a bay of brilliant blue-
'What's that?' said Ptraci, after studying it critically for some time.save on clothing,' he said slowly. 'I mean, he can just paint it on.' 'I don't think you've quite got the idea, dad,' said IIb wearily. He sat down beside his father and stared across the river to the palace. 'Something going on over there,' said Ptaclusp. 'Do you think they've noticed the pyramid?' 'I shouldn't be surprised. It's moved around ninety degrees, after all.' Ptaclusp looked over his shoulder, and nodded slowly. 'Funny, that,' he said. 'Bit of structural

Jack Vettriano Model in Black

2009-03-20T01:48:00.000-07:00

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We're really big on them. If you ever need any stone and sand, we're the people for you. It's fitting out the insides that is really expensive. We're still avoiding paying for grandfather's, and that wasn't very big. Just three chambers.' Teppic turned and looked out of the window; they were back in the dormitory at this point.
'The whole kingdom's in debt,' he said, quietly. 'I mean even our debts are in debt. That's why I'm here, really. Someone in our house needs to earn some money. A royal prince can't hang around looking ornamental any more. He's got to get out and do something useful in the community.'
Chidder leaned on the window sill.
'Couldn't 'That's Fliemoe. Watch out for him. If he invites you for toast in his study, don't go.'
'And who's the little kid with the curls?' said Teppic. He pointed to a small lad receiving the attentions of a washed-out looking lady. She was licking her handkerchief and dabbing apparent smudges off his you take some of the stuff out of the pyramids, then?' he said. 'Don't be silly.' 'Sorry.' Teppic gloomily watched the figures below. 'There's a lot of people here,' he said, to change the subject. 'I didn't realise it would be so big.' He shivered. 'Or so cold,' he added. 'People drop out all the time,' said Chidder. 'Can't stand the course. The important thing is to know what's what and who's who. See that fellow over there?' Teppic followed his pointing finger to a group of older students, who were lounging against the pillars by the entrance. 'The big one? Face like the end of your boot?'

Andrew Atroshenko Just for Love

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

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There was yet another rattle of thunder, which ended with the kind of crash made, for example, by a sheet of tin escaping from someone's hands and hitting the wall.
In the world outside the stage the heat pressed down like a pillow, squeezing the very life out of the air. Granny saw a footman bend down to the duke's ear. No, he won't stop the play. Of course he won't. He wants it to run its feet of foundations, flagstones, one thickness of leather and two thicknesses of sock. She felt it waiting.
She heard the king say, 'My own flesh and blood? Why has he done this to me? I'm going to confront him!'
She gently took Nanny Ogg's hand.course.The duke must have felt the heat of her gaze on the back of his neck. He turned, focused on her, and gave her a strange little smile. Then he nudged his wife. They both laughed.Granny Weatherwax was often angry. She considered it one of her strong points. Genuine anger was one of the world's great creative forces. But you had to learn how to control it. That didn't mean you let it trickle away. It meant you dammed it, carefully, let it develop a working head, let it drown whole valleys of the mind and then, just when the whole structure was about to collapse, opened a tiny pipeline at the base and let the iron-hard stream of wrath power the turbines of revenge.She felt the land below her, even through several

Johannes Vermeer Saint Praxidis

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

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'It's five hundred miles away!' said Magrat. 'You'll be away for ages!'
'I can't help it,' said the Fool. 'The duke's given me special instructions. He trusts me.'
'Huh! To hire more soldiers, I expect?'
'No. Nothing like that. Not as bad as that.' The Fool hesitated. He'd introduced Felmet to the world of words. Surely that was better than hitting people with swords? Wouldn't that buy time? Wouldn't it be best for everybody, in the circumstances?
'But you don't have to go! You don't want to go!'
'That doesn't be pathetic if I broke my word,' he said. 'But I may be incredibly ill-advised. I'm sorry. I'll be back in a few weeks, anyway.'
'Don't you understand I'm asking you not to listen to him?'
'I said I'm sorry. I couldn't see you again befohave much to do with it. I promised to be loyal to him—''Yes, yes, until you're dead. But you don't even believe that! You were telling me how much you hated the whole Guild and everything!''Well, yes. But I still have to do it. I gave my word.'Magrat came close to stamping her foot, but didn't sink so low.'Just when we were getting to know one another!' she shouted. 'You're pathetic!'The Fool's eyes narrowed. 'I'd only re I go, could I?'
'I shall be washing my hair,' said Magrat stiffly.
'When?'

Andrea del Sarto Madonna of the Harpies

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

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'Huh,' said Granny. 'A man who tinkles all day. No kind of husband for anyone, I'd say.'
'You – she'd always know where he was,' said Nanny, who was enjoying this. 'You'd just have to listen.'
'Never trust a man with horns on his hat,' said Granny flatly.
Magrat stood up and pulled herself together, giving the impression that some bits had to come quite a long way.
'You're a pair of silly old women,' she said quietly. 'And I'm going home.'
She marched off down the path to her village without another word.
The old witches stared at one another.
'Well!' of human nature. You'd know that if you'd ever—'
'If I'd ever what?' said Granny Weatherwax, quietly.
They stared at one another in shocked silence. They could both feel it, the tension creeping into their bodies from the ground itself, the hot, aching feeling that they'd started something they must finish, no matter said Nanny.'It's all these books they read today,' said Granny. 'It overheats the brain. You haven't been putting ideas in her head, have you?''What do you mean?''You know what I mean.'Nanny stood up. 'I certainly don't see why a girl should have to be single her whole life just because you think it's the right thing,' she said. 'Anyway, if people didn't have children, where would we be?''None of your girls is a witch,' said Granny, also standing up.'They could have been,' said Nanny defensively.'Yes, if you'd let them work it out for themselves, instead of encouragin' them to throw themselves at men.''They're good-lookin'. You can't stand in the way

Jean Fragonard The Love Letter

2009-03-15T22:20:00.000-07:00

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'You're not after telling me how to look after a child,' snapped Nanny Ogg mildly. 'And me with fifteen of my own?'
'I'm just saying that we ought to think about it,' said Granny.
The other two watched her for some time. 'Well?' said Magrat.
Granny's fingers drummed on the edge of the crown. She frowned.
'First, we'vefound, anyway. They kind of call out to people's minds. If you bunged it under a stone up here, in a week's time it'd get itself discovered by accident. You mark my words.'
'It's true, is that,' said Nanny Ogg, earnestly. 'How many times have you thrown a magic ring into the deepest depths of the ocean and then, when you get home and have a nice bit of turbot for your tea, there it is?'
They considered this in silence. got to take him away from here,' she said, and held up a hand. 'No, Gytha, I'm sure your cottage is ideal and everything, but it's not safe. He's got to be somewhere away from here, a long way away, where no-one knows who he is. And then there's this.' She tossed the crown from hand to hand.'Oh, that's easy,' said Magrat. 'I mean, you just hide it under a stone or something. That's easy. Much easier than babies.''It ain't,' said Granny. The reason being, the country's full of babies and they all look the same, but I don't reckon there's many crowns. They have this way of being

Edward Hopper Jo in Wyoming

2009-03-13T01:24:00.000-07:00

Edward Hopper Jo in WyomingEdward Hopper Hills South TruroEdward Hopper High Road
The tiny sun rolled down towards the horizon, towing its lazy daylight behind it. The clouds ahead grew, and became outlined in pink and orange. After a while he could make out the darker blur of land below them, with here and there to direct the horse towards a seaport a little Rimwards of their present course.
There were a few ships at anchor, mostly single-sailed coastal traders. The Empire didn't encourage its subjects to go far away, in case they saw things that might disturb them. For the same reason it had built a wall around the entire country, patrolled by the Heavenly Guard whose main function was to tread heavily on the fingers of any inhabitants who felt they might like to step outside for five minutes for a breath of fresh air.
This didn't happen often, because most of the subjects of the Sun Emperor were quite happy to live inside the lights of a city.Half an hour later he was sure he could see individual buildings. Agatean architecture inclined towards squat pyramids.Binky lost height until his hooves were barely a few feet above the sea. Mort examined the hourglass again, and gently tugged on the reins

Les Vins Blancs

2009-03-11T20:13:00.000-07:00

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'Your apprentice, master,' said Albert patiently. Tall young lad.'
OF COURSE. WELL, WE'LL SEND HIM.
'Is he ready to go solo, master?' said Albert doubtfully.
Death thought about it. HE CAN DO IT, he said at ast. HE'S KEEN, HE'S QUICK TO LEARN AND, REALLY, e added, PEOPLE CANT EXPECT TO HAVE ME RUNNING AROUND AFTER THEM ALL THE TIME.

Mort stareda Klatchian family of father, mother and half a dozen children of dwindling size. Eight pairs of round eyes were fixed on Mort. A ninth pair belonging to an aged grandparent of indeterminate sex weren't, because their owner had taken advantage of the interruption to get some elbow room at the communal rice bowl, taking the view that a boiled fish in the blankly at the velvet wall hangings a few inches from his eyes.I've walked through a wall, he thought. And that's impossible.He gingerly moved the hangings aside to see if a door was lurking somewhere, but there was nothing but crumbling plaster which had cracked away in places to reveal some dampish but emphatically solid brickwork.He prodded it experimentally. It was quite clear that he wasn't going back out that way.'Well,' he said to the wall. 'What now?'A voice behind him said, 'Um. Excuse please?'He turned around slowly.Grouped around a table in the middle of the room was

Edgar Degas Dancers in Blue

2009-03-10T23:55:00.000-07:00

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Gods, you don't know how glad I am to hear you say that," said another voice. The silence was suddenly full of babble.
"Are we still where we were?"
"I don't know. Where were we?"
"Here, I think."
"Can you reach out?"
"Not unless I am quite certain about what I'm going to touch, my good man," said the unmistakable voice of Granny Weatherwax.
"Everyone try and reach out," said Cutangle, and choked down a scream as a hand like a warm leather glove closed around his ankle. There was a satisfied little "ook", which managed to convey relief, comfort and the sheer joy of touching a fellow human being or, in this case, anthropoid.
There was a scratch and then a blessed flare of red light as a wizard on the far side of the room lit a cigarette.
"Who did that?"
"Sorry, "Yes."
"Ook."Archchancellor, force of habit." "Smoke all you like, that man." "Thank you, Archchancellor." "I think I can see the outline of the door now," said another voice. "Granny?" "Yes, I can definitely see -" "Esk?" "I'm here, Granny." "Can I smoke too, sir?" "Is the boy with you?"
"I'm here."
"What's happening?"

Frida Kahlo My Dress Hangs There

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

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another attempt to reach Granny and recoiled when green fire roared along her arm and singed her hair.
She looked around wildly for the other wizards, but those who had fled from the effects of the magic were cowering slightly, but then spun back with such force it nearly took the skin off her hands. The chittering inside rose to a crescendo and there was another noise, too, like leather flapping.behind overturned furniture while the occult storm raged over their heads. Esk ran down the length of the hall and out into the dark corridor. Shadows curled around her as she hurried, sobbing, up the steps and along the buzzing corridors towards Simon's narrow room. Something would try to enter the body, Granny had said. Something that would walk and talk like Simon, but would be something else .... A cluster of students were hovering anxiously outside the door. They turned pale faces towards Esk as she darted towards them, and were sufficiently shaken to draw back nervously in the face of her determined progress. "Something's in there," said one of them. "We can't open the door!" They looked at her expectantly. Then one of them said: "You wouldn't have a pass key, by any chance?" Esk grabbed the doorhandle and turned it. It moved

jasper johns Target with Four Faces

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

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That isn't really an answer, Granny," Esk said reproachfully. "Am I or aren't I?"
"Women can't be wizards," said Granny bluntly. "It's agin nature. You might as well have a female blacksmith."
"Actually I've watched dad at work and I don't see why -"
"Look," said Granny hurriedly, "you can't have a female wizard any more than you can have a male witch, because -"
"I've heard of male witches," said Esk meekly.
"Warlocks!"
"I think so."
"I mean there's no male witches, only silly men," said Granny hotly. "If men were witches, they'd be wizards. It's all down to -"she tapped her head "- headology. How your mind works. Men's minds work different from ours, see. it's all solved, isn't it? I can't help but be a witch."
Granny pointed to the staff. Esk shrugged.
"It's just an old stick."Their magic's all numbers and angles and edges and what the stars are doing, as if that really mattered. It's all power. It's all -" Granny paused, and dredged up her favourite word to describe all she despised in wizardry, "- jommetry." "That's all right, then," said Esk, relieved. "I'll stay here and learn witchery." "Ali," said Granny gloomily, "that's all very well for you to say. I don't think it will be as easy as that." "But you said that men can be wizards and women can be witches and it can't be the other way around." "That's right." "Well, then," said Esk triumphantly, "
Granny shook her head. Esk blinked.
"No?"
"No."
"And I can't be a witch?"

Paul Gauguin Hail Mary

2009-03-05T23:26:00.000-08:00

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YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE IT. AND WITH YOUR KARMA AN ANT IS TOO MUCH TO EXPECT.
The baby hadagainst his invisible legs was undoubtedly the same cat that he had seen a few minutes before, it was also quite clearly a tiny kitten and a fat, half-blind old moggy and every stage in between. All at once. Since it had started off small it looked like a white, catshaped carrot, a description that will have to do until people invent proper four-dimensional adjectives.
Death's skeletal hand tapped Billet gently on the shoulder. been taken back to its mother and the smith sat disconsolately watching the rain. Drum Billet scratched the cat behind its ears and thought It had been a long one, that was one of the advantages of being a wizard, and he'd done a lot of things he hadn't always felt good about. It was about time that .... I HAVEN'T GOT ALL DAY, YOU KNOW, said Death, reproachfully. The wizard looked down at the cat and realized for the first time how odd it looked now. The living often don't appreciate how complicated the world looks when you are dead, because while death frees the mind from the straitjacket of three dimensions it also cuts it away from Time, which is only another dimension. So while the cat that rubbed up

Rodney White Share a Random Moment

2009-03-04T23:57:00.000-08:00

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Cohen was staring at it. He handed the melon to the dwarf without looking at him and walked out into the sunlight. Lackjaw watched him creep stealthily around the box, or as stealthily as is possible with joints that creaked like a ship under full sail, and prod it once or twice with his sword, but very gingerly, as if he half-expected it to explode.
'It's just a box,' the dwarf called out. 'What's so special about a box?'
Cohen said nothing. He squatted down painfully and peered closely at the lock on the lid.
'What's in it?' said Lackjaw.
'You wouldn't want to know,' said Cohen. 'Help me up, will you?'
'Yes, but this box —'
'This box,' said Cohen, 'this box is—'he waved his arms vaguely.
'
'No,' said Cohen. 'It – it oughtn't to have done that.'
'I see,' said Lackjaw, who didn't, and was beginning to wish Cohen hadn't gone out into all this hot sunlight. 'It ought to have run away, you think?''Oblong?''Eldritch,' said Cohen mysteriously.'Eldritch?''Yup.''Oh,' said the dwarf. They stood looking at the box for a moment.'Cohen?''Yes?''What does eldritch mean?''Well, eldritch is—' Cohen paused and looked down irritably. 'Give it a kick and you'll see.'Lockjaw's steel-capped dwarfboot whammed into the side of the box. Cohen flinched. Nothing else happened.'I see,' said the dwarf. 'Eldritch means wooden?

Jean Beraud Le Bal Mabile

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

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She looked up at Rincewind and scowled.
Then he sensed something. Perhaps it was a barely heard footstep behind him, perhaps it was movement reflected n her eyes – but he ducked.
Something whistled through the air where his neck had been and glanced off Twoflower's bald head. Rincewind spun round to see the archdruid readying his sickle for another swing and, in the absence of any hope of running away, lashed out desperately with a foot.
It caught the After a moment he said, from his prone position, 'Don't just shtand there, you daft bitcsh – help me up.' Much to Rincewind's amazement, and almost certainly to hers as well, she did so.
Rincewind, meanwhile, was trying to rouse Twoflower. There was a graze druid squarely on the kneecap. As the man screamed and dropped his weapon there was a nasty little fleshy sound and he fell forward. Behind him the little man with the long beard pulled his sword from the body, wiped it with a handful of snow, and said, 'My lumbago is giving me gyp. You can carry the treashure.''Treasure?' said Rincewind weakly.'All the necklashes and shtuff. All the gold collarsh. They've got lotsh of them. Thatsh prieshts for you,' said the old man wetly. 'Nothing but torc, torc, torc. Who'she the girl?''She won't let us rescue her,' said Rincewind. The girl looked at the old man defiantly through her smudged eyeshadow.'Bugger that,' he said, and with one movement picked her up, staggered a little, screamed at his arthritis and fell over.

Andy Warhol dollar sign black and yellow on red

2009-03-02T21:44:00.000-08:00

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expect the stems haven't got the right kind of fluting, then.'
'They look okay, actually.'
'The cap, then, I expect the cap is the wrong colour,' said Twoflower.
'Not sure about that.'
'Well then, which, in the highly competitive world of magic, was pretty much the same thing. Behind every wizard of the eighth rank were half a dozen eventh rank wizards trying to bump him off, and senior wizards had to develop an inquiring attitude to, for example, scorpions in their bed. An ancient proverb summed it up: when a wizard is tired of looking for broken glass in his dinner, it ran, he is tired of life.
The oldest wizard, Greyhald Spold of the Ancient and Truly Original Sages of the Unbroken Circle, leaned heavily on his carven staff and spake thusly:why can't you eat them?'Rincewind coughed. It's the little doors and windows,' he said wretchedly, 'it's a dead giveaway.' Thunder rolled across Unseen University. Rain poured over its roofs and gurgled out of its gargoyles, although one or two of the more cunning ones had scuttled off to shelter among the maze of tiles.Far below, in the Great Hall, the eight most powerful wizards on the Discworld gathered at the angles of a ceremonial octogram. Actually they probably weren't the most powerful, if the truth were known, but they certainly had great powers of survival

Vincent van Gogh Olive grove I

2009-03-01T22:36:00.000-08:00

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WON'T WORK, laughed a voice like the dull tolling of a funereal bell, YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN THEM.
Rincewind looked at the terrible mounted apparition grinning at him, and his mind bolted in terror.
There was a brilliant flash.
There was Help me!"
Dragging the still-unconscious tourist with him he backed away from the mob until his free hand found an oddly-shaped door handle. He twisted it and ducked through, then slammed it hard. He stared around the new room in which he found himself and met the terrified gaze of a young utter darkness.There was a soft floor under Rincewind's feet, a pink light around him, and the sudden shocked cries of many people.He looked around wildly. He was standing in some kind of tunnel, which was mostly filled with seats in which outlandishly-dressed people had been strapped. They were all shouting at him."Wake up," he hissed. "

Jack Vettriano There's Always Someone Watching You

2009-02-27T00:23:00.001-08:00

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When you see something of value, your brain essentially sees dollar signs, a new study finds.
The effect occurs even if you don't consciously realize the object's worth.
Researchers scanned the brains of subjects who were presented with choices of constantly changing red and green as V1, which is associated with representing basic features such as edge orientations and color.
"When a target had been valuable in the past — if selecting it had had paid off with money — the visual system represented it more strongly," said lead researcher John Serences, assistant professor of psychology at the University of Californiaobjects that represented 10 cents or nothing, with good choices in a gameleading to potential winnings of $10.Upon seeing objects that had been of value previously, brain activity lit up in several areas, including a part of the cortex known

Andrea Mantegna Adoration of the Magi

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

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Rincewind could restrain him Twoflower ran around the edge of the pit to the box, which was being dragged across the floor while its lid snapped ineffectually at the tentacle that held it. The little man began to kick at the tentacle in fury. Another one snapped out of the melee around Hrun and caught him around the waist. Hrun himself ...the Eye filled the whole universe in front of him. Rincewind felt his will draining away like water from a sieve.was already an indistinct shape amid the tightening coils. Even as Rincewind stared in horor the Hero's sword was wrenched from his grasp and hurled against a wall."Your spell!" shouted Twoflower.Rincewind did not move. He was looking at the Thing rising out of the pit. It was an enormous eye, and it was staring directly at him. He whimpered as a tentacle fastened itself around his waist. The words of the spell rose unbidden in his throat. He opened his mouth as in a dream, shaping it around the first barbaric syllable. Another tentacle shot out like a whip and coiled around his throat, choking him. Staggering and gasping, Rincewind was dragged across the floor.One flailing arm caught Twoflower's picture box as it skittered past on its tripod. He snatched it up instinctively, as his ancestors might have snatched up a stone when faced with a marauding tiger. If only he could get enough room to swing it against the Eye...

Tamara de Lempicka Portrait of Ira

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

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important, the street was empty. Rincewind sniffed.
"Can you smell oil?" he said.
Then Withel stepped out of the shadows and tripped him up.

At the top of the cellar steps Broadman knelt down and fumbled in his tinderbox. It turned out to be damp.
"I'll kill that bloody cat," he muttered, and groped for the spare box that was normally on the ledge by the door. It was missing. Broadman said a bad word.
A lighted taper appeared in mid-air, right beside him.
HERE, TAKE THIS.
"dared, and drew from his belt the short sword he had taken from the guard a few Thanks," said Broadman.DON'T MENTION IT.Broadman went to throw the taper down the steps. His hand paused in mid-air. He looked at the taper, his brow furrowing. Then he turned around and held the taper up to illuminate the scene. It didn't shed much light, but it did give the darkness a shape..."Oh, no" he breathed.BUT YES, said Death. Rincewind rolled.For a moment he thought Withel was going to spit him where he lay. But it was worse than that. He was waiting for him to get up."I see you have a sword, wizard," he said quietly. "I suggest you rise, and we shall see how well you use it." Rincewind stood up as slowly as he hours and a hundred years ago. It was a short blunt affair

Rene Magritte The Great War

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

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waterfall at its vast circumference and domed by the baby-blue vault of Heaven.
Astropsychology has been, as yet, unable to establish what they think about.
The Great Turtle was a mere hypothesis until the day the small and secretive kingdom of Krull, whose rim-most mountains project out over the Rimfall, built a gantry and pulley arrangement at the tip of the most precipitous and more powerful gantry was constructed for a deep-space vessel. In the meantime they could only speculate about the revealed cosmos.
There was, for example, the theory that A'Tuin had come from nowhere and would continue at a uniform crawl, or steady gait, into nowhere, for all time. This theory was popular among academics. An alternative, favoured by those of a religious persuasion, was that A'Tuin was crawling from the Birthplcrag and lowered several observers over the Edge in a quartzwindowed brass vessel to peer through the mist veils.The early astrozoologists, hauled back from their long dangle by enormous teams of slaves, were able to bring back much information about the shape and nature of A'Tuin and the elephants but this did not resolve fundamental questions about the nature and purpose of the universe.[1]For example, what was Atuin's actual sex? This vital question, said the Astrozoologists with mounting authority, would not be answered until a larger ace

Albert Bierstadt The Last of the Buffalo

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

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Roger was following her example, and Billy Costa was leading the way, being sharper-eyed than most. Soon the snow was falling so thickly that they had to cling on to one another to keep from getting lost, and Lyra thought, perhaps if wedogs? That too was distant and hard to be sure of, blanketed by millions of snowflakes and blown this way and that by little puffing gusts of wind. It might have been the gyptians' sledge dogs, or it might have been wild spirits of the tundra, or even those freed daemons crying for their lost children.
She was seeing things....There weren't any lights in the snow, were there? They must be ghosts as well....Unless they'd come round in a circle, and were stumbling back into Bolvangar. all lie close and keep warm like that...Dig holes in the snow...She was hearing things. There was the snarl of an engine somewhere, not the heavy thump of a zeppelin but something higher like the drone of a hornet. It drifted in and out of hearing.And howling...Dogs? Sledge

Francisco de Goya The Parasol

2009-02-22T22:55:00.001-08:00

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distressing that was to the adult operators. If you remember, we had to discharge quite a number for reasons of stress-related anxiety. But the first big breakthrough was the use of anesthesia combined with the Maystadt anbaric titanium has the property of insulating body from daemon. By the way, what is happening with Lord Asriel?"
"Perhaps you haven't heard," said Mrs. Coulter. "Lord Asriel is under suspended sentence of death. One of the conditions of his exile in Svalbard was that he give up his philosophical work entirely. Unfortunately, he managed to obtain books and materials, and scalpel. We were able to reduce death from operative shock to below five percent.""And the new instrument?" said Mrs. Coulter.Lyra was trembling. The blood was pounding in her ears, and Pantalaimon was pressing his ermine form against her side, and whispering, "Hush, Lyra, they won't do it-we won't let them do it-""Yes, it was a curious discovery by Lord Asriel himself that gave us the key to the new method. He discovered that an alloy of manganese and

John William Waterhouse The Enchanted Garden

2009-02-20T22:09:00.000-08:00

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Just a sort of toy," said Lyra. "It's mine."
"Yes, we won't take it away from you, dear," said Sister Clara, unfolding the black velvet. "That's pretty, isn't it, like a compass. Into the shower with you," she went on, putting the alethiometer down and whisking back a coal-silk curtain in the corner.
Lyra ."
That wasn't an answer, and whereas Lyra would have pointed that out and asked for more information, she didn't think Lizzie Brooks would; so she assented reluctantly slipped under the warm water and soaped herself while Pantalaimon perched on the curtain rail. They were both conscious that he mustn't be too lively, for the daemons of dull people were dull themselves. When she was washed and dry, the nurse took her temperature and looked into her eyes and ears and throat, and then measured her height and put her on some scales before a clipboard. Then she gave Lyra some pajamas and a dressing gown. They were clean, and of good quality, like Tony Makarios's anorak, but again there was a secondhand air about them. Lyra felt very uneasy."These en't mine," she said."No, dear. Your clothes need a good wash.""Am I going to get my own ones back?""I expect so. Yes, of course.""What is this place?""It's called the Experimental Station

Alphonse Maria Mucha The Judgement of Paris

2009-02-19T22:56:00.000-08:00

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Listen, you got to promise not to take vengeance. They done wrong taking it, but you just got to put up with that."
"All right. No vengeance afterwards. But no holding back as I take it, either. If they fight, they die."
"It's hidden in the cellar of the priest's house," she told him. "He thinks there's a spirit in it, and he's been a trying to conjure it out. But that's where it is."
He stood high out, because from her point of view it had vanished behind the rocky headland to the southwest.
He dropped to all fours.
"It's true," he said, with his face now in shadow like hers. "What's your name, child?"
"Lyra Belacqua."
"Then I owe you a debt, Lyra Belacqua," he said.
He turned and lurched away, padding so swiftly across the up on his hind legs and looked west, so that the last of the sun colored his face a creamy brilliant yellow white amid the gloom. She could feel the power of the great creature coming off him like waves of heat."I must work till sunset," he said. "I gave my word this morning to the master here. I still owe a few minutes' work.""The sun's set where I am," she pointed

Edward Hopper Railroad Crossing

2009-02-18T22:40:00.000-08:00

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all, against my inclinations. I'm troubled in my mind about it, but there don't seem to be any alternative. As soon as Jacob's buried according to custom, we'll take our way. You understand me, Lyra: you're a coming too, but it en't , of hiding in damp crabbed closets, of watching a dismal rain-soaked autumn landscape roll past the window, of hiding again, of sleeping near the gas fumes of the engine and waking with a sick headache, and worst of all, of never once being allowed out into the air to run along the bank or clamber over the deck or haul at the lock gates or catch a mooring rope thrown from the lockside.
Because, of course, she had to remain hidden. Tony Costa told her of the gossip an occasion for joy or jubilation. There's trouble and danger ahead for all of us."I'm a putting you under Farder Coram's wing. Don't you be a trouble or a hazard to him, or you'll be a feeling the force of my wrath. Now cut along and explain to Ma Costa, and hold yourself in readiness to leave." The next two weeks passed more busily than any time of Lyra's . Busily, but not quickly, for there were tedious stretches of waiting

Salvador Dali Corpus Hypercubus

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

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By the end of the fourth repetition of the story Lyra was perfectly convinced she did remember it, and even volunteered details of the color of Mr. Coulter's coat and the cloaks and furs hanging in the closet. Ma Costa laughed.point at them, and found that if she held the alethiometer just so in her palms and gazed at it in a particular lazy way, as she thought of it, the long needle
would begin to move more purposefully. Instead of its wayward divagations around the dial it swung smoothly from one picture to another. Sometimes it would pause at three, sometimes two, sometimes five or more, and although she understood nothing of it, And whenever she was alone, Lyra took out the alethiome-ter and pored over it like a lover with a picture of the beloved. So each image had several meanings, did it? Why shouldn't she work them out? Wasn't she Lord Asriel's daughter?Remembering what Farder Coram had said, she tried to focus her mind on three symbols taken at random, and clicked the hands round to

Paul Gauguin Still Life with Three Puppies

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

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act decisively. Do too much rather than too little. Delays in financial packages have cost a lot already. Further rounds of debate will stoke uncertainty and make things worse.
Second, undo the effects of uncertainty on the portfolio side, and help recycle the funds towards risky assets. The standardthemselves. To caricature: if the world loves American Treasury bills but the funds would be more useful elsewhere, then the government should issue the bills, and use the proceeds to channel the funds where they are needed. It should buy some of the riskier assets, and return some of these funds back to emerging-market countries to offset capital outflows. This is indeed close to what America’s Federal Reserve is now doing with quantitative easing at Home and swap lines to foreign central banks. The only difference is that the Fed issues advice here is to return the private financial sector to health through recapitalisation. That is absolutely right, but easier said than done. And, while damage is slowly repaired, it makes sense for states to recycle part of the funds

James Jacques Joseph Tissot Too Early

2009-02-15T19:39:00.000-08:00

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terrible. She mustn't know that, of course, but there's no reason for her not to know about the problem of Dust. And you might be wrong, Charles; she might well take an interest in it, if it were explained in a simple way. And it might help her later on. It would certainly help me to be less anxious about her."Jordan College was the grandest and richest of all the colleges in Oxford. It was probably the largest, too, though no one knew for certain. The buildings, which were grouped around three irregular quadrangles, dated from every period from the early Middle Ages to the mid-eighteenth century. It had never been planned; it had grown piecemeal, with past and present overlapping at every spot, and the final effect was one of jumbled and squalid grandeur. Some part was always about to fall down, and for five generations the same family, the Parslows, had been employed full time and scaffolders. The present Mr. Parslow was teaching his son the craft; the two of them and their three workmen would scramble like industrious termites over the scaffolding they'd erected at the corner of the library, or over the roof of the chapel
"That's the duty of the old," said the Librarian, "to be anxious on behalf of the young. And the duty of the young is to scorn the anxiety of the old."
They sat for a while longer, and then parted, for it was late, and they were old and anxious.

Tamara de Lempicka Portrait of Ira

2009-02-12T23:47:00.000-08:00

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Russian," he said. "They're gonna come up all together and at a run. That would be hardest for us, so they'll do that."
"Aim straight," she said.
"I will. And then the fight began. Within a minute the crack of rifles, the whine of ricocheting bullets, the smash of pulverizing rock echoed and rang the length of the mountainside and along the hollow gulch behind. The smell of cordite, and the burning smell that came from the powdered But hell, I don't like taking lives, Hester.""Ours or theirs.""No, it's more than that," he said. "It's theirs or Lyra's. I cain't see how, but we're connected to that child, and I'm glad of it.""There's a man on the left about to shoot," said Hester, and as she spoke, a crack came from his rifle, and chips of stone flew off the boulder a foot from where she crouched. The bullet whined off into the gulch, but she didn't move a muscle."Well, that makes me feel better about doing this," said Lee, and took careful aim.He fired. There was only a small patch of blue to aim at, but he hit it. With a surprised cry the man fell back and died.

Claude Monet The Road Bridge at Argenteuil

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

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a swift-rushing swirl of black silk, pale limbs, green pine needles, gray-brown scabby leather. How the witches could keep their balance in the sudden turns and halts and forward darts, let alone aim and shoot, was beyond Will's a responding thrill in the nerves of anyone close by.
Then the witch turned to Will, and he felt the same tingle of intensity, but like Lyra he controlled his expression. He still had the knife in his hand, and she saw what he'd done with itunderstanding.Another cliff-ghast and then a third fell in the stream or on the rocks nearby, stark dead; and then the rest fled, skirling and cluttering into the dark toward the north.A few moments later Serafina Pekkala landed with her own witches and with another: a beautiful witch, fierce-eyed and black-haired, whose cheeks were flushed with anger and excitement.The new witch saw the headless cliff-ghast and spat."Not from our world," she said, "nor from this. Filthy abominations. There are thousands of them, breeding like flies… Who is this? Is this the child Lyra? And who is the boy?"Lyra returned her gaze stolidly, though she felt a quickening of her heart, for Ruta Skadi lived so brilliantly in her nerves that she set up

Edward Hopper Sunday

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

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carefully estimated the distance, closed that window, stepped forward four paces, and held up the knife again. If he was right, he'd be in exactly the right spot to reach through, cut through the glass in the cabinet, take out the alethiometer and close the window behind him.
He cut a window at of the wrong one? But on the top shelf was that bulky instrument with the brass rings: he'd made a point of noticing that. And on the shelf in the middle, where Sir Charles had placed the alethiometer, there was a space. This was the right cabinet, and the alethiometer wasn't there.
Will stepped back a moment and took a deep breath.
He'd have to go through properly and look around. Opening windows here and there at random would take all night. He closed the window in front of the cabinet, opened the right height. The glass of the cabinet door was only a handsbreadth in front of it. He put his face close, looking intently at this shelf and that, from top to bottom.The alethiometer wasn't there.At first Will thought he'd got the wrong cabinet. There were four of them in the room. He'd counted that morning, and memorized where they were—tall square cases made of dark wood, with glass sides and fronts and velvet-covered shelves, made for displaying valuable objects of porcelain or ivory or gold. Could he have simply opened a window in front

Thomas Kinkade Pools of Serenity

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

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and I bet he's got a whole lot bigger house than we have. And probably a safe, too. So even if we did get into his house, we'd never find it in time before the police came."
She hung her head. It was all true.
"What we going to do then?" she said.
He didn't answer. But it was we, for certain. He was bound to her now, whether he liked it or not.
He walked to the are. That'll be a start."
Without another word he went inside and put the letters under the pillow in the room he'd slept in. Then, if he were caught, they'd never have them.
Lyra was waiting on the terrace, with Pantalaimon perched on her shoulder as a sparrow. She was looking more cheerful.water's edge, and back to the terrace, and back to the water again. He beat his hands together, looking for an answer, but no answer came, and he shook his head angrily."Just… go there," he said. "Just go there and see him. It's no good asking your scholar to help us, either, not if the police have been to her. She's bound to believe them rather than us. At least if we get into his house, we'll see where the main rooms

Leroy Neiman Gaylord Perry

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

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it's in Hampshire. My class is doing a sort of residential field trip. Kind of environmental study research skills."
"Oh, I see. What was it you wanted?… Archaeology?… Here we are."
Will copied down the address and phone number, and since it was safe to admit he didn't know Oxford, asked where to find it. It wasn't far away. He thanked the librarian and set off.

Inside the building Lyra found a wide desk at the foot of the stairs, with a porter behind it.
"Where back to his newspaper.
The alethiometer didn't tell Lyra people's names, of course. She had read the name Dr. Lister off a pigeonhole on the wall behind him, because if you pretend you know someone, they're more likely to let you in. In some ways Lyra knew Will's world better than he did.are you . She felt Pan, in her pocket, enjoying it."I got a message for someone on the second floor," she said."Who?""Dr. Lister," she said."Dr. Lister's on the third floor. If you've got something for him, you can leave it here and I'll let him know.""Yeah, but this is something he needs right now. He just sent for it. It's not a thing actually, it's something I need to tell him."He looked at her carefully, but he was no match for the bland and vacuous docility Lyra could command when she wanted to; and finally he nodded and went

Leroy Neiman Touchdown

2009-02-03T23:54:00.001-08:00

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anything else he'd seen so far. Lyra laughed at his astonishment.
"He—but he spoke! Do all daemons talk?" Will said.
"'Course they do!" said Lyra. "Did you think he was just a pet?"
Will rubbed his hair and blinked. Then he shook his head. "No," he said, addressing Pantalaimon. "You're right, I think. They don't know "Because you can't go and talk to people in my world looking like that; they wouldn't let you near them. You got to look as if you fit in. You got to go about camouflaged. I know, see. I've been doing it for years. You better listen to me or you'll get caught, and if they finabout it.""So we better be careful how we go through," Pantalaimon said.It was strange for only a moment, talking to a mouse. Then it was no more strange than talking into a telephone, because he was really talking to Lyra. But the mouse was separate; there was something of Lyra in his expression, but something else too. It was too hard to work out, when there were so many strange things happening at once. Will tried to bring his thoughts together."You got to find some other clothes first," he said to Lyra, "before you go into my Oxford.""Why?" she said stubbornly.d

Paul Cezanne Vase with Flowers

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

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thought was that if you, maybe just once a year, if we could come here at the same time, just for an hour or something, then we could pretend we were close again, because we would be close, if you sat here and I sat just here in my world...”
"Yes," he said, "was whispering shakily, "if we meet someone that we like, and if we marry them, then we must be good to them, and not make comparisons all the time and wish we were married to each other instead...But just keep up this coming here once a year, just for an hour, just to be together..."
They held each other tightly. Minutes passed; a waterbird on the river beside them stirred and called; the occasional car moved over Magdalen Bridge.
Finally they drew apart.
"Well," said Lyra softly.as long as I live, I'll come back. Wherever I am in the world, I'll come back here...”"On Midsummer Day," she said. "At midday. As long as I live. As long as I live..."He found himself unable to see, but he let the hot tears flow and just held her close."And if we, later on, " she

Henri Rousseau The Snake Charmer

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

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Mary couldn't sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, something made her sway and lurch as if she were at the brink of a precipice, and she snapped awake, tense with fear.
This happened three, four, five times, until she realized that sleep was not going to come; so she got up and dressed quietly, , Mary thought, like the migration of some herd of unimaginable beasts. But animals migrated for a purpose; when you saw herds of reindeer moving across the tundra, or wildebeest crossing the savanna, you knew they were going where the food was, or to places where it was good to mate and bear offspring. Their movement had a meaning. These clouds were moving as the result of pure chance, the effect of utterly random events at the level and stepped out of the house and away from the tree with its tentlike branches under which Will and Lyra were sleeping.The moon was bright and high in the sky. There was a lively wind, and the great landscape was mottled with cloud-shadows, moving

Edgar Degas Dancers in Blue

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

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aeronaut, and her hand reached forward of its own accord, in vain.
"Me too, honey. But listen to me, they're working some trouble out there, and it's aimed at you, don't ask me how. Is this the boy with the knife?"
Will had been looking at him, eager to see this old companion of Lyra's; but now his eyes went right past Lee to look at the ghost beside him. Lyra asking why. Lyra, her eyes wide with alarm, held up the dragonfly with one hand and felt her hair with the other.
"No," said Will, "take your hand away, I can't see."
And in the faint gleam, he could see it: just above her left temple, there was a little patch of hair that was shorter than the rest.
"Who did that?" said Lyra. "And...”saw at once who it was, and marveled at this grown-up vision of Will, the same jutting jaw, the same way of holding his head.Will was speechless, but his father said:"Listen, there's no time to talk about this, just do exactly as I say. Take the knife now and find a place where a lock has been cut from Lyra's hair."His tone was urgent, and Will didn't waste time

John William Godward Dolce far niente

2009-01-18T21:36:00.001-08:00

John William Godward Dolce far nienteRembrandt Belshazzar's FeastRaphael La Belle Jardiniere
deeper and far worse than the pain of losing his fingers. But it was mental, too: something secret and private was being dragged into the open, where it had no wish to be, and Will was nearly overcome by a mixture of pain and shame and poisoned and desolate shore. The thought came to Will and Lyra at the same moment, and they exchanged a tear-filled glance. And for the second time in their lives, hut not the last, each of them saw their own expression on the other's face.
Only the boatman and the dragonflies seemed indifferent to the journey they were fear and self-reproach, because he himself had caused it.And it was worse than that. It was as if he'd said, "No, don't kill me, I'm frightened; kill my mother instead; she doesn't matter, I don't love her," and as if she'd heard him say it, and pretended she hadn't so as to spare his feelings, and offered herself in his place anyway because of her love for him. He felt as bad as that. There was nothing worse to feel.So Will knew that all those things were part of having a daemon, and that whatever his daemon was, she, too, was left behind, with Pantalaimon, on that

Jack Vettriano Big Bert's Favourite Girl

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

Jack Vettriano Big Bert's Favourite GirlJack Vettriano Between Darkness and DawnJack Vettriano Betrayal No Turning Back 2001
source of light. She was tall, naked, winged, and her lined face was older than that of any living creature Mrs. Coulter had ever seen.
"Are you one of the rapid strides along the wind-beaten battlements toward a mighty staircase going down so deep that even the flaring lights on sconces down the walls could not disclose the bottom. Past them swooped the blue hawk, gliding down and down into the gloom, with each flaring light making his feathers flicker as he passed it, until he was merely a tiny spark, and then nothing.
The angel had moved on to Lord Asriel's side, and Mrs. Coulter found herself descending next to the African king.angels who rebelled so long ago?""Yes. And since then I have been wandering between many worlds. Now I have pledged my allegiance to Lord Asriel, because I see in his great enterprise the best hope of destroying the tyranny at last.""But if you fail?""Then we shall all be destroyed, and cruelty will reign forever."As they spoke, they followed Lord Asriel's

Edward Hopper Soir Bleu

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

Edward Hopper Soir BleuEdward Hopper Cape Cod MorningAmedeo Modigliani the Reclining Nude
Their kind would have regarded the comparison as a mortal insult, but they were able to conceal themselves at least as well as rats. From their hiding place, the Gallivespians could overhear a good deal, and they kept in hourly touch with Lord Roke, who was aboard King Ogunwe's gyropter.Yeah," said the red-haired girl, in the of the deserted casino. "We seen her, me and Paolo both seen her. She come through here days ago."
Father Gomez said, "And do you remember what she looked like?"
"She look hot," said the little boy. "Sweaty in the face, all right."
"How old did she seem to be?"
"About..." said the girl, considering, "I suppose maybe forty or fifty. We didn't see her close. She
But there was one thing they couldn't learn any more about on the zeppelin, because the President never spoke of it: and that was the matter of the assassin, Father Gomez, who had been absolved already of the sin he was going to commit if the Consistorial Court failed in their mission. Father Gomez was somewhere else, and no one was tracking him at all.

Edward Hopper Lighthouse Hill

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

Edward Hopper Lighthouse HillEdward Hopper Hotel RoomEdward Hopper Hotel Lobby
Now the sun was setting, he thought he could see his strange companion. The outline of a man seemed to quiver in the light, and the air was thicker inside it.
"Balthamos?" he said. "I want to find a stream. Is there one nearby ?"
"There is a spring halfway down the slope," said the angel, "just above those trees."
"Thank you," said Will. The window, he saw when he reached it, opened onto a dim, tundra-like landscape that was flatter than the mountains in the Cittagazze world, and colder, with an overcast sky. He went through, and Balthamos followed him at once.
"Which world is this?" Will said.
"The girl's own world. This is where they came through. Baruch has gone ahead to follow them.".He found the spring and drank deeply, filling his canteen. But before he could go on down to the little wood, there came an exclamation from Balthamos, and Will turned to see his outline dart across the slope toward, what? The angel was visible only as a flicker of movement, and Will could see him better when he didn't look at him directly; but he seemed to pause, and listen, and then launch himself into the air to skim back swiftly to Will."Here!" he said, and his voice was free of disapproval and sarcasm for once. "Baruch came this way! And there is one of those windows, almost invisible. Come, come. Come now."Will followed eagerly, his weariness forgotten

Thomas Kinkade Spirit of Christmas

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

Thomas Kinkade Spirit of ChristmasThomas Kinkade Serenity CoveThomas Kinkade San Francisco A View Down California Street From Nob Hill
a world in which humans are, as my favorite song writer Jack Johnson states, “clever but clueless” the ‘reality’ is nobody can truly say what a universal principle or law is; be it love, success, personal development, and change. Sigmund Freud, “Analysis Terminable and Interminable”

So, are we dealing with what Freud suggests here - ‘change and development’? It appears as though we are since personal development is both change and development. However, keep in mind, this is coming from me, a guy who authored, “The 3 C’s of Succcess”. Admittedly, I will say “The 3 C’s” is a theory, a or, you name it. That is, with any absolute certainty (post). And, don’t take my word for it- strangely enough, I just ran across this gem in “Mindlessness” By Ellen J. Langer. ” We know that the first step towards the intellectual mastery of the world in which we live is the discovery of general principles, rules and laws which being order to chaos. By such mental operations we simplify the world of phenomena, but we cannot avoid falsifying it in doing so, especially when we are dealing with the processes of development

Jack Vettriano The Opening Gambit

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

Jack Vettriano The Opening GambitJack Vettriano The Model and the DrifterJack Vettriano The Missing Man
weight gain. The increased awareness and knowledge allows for targeted problem-solving to improve these troublesome situations. As O'Neil says, "Sometimes a little Monday-morning quarterbacking makes for a better score the next weekend."
Madelyn Fernstrom of the that the power of food diaries lies in their flexibility, allowing them to be tailored for accountability for different -- from calorie counting to diet quality to overall assessment of eating habits.
But when it comes to a comprehensive weight strategy, they may not be enough. Stevens suggests that in addition to using a food diary, some dieters may benefit further from joining an organized weight-loss program that provides University of Pittsburgh Weight Center agrees, adding that food diaries help in "transferring that written record into a permanent mental database."When Diaries Alone Are Not EnoughStudy author Dr. Victor Stevens says

Thomas Kinkade Autumn Snow

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

Thomas Kinkade Autumn SnowEdward Hopper The Lighthouse at Two LightsEdward Hopper Tables for Ladies
Every so often, you need a position where your man can just sit back andenjoy the ride -- and the view. This is probably the best position for justthat.Here's What You Need:Just the two of you.Here's How You Do It:Get your man naked. You, too.Place a couple of pillows against the headboard and have your man sitwith his back propped up against them, legs extended (he should becomfortable and look as if he were reading in bed).Straddle his lap, facing him, and lower yourself onto his erect penis.Once he's all the way inside you, put your arms behind you. Your handsshould be on the bed, about where his knees are, supporting you.Now lift your legs up one at a time and place your sink. The stem should be hanging over thesink.Using the knife, cut a hole in the balloon at the stem and let the waterdrain into the sink. As the balloon shrinks, you'll be able to peel it awayfrom the chocolate shell. When it's completely drained, throw theballoon away.Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back.forget.PAGEfeet on the headboardjust over his shoulders.Bracing yourself with your hands, move up and down on your man'spenis. This is a position he will never poured over ice cream. It won't be the only thing hard tonight.Here's What You Need:One bottle of "hard shell" chocolate ice cream topping.One teaspoon of butter or margarine.One oblong-shaped balloon or unlubricated condom.One knife.Here's How You Do It:About an hour before the two of you are going to make love, fill theballoon with cold water and tie off the stem. Place it in the freezer andleave it there for the entire hour.Take the balloon out of the freezer and rub a little butter or margarine onit. Holding it by the stem over a sink, squeeze the "hard shell" chocolatetopping over the balloon, completely coating it.Wait about thirty seconds for the topping to harden, then lay the balloonon its side on the edge of the

Andy Warhol Page from Lips Book

2009-01-07T23:28:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Page from Lips BookAndy Warhol OxidationAndy Warhol One Blue Pussy
proportionately greater, she may become more assertive.
Dare to our relationship just got deeper." Says Zussman, "It's a time for new ideas, or a new look at old ideas."She recalls one 40-ish couple seeking to put more zest into their relationship. "Do you ever shower together?" Zussman asked. The two looked at each other. "We used to," the wife said sheepishly. "Try it again," the therapist suggested. They did -- and it worked. "Intercourse isn't everything," Zussman says. "It's like the old travel slogan: getting there is half the fun."experiment. As partners become older, more experienced and more trusting of each other, they may become less inhibited in their views of what constitutes satisfying sex. "When we were first married, I couldn't have imagined myself saying 'Touch me there,'" one woman says. "The scenario has changed now, but it's not that we're all that different. It's that

Andy Warhol Superman

2009-01-07T00:30:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol SupermanAndy Warhol SunsetAndy Warhol So Slow
you cannot remember what happened in the past you will repeat those same errors in the future. Every great statesman has been a student of history. Every great investor has studied the history of the stock market to try to determine what the future will bring. Cycles continue to repeat and repeat because people forget the past. Those who are year up cycle in 2000? Now the market is completing a one year advance within that cycle and may be getting ready to head down again. How is your spotless mind doing? Have you forgotten your lesson from 2000? Are you willing to make that same mistake again?smart enough do not fall into the repetitive trap and instead take advantage of it.One of the most predictable is the long cycle of the stock market. It usually runs about 16 to 18 years. There is the up cycle which is invariably followed by a down cycle of equal length. Within each long cycle are several short cycles of 6 month to 2 years with a resumption of the downward move until the cycle is completed.Do you realize we just completed an 18

Jack Vettriano Midnight Blue

2009-01-05T22:59:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano Midnight BlueJack Vettriano Man PursuedJack Vettriano Mad Dogs
pressed upon his eyelids, could not help admiring the hall with its violet columns and the gallery with its red rays. And the violet of the columns was such a dark violet and the red of the rays such a pale red that it was hardly possible to see either of them. WHEN the Children were not going on an expedition, they played about in the Realms of Light; and this was a great treat for them, for country around the temple were as wonderful as the halls and galleries of silver and gold.
The leaves of some of the plants were so broad and strong that they were able to lie down on them; and, when a breath of wind stirred the leaves, the Children swung as in a hammock. It was always summer there and never a moment was darkened by the night; but the hours were known by their different colours; there were pink, white, blue, lilac, green and yellow hours; and, according to their hues, the flowers, the fruits, the birds, the butterflies and the scents changed, causing Tyltyl and Mytyl a perpetual surprise. They had all the toys that they could wish for. When they were tired of playing, they stretched
At last, they arrived at the room of smooth, unflecked Black Light, which men call Darkness because their eyes are not yet able to make it out. And here the Children fell asleep without delay on two soft beds of clouds.

Andy Warhol Cow Pink on Yellow painting

2009-01-05T00:18:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Cow Pink on Yellow painting
Andy Warhol Pink Cow painting
Andy Warhol Ingrid with Hat painting
begged her pardon, as nicely as he could; and very gently asked her leave to look for the Blue Bird in her palace.
"I have never seen him, he is not here!" exclaimed Night, flapping her great wings to frighten the boy.
But, when he insisted, pale and resolute, was trying to open the door, while Night's grave voice, rising above the din, proclaimed the first danger. "It's the Ghosts!"
"Oh, dear!" thought Tyltyl. "I have never seen a ghost: it must be awful!"
The faithful Tylô, by his side, was panting with all his might, for dogs hate anything uncanny. and gave no sign of fear, she herself began to dread the diamond, which, by lighting up her darkness, would completely destroy her power; and she thought it better to pretend to yield to an impulse of generosity and at once to point to the big key that lay on the steps of the throne. Without a moment's hesitation, Tyltyl seized hold of it and ran to the first door of the hall. Everybody shook with fright. Bread's teeth chattered in his head; Sugar, who was standing some way off, moaned with mortal anguish; Mytyl howled: "Where is Sugar?... I want , Tyltyl

guan Before playact

2009-01-02T22:23:00.000-08:00

guan Before playactguan Before Exerciseguan Beautiful lifeDa Vinci the picture of last supper
surprises, such as coins or small trinkets, baked on the inside that bring good luck to the person who finds them. Mexican and Greek New Year’s traditions both involve ring-shaped cakes with goodies hidden inside.Since most New Year’s revelries revolve around consuming lots of delicious food and drink, it makes sense to include dishes that are thought to bring good luck, especially when they are as mouth-watering as ollie bollen or hot lentil soup. These tasty good luck charms are definitely finding a way to my table come New Year’s Eve … although I think I may take a chance and leave the hog jowls off the menu. There’s only so much prosperity my stomach can handle.Sometimes false is easy to spot. Statements like “Lose 20 pounds in 5 days” or “Make $1 million a month while sitting at seem to choke on their own incredulity, but sometimes marketers employ a little more finesse to bamboozle you. Here are six examples of shamelessly false campaigns that weren’t just implicitly misleading—they were blatant lies.

Jack Vettriano Tuesday's child

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

Jack Vettriano Tuesday's childJack Vettriano Traffic Light MomentJack Vettriano the_Tourist_trap
watched for a moment in silence, but Zaphod was fidgety with excitement. "We are now traversing the night side ..." he said in a hushed voice. The planet rolled on. "The surface of the planet is now three hundred miles beneath us ..." he continued. He was trying to restore a sense of occasion to what he felt should have been a great moment. Magrathea! He was piqued by Ford's sceptical reaction. Magrathea! "In a few seconds," he continued, "we should see ... there!" The moment carried itself. Even the most seasoned star tramp can't help but shiver at the spectacular drama of a sunrise seen from space, but a binary sunrise is one of the marvels of the Galaxy. Out of the utter blackness stabbed a sudden point of blinding light. It crept up by slight degrees and spread sideways in a thin crescent blade, and within seconds two suns were visible, furnaces of light, searing the black edge of the horizon with white fire. Fierce shafts of colour streaked through the thin atmosphere beneath them. "The fires of dawn ... !" breathed Zaphod. "The twin suns of Soulianis and Rahm ... !" "Or whatever," said Ford quietly floated through the bridge: Marvin was humming ironically because he hated humans so much.

Hughes Lucy Hill

2008-12-28T23:46:00.000-08:00

Hughes Lucy HillHughes The Heavenly StairHughes The Lady of ShalottBierstadt Bahama Cove
Some think infinitesimal particles called gravitons exude the force in all matter, but whether or not they could ever be detected is questionable.
Still, a massive hunt is on for major shake-ups in the universe called gravitational waves. If detected (perhaps from a merger of black holes), Albert Einstein's concept that the universe has a "fabric" of spacetime would be on solid ground.
Caption: Artist depiction of gravity waves around merging black holes. Credit: NASA
and energy abound in the universe, but only in a few places is the roll of the cosmic dice perfect enough to
The basic ingredients and conditions necessary for this strange phenomenon are better understood than ever before, thanks to abundant access to on Earth.
But the exact recipe -- or to go from the basic elements of carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus and sulfur to an organism is a prevailing mystery.
Scientists seek out new areas in the solar system where life could have thrived (or still may, such as below the surface of watery moons), in hopes of arriving at a .
Caption: E. coli bacteria. Credit: NIH

Gockel A Light Repast II

2008-12-23T01:02:00.000-08:00

Gockel A Light Repast IIGockel 3 Yellow TulipsKandinsky Composition LXKandinsky On Points
Hazard had to bend close to puzzle meaning from the words: “Laputa ... killed my wife ... daughter.”“Rachel? Emily?” Hazard asked.Dalton hand tightened slightly on his rescuer’s, and from somewhere his desiccated body found the moisture to flood his eyes with tears.As moved as he was nauseated, Hazard examined the dangling infusion bag, the drip line, the cannula inserted in Dalton’s vein. He wanted to strip all this away, for surely none of it was doing the man good. But he was afraid of inadvertently harming Dalton. This had best be left to the paramedics.[552] Originally, Hazard had entered the house with the intention of conducting an illegal and clandestine search, after which he would have closed up and gone away to ponder squeezed his eyes shut lower lip, and nodded shakily.“I don’t know what he told you, but they’re not dead,” Hazard assured him.Dalton’s eyes opened as snap-quick as camera shutters.“I saw them only today, at continued. “Only a few hours ago. They’re sick with worry about you, but they’ve not been harmed.”For a moment the prisoner appeared reluctant to believe this news, as though convinced that it must be yet another cruelty with which he would be tormented. Then he discerned truth in Hazard’s forthright stare. His bony

Blum Four Potted Orchids

2008-12-21T21:51:00.000-08:00

Blum Four Potted OrchidsBlum Floral Sentiments IVBlum Floral Sentiments IIIBlum Floral Sentiments II
I tried to explain Maxwell, they couldn’t believe in him—a husband so reliable. They were sure he would turn up in time, with bloodshot eyes, a sheepish look, and a venereal disease.”Eventually, when Maxwell Dalton had been gone long enough for even contemporary authorities to consider the length of his absence unusual, the police had allowed the “I’m sure you’ve been asked already, but did your husband have any enemies?”“He’s a good man,” Rachel said, as he expected she would. Then she added what he had not expected, “And like all good people in a dark world, of course he has enemies.”“Who?”“A gang of thugs at that sewer they call a university. Oh, I shouldn’t be so harsh. Many good people work there. Unfortunately, the English Department is in the hands of scoundrels and lunatics.”“You think someone in the department might ...”official filing of a missing-persons report. This had led to little or no activity in search of the man, which had frustrated Rachel, for she had wrongly assumed that a missing-persons case triggered an investigation only a degree less vigorous than a homicide.“Not when it’s an adult,” Hazard said, “and not when there are no indications of violence. If they had found his abandoned car ...”His car had not been found, however, nor his discarded wallet stripped of cash, nor any item that might have indicated foul play. He had vanished with no more trace than any ship that had sailed into but not out of the Bermuda Triangle.Hazard said,

Gustav Klimt Danae (detail) painting

2008-12-18T00:44:00.000-08:00

Gustav Klimt Danae (detail) paintingSalvador Dali The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali The Crucifixion painting
This is still the dream,” Ethan suggested.“I told you, I wake up, there’s someone in the room with me,” Hazard reminded him. “I didn’t get a good look at him, his back to me, just a glimpse in the mirror, but I think it was Dunny Whistler. I had to be connected somehow to the contents of the six black boxes and the threat against Manheim.open the closet door. He’s not in there. Where is he—in the damn mirror!”“Sometimes in a dream,” Ethan said, “you wake up, but the waking up is just part of the nightmare, and you’re really still dreaming.”“I search the apartment. Don’t find anybody. Back in the bedroom what I do find are these.”Ethan heard the sweet silvery ringing of small bells.He looked away from the concrete wall.Hazard held up an array of three concentrically strung bells like those that had hung in the ambulance.Their eyes met.Ethan knew that Hazard had instantly read not the nature of his secrets but certainly the fact that he had secrets.The astonishing things that had happened to Ethan in less than [378] thirty hours, and now also to Hazard, plus the inexplicable case of dead Dunny walking and possibly orchestrating the murder of Reynerd: All this

Claude Monet Weeping Willow painting

2008-12-16T22:14:00.000-08:00

Claude Monet Weeping Willow paintingRene Magritte The Son of Man paintingMarc Chagall I and the Village painting
he realized that the eyes in his reflection were not the green that he’d grown up with, the green that he had inherited from Nominal Mom. These eyes were gray, a luminous satiny gray, with only flecks of green.They were the eyes of the mirror man.The instant that Fric recognized this terrifying difference in his reflection, a third floor, he quaked as he passed closed doors that might be flung open by any monster the mind could imagine. He cringed from the sight of age-clouded antique mirrors above old-as-dirt consoles.Repeatedly, he looked back, looked up, in fearful expectation. Surely Moloch would be floating toward him, an unlikely reached the main stairs without being harmed or pursued, but he was man’s two hands came from the mirror, seized him by the wrist, and passed something to him. Then the man’s hands closed over his hand and compressed it into a fist, crumpling the bestowed object before shoving him away.In terror, Fric threw down whatever had been given to him, shuddering at the simultaneously slick and crackled texture of it.He sprinted along the end aisle, to the attic stairs, around and down the spiral staircase, feet slamming with such panic-powered force that behind him the metal treads thrummed like drumskins quivering with the memory of thunder.From east hall to north, along the lonely

Bartolome Esteban Murillo Annunciation painting

2008-12-12T00:27:00.000-08:00

Bartolome Esteban Murillo Annunciation paintingGuan zeju Reflecting paintingWilliam Bouguereau The Song of the Angels painting
perfumed air as still as that in a sealed jar.They spoke less in conspiratorial whispers than in the hushed voices of men humbled by awesome experience.“So I told the OIS team I went to see Reynerd to ask about his friend Jerry Nemo, who happens to be a my mug will be on the front pages under the nine-letter headline.”Ethan knew what the nine-letter headline would be—KILLER COP—because they had talked about the power of anti-cop prejudice over the years. When a dirty politician and the sensation-hungry press discovered a shared agenda in any case, truth was stretched tighter than the skin of any Hollywood dowager with four face-lifts, and the blindfold over Lady Justice’s suspect in the murder of this coke peddler name of Carter Cook.”“They believe you?” Ethan asked.“They seem like they want to. But suppose tomorrow I get a lab report that superglues Blonde in the Pond to that city councilman I told you about.”“That girl dumped in the sewage plant.”“Yeah. So the bastard councilman will start looking for a way to [236] get at me. If any guys on the OIS team can be bought or blackmailed, they’ll turn that hit man with the coke-spoon earring into a crippled choirboy who got shot in the back, and

Berthe Morisot The Harbor at Lorient painting

2008-12-10T21:39:00.001-08:00

Berthe Morisot The Harbor at Lorient paintingBerthe Morisot The Butterfly Chase paintingPeter Paul Rubens Cimon and Pero paintingPeter Paul Rubens The Straw Hat painting
Having exotic knowledge rare in other people made Fric feel like a wizard. Or at least like a wizard’s apprentice.Aside from Mr. Jurgens, who came to the estate two days every month to clean and maintain the large collection of contemporary and antique electric trains, only Fric knew everything about the train room and its operation.The trains belonged to that world-renowned movie star, Channing Manheim, who also Neither did Fric. He’d been meaning to look it up ever since he’d learned about Tuvalu.The train room was in the higher of two basements, adjacent to the upper garage. It measured sixty-eight feet by forty-four feet, which amounted to more] The lack of windows ensured that the real world could not intrude. The railroad fantasy happened to be his father. In the private world of Fric, the movie star had long been known as Ghost Dad because he was usually only here in spirit.Ghost Dad knew very little about the train room. He had spent enough money on the collection to purchase the entire nation of Tuvalu, but he rarely played here.Most people had never heard of the nation of Tuvalu. On nine islands in the South Pacific Ocean, with a population of just ten thousand, its major exports were copra and coconuts.Most people had no idea what copra might be.

Unknown Artist heda Still Life painting

2008-12-07T22:27:00.000-08:00

Unknown Artist heda Still Life paintingJohn William Waterhouse The Siren paintingJohn William Waterhouse The Lady Clare paintingJohn William Waterhouse The Awakening of Adonis painting
The blade that is drawn from this sheath shall not be stained or broken even in defeat,' she said. `But is there aught else that you desire of me at our parting? For darkness will flow between us, and it may be that we shall not meet again, unless it be far hence upon a road that has no returning.'And Aragorn answered: 'Lady, you hour take the name that was foretold for you, Elessar, the Elfstone of the house of Elendil! 'Then Aragorn took the stone and pinned the brooch upon his breast, and those who saw him wondered; for they had not marked before how tall and kingly he stood, and it seemed to them that many years of toil had fallen from his shoulders. `For the gifts that you have given me I thank you,' he said, 'O Lady of Lórien of whom were sprung Celebrían and Arwen Evenstar. What praise could I say more? 'know all my desire, and long held in keeping the only treasure that I seek. Yet it is not yours to give me, even if you would; and only through darkness shall I come to it.'`Yet maybe this will lighten your heart,' said Galadriel; `for it was left in my care to be given to you, should you pass through this land.' Then she lifted from her lap a great stone of a clear green, set in a silver brooch that was wrought in the likeness of an eagle with outspread wings; and as she held it up the gem flashed like the sun shining through the leaves of spring. `This stone I gave to Celebrían my daughter, and she to hers; and now it comes to you as a token of hope. In this

Brent Heighton After Hours painting

2008-12-04T23:52:00.000-08:00

Brent Heighton After Hours paintingClaude Monet Weeping Willow painting
treasuries down in the deep places: they are drowned in water--or in a shadow of fear.'`Then what do the dwarves want to come back for? ' asked Sam.'For mithril,' answered Gandalf. `The wealth of Moria was not in gold and jewels, the toys of the Dwarves; nor in iron, their servant. Such things they found here, it is true, especially iron; but they did not
Rene Magritte The Son of Man paintingMarc Chagall I and the Village painting
shining spears were laid in hoard.
Unwearied then were Durin's folkBeneath the mountains woke:The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,And at the gates the trumpets rang.
The world is grey, the mountains old,The forge's fire is ashen-coldNo harp is wrung, no hammer falls:The darkness dwells in Durin's hallsThe shadow lies upon his tombIn Moria, in Khazad-dûm.But still the sunken stars appearIn dark and windless Mirrormere;There lies his crown in water deep,Till Durin wakes again from sleep.`I like that! ' said Sam. `I should like to learn it. In Moria, in Khazad-dûm! But it makes the darkness seem heavier, thinking of all those lamps. Are there piles of jewels and gold lying about here still? 'Gimli was silent. Having sung his song he would say no more.`Piles of jewels? ' said Gandalf. `No. The Orcs have often plundered Moria; there is nothing left in the upper halls. And since the dwarves fled, no one dares to seek the shafts and

Warren Kimble paintings

2008-12-03T22:45:00.000-08:00

Warren Kimble paintingsWilliam Merritt Chase paintings
simple men at night, if the Dúnedain were asleep, or were all gone into the grave?`And yet less thanks have we than you. Travellers scowl at us, and countrymen give us scornful names. "Strider" I am to one fat man who lives within a day's march of foes that would freeze his heart or lay his little town in ruin, if he were not guarded ceaselessly. Yet we would not have it otherwise. If simple folk are free from care and fear, simple they will be, and we must be secret to keep them so. That has been the task of my kindred, while the years have lengthened and the grass has grown.`But
William Bouguereau paintingsYue Minjun paintings
now the world is changing once again. A new hour comes. Isildur's Bane is found. Battle is at hand. The Sword shall be reforged. I will come to Minas Tirith.'`Isildur's Bane is found, you say,' said Boromir. `I have seen a bright ring in the Halfling's hand; but Isildur perished ere this age of the world began, they say. How do the Wise know that this ring is his? And how has it passed down the years, until it is brought hither by so strange a messenger?'`That shall be told,' said Elrond.But not yet, I beg, Master!' said Bilbo. `Already the Sun is climbing to noon, and I feel the need of something to strengthen me.'`I had not named you,' said Elrond smiling. `But I do so now. Come! Tell us your tale. And if you have not yet cast your story into verse, you may tell it in plain words. The briefer, the sooner shall you be refreshed.'

Pissarro Lavoir de Pontoise 1872

2008-12-03T00:00:00.000-08:00

Pissarro Lavoir de Pontoise 1872Pissarro La Varenne de St. HilairePissarro Hay Harvest at EragnyPissarro Entree du village de Voisins 1872
Frodo on his right sat a dwarf of important appearance, richly dressed. His beard, very long and forked, was white, nearly as white as the snow-white cloth of his garments. He wore a silver belt, and round his neck hung a chain of silver and diamonds. Frodo stopped eating to look at him.'Welcome and well met!' said the dwarf, turning towards him. Then he actually rose from his seat and bowed. `Glóin at your service,' he said, and what brings four hobbits on so long a journey. Nothing like it has happened since Bilbo came with us. But perhaps I should not inquire too closely, since Elrond and Gandalf do not seem disposed to talk of this?''I think we will not speak of it, at least not yet,' said Frodo politely.He guessed that even in Elrond's house the matter of the Ring was not one for bowed still lower.'Frodo Baggins at your service and your family's,' said Frodo correctly, rising in surprise and scattering his cushions. 'Am I right in guessing that you are the Glóin, one of the twelve companions of the great Thorin Oakenshield?'`Quite right,' answered the dwarf, gathering up the cushions and courteously assisting Frodo back into his seat. 'And I do not ask, for I have already been told that you are the kinsman and adopted heir of our friend Bilbo the renowned. Allow me to congratulate you on your recovery.'`Thank you very much,' said Frodo.'You have had some very strange adventures, I hear,' said Glóin. 'I wonder greatly

Volegov Tuesdays Stroll

2008-12-01T23:44:00.000-08:00

Volegov Tuesdays StrollVolegov Tropical AfternoonVolegov Thoughts of SpringtimeVolegov The Sweetest Moment
out to the Inn for a night or two, but even that was becoming less and less usual. The Shire-hobbits referred to those of Bree, and to any others that lived beyond the borders, as Outsiders, and took very little interest in them, considering them dull and uncouth. There were probably many more Outsiders scattered about in the West of the World in those days than the people of the Shire imagined. Some, doubtless, were no better than tramps, ready to dig a hole in any bank and stay only as long as it suited them. But in the Bree-land, at any stone houses of the Big Folk, mostly above the Road, nestling on the hillside with windows looking west. On that side, running in more than half a circle from the hill and back to it, there was a deep dike with a thick hedge on the inner side. Over this the Road crossed by a causeway; but where it pierced the hedge it was barred by a great gate. There was another gate in the southern comer where the Road ran out of the village. The gates were closed at nightfall; but just inside them were small lodges for the gatekeepers.rate, the hobbits were decent and prosperous, and no more rustic than most of their distant relatives Inside. It was not yet forgotten that there had been a time when there was much coming and going between the Shire and Bree. There was Bree-blood in the Brandybucks by all accounts.The village of Bree had some hundred

Matisse Dishes and Fruit on a Red and Black Carpet

2008-11-27T23:52:00.000-08:00

Matisse Dishes and Fruit on a Red and Black CarpetMatisse Decorative Figure on an Ornamental BackgroundMatisse Crockery on a TableMatisse Bouquet Vase with Two Handles
thought they were invisible? You said they were invisible!"

　　　but James merely laughed, permitted his mother to kiss him, gave his father a fleeting hug, then leapt onto the rapidly filling train. They saw him wave, then sprint away up the corridor to find his friends.

　　　"Thestrals are nothing to worry about," Harry told Albus. "They're gentle things, there's nothing scare about them. Anyway, you won't be going up to school in the carriages, you'll be going in the boats."
"What if I'm in Slytherin?" 　　　The whisper was for his father alone, and Harry knew that only the
Ginny kissed Albus good-bye.

"See you at Christmas."

　　　"Bye, Al," said Harry as his son hugged him. "Don't forget Hagrid's invited you to tea next Friday. Don't mess with Peeves. Don't duel anyone till you're learned how. And don't let James wind you up."

Fragonard The Love Letter

2008-11-19T22:44:00.000-08:00

Fragonard The Love LetterVan Gogh Green Wheat Field with Cypress. Saint-RemyLeighton A FavourLeighton Forest Tryst
black cylinder with a ghostly moon hanging behind it in the afternoon sky. "That's got to be Luna's house, who else would live in a place like that? It looks like a giant rook!"

"It's nothing like a bird," said Hermione, frowning at the tower.

"I was talking about a chess rook," said Ron. "A castle to you."

　　　Ron's legs were the longest and he reached the top of the hill first. When Harry and Hermione caught up with him, panting and clutching stitches in their sides, they found him grinning broadly.

"It's theirs," said Ron. "Look."
KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS 　　　The gate creaked as they opened it. The zigzagging path leading to the front door was overgrown with a variety of odd plants, including a bush
Three hand-painted signs had been tacked to a broke-down gate. The first read, THE QUIBBLER. EDITOR, X. LOVEGOOD

the second,

PICK YOUR OWN MISTLETOE

the third,

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival painting

2008-11-09T23:43:00.001-08:00

Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival paintingMary Cassatt Children Playing On The Beach paintingMary Cassatt Tea painting
the angel the god damned angel of god and these days it's the avenging angel Gibreel the avenger always vengeance why
I can't be sure something like this for the crime of being human
especially female but not exclusively people must pay
Something like that
So he brought her along he meant no harm I know that now he just wanted us to be together caca can't you see he said she isn't ohoh over you not by a longshot and you he said still crazy fofor her everyone knows all he wanted was for us to be to be to be
But I heard verses
You get me Spoono
V e r s e s
Rosy apple lemon tart Sis boom bah

Violets are blue roses are red remember me when I am dead dead dead
That type of thing

Edward Hopper Excursion into Philosophy painting

2008-11-04T19:18:00.001-08:00

Edward Hopper Excursion into Philosophy paintingEdward Hopper Drug Store paintingEdward Hopper Dauphinee House painting
well." She hadn't needed, any more, to hurl lovers into her sister's face. "Plus I really wasn't enjoying it any more. It was mostly revolutionary socialists at the time, making do with me while they dreamed about the heroic women they'd seen on their three-week trips to Cuba. Never touched them, of course; the combat fatigues and ideological purity scared them silly. They came humming 'Guantanamera' and rang me up." She opted out. "I thought, let the best minds of my generation soliloquize about power over some other poor woman's body, I'm off." She began climbing mountains, she used to say when she began, "because I knew they'd never follow me up there. But then I thought, bulishit. I didn't do it for them; I did it for me."
For an hour every evening she would run barefoot up and down the stairs to the street, on her toes, for the sake of her fallen arches. Then she'd collapse into a heap of cushions, looking enraged, and he'd flap helplessly around

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait painting

2008-10-27T23:57:00.000-07:00

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkey paintingFrida Kahlo Diego and Frida painting
schools of thought - so much so that for the present purposes the modern versions might as well be completely different schools of philosophyprinciples that help people live the 'good life'.
Following on from previous posts on philosophers Epicurus and Schopenhauer, as well as the modern obsession with self-help books, I look at what Ancient Chinese philosophies have to teach us about how to be happy.
In an article in the Journal of Happiness Studies, Zhang and Veenhoven (in press) compare the ancient Chinese versions of Taosim, Buddhism .
Ancient Buddhism does fare badly in this comparison, but people do vary considerably in what they want from philosophical teachings. Not everyone's main aim in life may be to achieve Happiness, some may place a higher value on different goals.

Richard Leblanc Sunlight Coast painting

2008-10-23T00:12:00.000-07:00

Richard Leblanc Sunlight Coast paintingRichard Leblanc Sunlight Coast detail paintingUnknown Artist Henry Brown Fuller Illusions Before 1901 painting
or whether she had frightened them into making it by using threats. They denied, of course, that she had done either, but he was not convinced; four of the twelve, including Callus, were in some way connected with her by and five others were on very friendly terms with her and her sons. He reprimanded them severely. In his next speech he warned the Senate to "award no further premature distinctions that might encourage the giddy minds of young men to indulge in presumptuous aspirations."
Agrippina found an unexpected ally in Calpurnius Piso. He told her that he had defended his uncle Gnaeus Piso merely out of regard for family honour and that he must not be thought of as her enemy; he would do all that he could to protect her and her children. But Calpurnius did not live long after this. He was charged in the Senate with "treasonable words spoken in private", and of keeping poison in his house, and of coming into the Senate armed

Salvador Dali The Persistence of Memory painting

2008-10-17T20:50:00.000-07:00

Salvador Dali The Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali The Crucifixion painting
short notice too, in so perfectly rational and even learned a style is beyond me. I slipped away, telling Athenodorus not to mention that I had been there or how surprised I had been, but feel obliged to tell you of the matter, and even to suggest that we might henceforth occasionally allow him to dine with us at night, when there are few guests there, on the understanding that he keeps his mouth shut and his ears open. If there is, idiot. On the other side, Athenodorus, Sulpicius, Postumus and Germanicus swear that he's as sensible, when he wishes,, as any man but that he's easily put off his balance by nervousness. As for myself, I repeat that I cannot make up my mind on the matter yet."after all, as I am inclined to think, some hope that he will eventually turn out a responsible member of the family, he ought to be gradually accustomed to mix with his social equals. We can't keep him shut away with his tutors and freedmen for ever. There is, of course, great division of opinion on the question of his mental capacities. His uncle Tiberius, his mother Antonia and his sister Livilla, are unanimous in regarding him as an

William Merritt Chase On the Lake Central Park painting

2008-10-04T22:20:00.000-07:00

William Merritt Chase On the Lake Central Park paintingWilliam Merritt Chase The Nursery paintingWilliam Merritt Chase Venetian Balcony painting
might be in twelve years’ time; there was an antagonism between the girl and the woman that was hard to explain otherwise. Certainly the fact of his being Brenda Champion’s property sharpened Julia’s appetite for Rex. Rex and Brenda Champion were staying at the next villa on Cap Ferrat, taken that year by a newspaper magnate, and frequented by politicians. They would not normally have come within Lady Rosscommon’s ambit, but, living so close, the parties mingled and at once, Rex began warily to pay his court.
All that summer he had been feeling restless. Mrs Champion had proved a dead end; it had all been intensely exciting at first, but now the bonds had

Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights painting

2008-09-19T01:33:00.000-07:00

Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights paintingThomas Kinkade New Horizons paintingThomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting
finish this book in fact Martin Chuzzlewit I will let him go away back as soon as finished.
There followed a heavy pencil X, and after it: Mr. McMaster made this mark signed Barnabas Washington.
“Mr. McMaster,” said Henty. “I must speak frankly. You saved my, and when I get back to civilization I will reward you to the best of my ability. I will give you anything within reason. But at present you are keeping me here against my will. I demand to be released.”
“But, my friend, what is keeping you? You are under no restraint. Go when you like.”
“You know very well that I can’t get away without your help.”
“In that case you must humour an old man. Read me another chapter.”
“Mr. McMaster, I swear by anything you like that when I get to Manáos I will find someone to take my place. I will pay a man to read to you all day.”
“But I have no need of another man. You read so well.”
“I have read for the last time.”
“I hope not,” said Mr. McMaster politely.
That evening at supper only one plate of dried meat and farine was brought in

Francois Boucher Adoration of the Shepherds painting

2008-09-17T22:56:00.000-07:00

Francois Boucher Adoration of the Shepherds paintingJohannes Vermeer The Concert paintingGustave Courbet The Origin of the World painting
How odd!” He looked at himself in the glass again. “D’you know, I’ll tell you something I’ve been thinking all these last few days. I don’t believe I really am mad at all. It’s only at Home I feel so different from everyone else. Of course I don’t know much ... I’ve been thinking, d’you think it can be grandfather and the aunts who are mad, all the time?”
“They’re certainly getting old.”
“No, mad. I can remember some awfully dotty things they’ve done at one time or another. Last summer Aunt Gertrude swore there was a swarm of bees under her bed and had all the gardeners up with smoke and things. She refused to get out of bed until the bees were gone—and there weren’t any there. And then there was the time grandfather made a wreath of strawberry leaves and danced round the garden singing ‘Cook’s son, Dook’s son, son of a belted earl.’ It didn’t strike me at the time, but that was an odd thing to do, wasn’t it? Anyway, I shan’t see them again for months and months. Oh, Ernest, it’s too wonde