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Jack Vettriano Woman Pursued

2009-05-15T01:14:00.001-07:00

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Well, he'll be sorry later on,' said Glod. 'Later on, people'll talk to him and he'll say: I left, you know, before they became famous.'
'He'll say ook.'even trolls could drink it.
'And after this,' said Glod, as they sat down to wait for the food, 'we'll find somewhere else to stay.'
'What wrong with your place?' said Cliff.
'It's too draughty. It's got a piano‑shaped hole in the door.'
'Yes, but you put it there.'
'So what?'
'Won't the landlord object?'
'Of course he'll object. That's what landlords are for. Anyway, we're on the up and up, lads. I can feel it in my water.''Anyway, that piano's going to need some work.''Yeah,' said Cliff. 'Like, I saw once where dis guy made stuff out of matches. He could repair it.'A couple of dollars became two lamb kormas and pitchblende vindaloo at the Curry Gardens, along with a bottle of wine so chemical that

Jack Vettriano Lazy Hazy Days

2009-05-13T01:04:00.000-07:00

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And then the man was inside, without actually appearing to have moved, and kicking the door shut in the landlord's face.
'Dibbler's the name,' the grin went on. 'C. M. O. T. Dibbler. I dare say you've heard of me?'
'Gook!'
'I ain't talking to you! I'm talking to you other guys.'
'No,' said Buddy, 'I don't think we have.'
The grin appeared to widen.
'I hear you boys are in a bit of trouble,' start.'
'What about the furniture?' said Buddy.
'Oh, stuff gets busted here every night,' said Dibbler expansively. 'Hibiscus was just having you on. I'll square it with him. Confidentially, you want to watch out for people like him.'
He leaned forward. If his grin had been any wider the top of his head would have fallen off.
'This city, boys,' he said, 'is a jungle.'said Dibbler. 'Broken furniture and whatnot.''We're not even going to get paid,' said Cliff, glaring at Glod.'Well now,' said Dibbler, 'it could just be that I could help you there. I'm a businessman. I do business. I can see you boys are musicians. You play music. You don't want to worry your heads about money stuff, right? Gets in the way of the creative processes, am I right? How about if you leave that to me?''Huh,' said Glod, still smarting from the insult to his financial acumen. 'And what can you do?''Well,' said Dibbler, ' I can get you paid for tonight, for a
'If he can get us paid, I trust him,' said Glod.

Thomas Kinkade NASCAR THUNDER

2009-05-12T00:06:00.001-07:00

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Constable Detritus, Ankh‑Morpork City Watch, was guarding the Opera House. It was an approach to policing that he'd picked up from not wish to appear stupid. Detritus had never been inside the Opera House. He didn't know what sound it normally made at 2 a.m.
The front doors opened, and a large oddly shaped flat box came out, hesitantly. It advanced in a curious way ‑ a few steps forward, a couple of steps back. And it was also talking to itself.
Detritus looked down. He could see . . . he paused . . . at least seven legs of various sizes, only four of which had feet.
He shambled across to the box and banged on the side.Sergeant Colon. When you were all by yourself in the middle of a rainy night, go and guard something big with handy overhanging eaves. Colon had pursued this policy for years, as a result of which no major landmark had ever been stolen.[It had been an uneventful night. About an hour earlier a 64‑foot organ pipe had dropped out of the sky. Detritus had wandered over to inspect the crater, but he wasn't quite certain if this was criminal activity. Besides, for all he knew this was how you got organ pipes.For the last five minutes he'd also been hearing muffled thumps and the occasional tinkling noise from inside the Opera House. He'd made a note of it. He did

Paul Gauguin Yellow Christ

2009-05-08T02:11:00.000-07:00

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from?' said the troll.
'Llamedos,' said Imp. He shut his eyes. He knew what trolls and dwarfs traditionally did to people suspected of being elves. The Guild of Musicians could take lessons.
'What dat you got dere?' said the troll. It had two large squares of darkish glass in front of its eyes, supported by wire frames hooked around its ears.
'It's a harp, see.'
it up to its knees in a circle. It tends to feel it has cause for disgruntlement.
'Everyone dresses like this in Llamedos, see,' said Imp. 'But I'm a bard! I'm not a druid. I hate rocks!'
'Whoops,' said the dwarf quietly.
The troll looked Imp up and down, slowly and deliberately. Then it said, without any particular 'Dat what you play?''Yes.''You a druid, den?''No!'There was silence again as the troll marshalled its thoughts.'You look like a druid in dat nightie,' it rumbled, after a while.The dwarf on the other side of Imp began to snigger.Trolls disliked druids, too. Any sapient species which spends a lot of time in a stationary, rock‑like pose objects to any other species which drags it sixty miles on rollers and buries

Gustave Courbet The Origin of the World

2009-05-06T01:26:00.000-07:00

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Vetinari stood up as he saw the Watch running towards him. That was why the first shot went through his thigh, instead of Angua sprang away.
'Here! Wait for me!' barked Gaspode. 'That's the Shades that way!'

A third shot knocked a chip out of Detritus, who slammed into the carriage, knocking it on its side and severing the traces. The horses scrambled away. The coachman had already made a lightning comparison between current job conditions and his rates of pay and had vanished into the crowd.
Vimes slid to a halt behind the overturned carriage. Another shot spanged off the cobbles near his arm.
'Detritus?'his chest.Then Carrot cleared the door of the carriage and flung himself across the man, which is why the next shot went through Carrot. Angua slunk out.Gaspode relaxed slightly.'I can't go back,' said Angua. 'I—'She froze. Her ears twitched.'What? What?''He's been hurt!'

Thomas Moran Chicago World's Fair

2009-05-05T01:42:00.000-07:00

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only back in Elm Street. This is my only uniform.'
'You have to put some clothes on when you're human ?'
'Yes.'
'Why? I would have thought a nude woman would be at home in any company, no offence meant.'
'I prefer clothes.'in any case. These looked uglier than necessary.
The militia peered around a corner.
'There's hundreds of people,' said Colon. And loads of trolls outside the Day Watch.'
'Where's the crowd thickest?' said Carrot.
Anywhere the trolls are,' said Colon. He remembereGaspode sniffed at the dirt.'Come on, then,' he sighed. 'We'd better catch up Foul Ole Ron before your chainmail becomes a bottle of Bearhugger's, yes?'Angua looked around. The scent of Foul Ole Ron was practically tangible.'All right. But let's be quick about it.'Wolfbane? You didn't need daft old herbs to make your life a problem, if you spent one week every month with two extra legs and four extra nipples. There were crowds around the Patrician's Palace, and outside the Assassins' Guild. A lot of beggars were in evidence. They looked ugly. Looking ugly is a beggar's stock in trade

Leroy Neiman World Class Skier

2009-05-04T01:27:00.001-07:00

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'They're right there!'
Nobby selected one from the shelf and dropped it into its slot. Then he sighted along the shaft. He turned.
'I like this inventory,' said Nobby. 'We'll take it all.'
The man looked down theof the metal penetrated the back of the armourer's fleshy red neck.
'Now, the one behind you, that's a big bow,' said Nobby.
It wasn't as if the six-foot iron arrow was sharp. It was supposed to smash through doorways, not do surgery.
'Can I pull the trigger yet?' Detritus rumbled, into the man's sights at Nobby's eye and, to Angua's horrified admiration, didn't faint.'That little bow don't scare me,' he said.'This little bow scare you?' said Nobby. 'No. Right. This is a little bow. A little bow like this wouldn't scare a man like you, because it's such a little bow. It'd need a bigger bow than this to scare a man like you.'Angua would have given a month's pay to see the quartermaster's face from the front. She'd watched as Detritus had lifted down the siege bow, cocked it with one hand and a barely audible grunt, and stepped forward. Now she could imagine the eyeballs swivelling as the coldness

Mark Spain The Pink Dress

2009-04-29T00:10:00.000-07:00

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round and round in front of Sock's face.
'You give it to me right now or I'll make you eat your own nose!'
A crowd of apprentice butchers was trying to keep out of the way.
'But—'
'Don't you argue with me! I'm an officer of the Watch, I am!'
'But you—'
'You've got one lastdistant voice.
'There's a man of the Watch in there freezing to death,' said Cuddy.

There was quite a crowd around them when they finally got the main door open. Lumps of ice clinked on the stones, and there was a rush of supercold air. chance, mister. Give it to me right now!'Sock shut his eyes.'What is it you want?'The crowd waited.'Ah,' said Cuddy. 'Ahaha. Didn't I say?''No!''I'm pretty sure I did, you know.''You didn't!''Oh. Well. It's the key to the pork futures warehouse, if you must know.' Cuddy jumped down.'Why?'The axe hovered in front of his nose again.'I was just asking,' said Sock, in a desperate and

Vincent van Gogh View of Arles with Irises

2009-04-28T00:18:00.000-07:00

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but at least I stay the same shape all month, no offence meant.'
'You're asking for a bite.'
'Oh, yeah,' bite, maybe just a nibble—'
'Shut up.' At least you've got a lady friend, Carrot had said. As if there was something on his mind . . .
'A quick lick, even—'
'Shut up.'

'This unrest is all Vetinari's fault,' said the Duke of Eorle. 'The man has no style! So now, of course, we have a city where grocers have as much influence as barons. He even let the plumbers form moaned Gaspode. 'Yeah, you'll bite me. Aaargh. Oh, yes, that'll really worry me, that will. I mean, think about it. I've got so many dog diseases I'm only alive 'cos the little buggers are too busy fighting among 'emselves. I mean, I've even got Licky End, and you only get that if you're a pregnant sheep. Go on. Bite me. Change my life. Every time there's a full moon, suddenly I grow hair and yellow teeth and have to go around on all fours. Yes, I can see that making a big difference to my ongoing situation. Actually,' he said, 'I'm definitely on a losing streak in the hair department, so maybe a, you know, not the whole

Salvador Dali The Great Masturbator

2009-04-27T00:32:00.000-07:00

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Right. Carry on, then.'
Carrot stood up and removed his helmet. He smoothed down his hair. Then he raised his right hand.
'Raise your right hands, too,' he said. 'Er. . . that's the one nearest Lance-Constable Angua, Lance-Constable Detritus. And repeat after me . . .' He closed his eyes and his lips moved for a moment, as though he was reading something off the inside of his skull.
' "I comma of said duty comma so help me bracket aforefaid deity bracket full stop Gods Save the King stroke Queen bracket delete whichever is inappropriate bracket full stop." '
Angua subsided gratefully, and then did see Carrot's face. There were unmistakable square bracket recruit's name square bracket comma" . . .'He nodded at them. 'You say it.'They chorused a reply. Angua tried not to laugh.' ". . . do solemnly swear by square bracket recruit's deity of choice square bracket . . ." 'Angua couldn't trust herself to look at Carrot's face.' ". . . to uphold the Laws and Ordinances of the city of Ankh-Morpork, serve the public truft comma and defend the fubjects of His ftroke Her bracket delete whichever is inappropriate bracket Majefty bracket name of reigning monarch bracket . . ." 'Angua tried to look at a point behind Carrot's ear. On top of everything else, Detritus' patient monotone was already several dozen words behind everyone else.' ". . . without fear comma favour comma or thought of perfonal fafety semi-colon to purfue evildoers and protect the innocent comma laying down my life if necefsary in the caufe

Pop art coltrane on rust

2009-04-24T00:08:00.000-07:00

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?” she said.
“Er ...” said Weaver. “Didn’t recognize you in your fly-ing hat, miss ...”
“I thought you were doing the Entertainment? What’s happened? Where is everyone? Where is my going-to-be-husband?”
“Er...”
Yes, it was “Miss!” said Weaver, his eyes full of pleading. “Don’t say
it! We heard ‘em go down the street. Dozens of ‘em. And
they’ve stolen old Thatcher’s cow and Skindle’s goat and
they broke down the door of—“
“Why’d you put a bowl of milk out?” Magrat demanded.probably the helmet. That’s what Magrat decided afterward. There are certain items, such as swords and wizards’ hats and crowns and rings, which pick up something of the nature of their owners. Queen Ynci had probably never sewn a tapestry in her life and undoubtedly had a temper shorter than a wet cowpat. It was better to think that something of her had rubbed off on the helmet and was being transmitted to Magrat like some kind of royal scalp disease. It was better to let Ynci take over.She grabbed Weaver by his collar.“If you say ‘Er’ one more time,” she said, “I’ll chop your ears off.”“Er . . . aargh ... I mean, miss . . . it’s the Lords and Ladies, miss!”“It really is the elves?”

Salvador Dali Portrait of the Cellist Ricard Pichot

2009-04-22T23:43:00.000-07:00

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Magrat couldn’t help noticing that Diamanda was strik-ingly good-looking and, from what she’d heard, quite brave enough to stand up to Granny Weatherwax. She could hardly wait to get her better so that she could envy her properly.
The wound seemed to be healing up nicely, but there seemed to be—
Magrat strode to the bellpull in the comer and hauled on it.
After a minute or two Shawn Ogg arrived, panting.
There was gold paint on his hands.
“What,” said Magrat, “are all these things?”
“Um. Don’t like to say, ma’am ...”
“One happens to be ... very nearly ... the queen,” said Magrat.
“Yes, but the king Shawn looked at his feet. There was gold paint on his boots, too.
“Well, our mum said ...”
“Yes?”
“Our mum said I was to see to it that there was iron round her. So me and Millie got some bars from down the smithy and wrapped ‘em up like this and Millie packed ‘em round her.”said ... well. Granny said—““Granny Weatherwax does not happen to rule the king-dom,” said Magrat. She hated herself when she spoke like this, but it seemed to work. “And anyway she’s not here. One is here, however, and if you don’t tell one what’s going on I’ll see to it that you do all the dirty jobs around the palace.”“But I do all the dirty jobs anyway,” said Shawn.“I shall see to it that there are dirtier ones.”Magrat picked up one of the bundles. It was made up of strips of sheet wrapped around what turned out to be an iron bar.“They’re all around her,” she said. “Why?”

Mark Spain Burning Desire

2009-04-21T00:19:00.001-07:00

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Ogg turned over again. There was a slithering noise from the end of the bed, and a muffled yowl as Greebo hit the floor.
And Nanny sat up.
“Get your walking paws on, young fella-me-lad. We’re going out.”
As she passed through the midnight kitchen she paused, took one of the big black flatirons from the hob by the fire, and attached it to a length of clothesline.
For all her life she’d walked at night through Lancre with no thought of carrying a weapon of any sort. Of course, for most of that time she’d recognizably been a witch, and any importunate prowler would’ve ended up taking his essentials away in a paper bag, but even so it was generally true of any woman in Lancre. Man too, come to that.
Now she could sense Granny got to her feet from the shadow of the Piper, where she had been sitting quite invisibly in the blackness.
“Learned that from my dad,” she said. “When he went hunting. He always used to say a bad hunter chases, a good hunter waits.”
“Oh? So you’re hunting me now?”her own fear.The elves were coming back all right, casting their shad-ows before them.110Diamanda reached the crest of the hill.She paused. She wouldn’t put it past that oldWeatherwax woman to have followed her. She felt sure there had been something tracking her in the woods.There was no one else around.She turned.“Evenin’, miss.”“You? You did follow me!”
“No. I was just waiting

Jean-Honore Fragonard le jour

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

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“Some king’s getting married and wants us to come.”
“Oh dear, oh dear,” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.
“Some tinpot king gets wed and he wants us to come?”
“It’s up in the mountains,” said the Archchancellor, qui-etly “Good trout fishin’ in those parts, as I recall. My word. Lancre. Good grief. Hadn’t thought about the place in years. You know, there’s glacier lakes up there where the fish’ve never seen a rod. Lancre. Yes.”
“And it’s far too. . . and the sky’s a deeper blue than anywhere else, it’s very . . . and the grass ...and ...”
He returned abruptly from the landscapes of memory.
“Got to go, then,” he said. “Duty calls. Head of state get-tin’ married. Important occasion. Got to have a few wizards there. Look of the thing. Nobblyess obligay.”
“Well, I’m not going,” said the Dean. “It’s not natural, the countryside far,” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes.Ridcully wasn’t listening. “And there’s deer. Thousands of head of deer. And elk. Wolves all over the place. Mountain lions too, I shouldn’t wonder. I heard that Ice Eagles have been seen up there again, too.”His eyes gleamed.“There’s only half a dozen of ‘em left,” he said.Mustrum Ridcully did a lot for rare species. For one thing, he kept them rare.“It’s the back of beyond,” said the Dean. “Right off the edge of the map.”“Used to stay with my uncle up there, in the holidays,” said Ridcully, his eyes misty with distance. “Great days I had up there. Great days. The summers up there

Pop art king elvis on red

2009-04-17T00:55:00.000-07:00

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other two had been enjoying themselves.
She wiped the dust off her mirror and examined herself critically. Not a lot to work with, really. No matter what she did with her hair it LORQ8 ft/VD ift0f£6
She did her best with the dress and dragged a vengeful brush through her hair.
Then she went up to the castle.
Guard duty at Lancre castle was the province of anyone who didn’t have much of anything else to do at the moment. On duty today was Nanny Ogg’s youngest son Shawn, in ill-fitting chain-mail. He brought himself to what he probably thought was attention as Magrat pattered past, and then dropped his pike and hurried after her.took about three minutes for it to tangle itself up again, like a garden hosepipe left in a shed. She’d bought herself a new green dress, but what had looked exciting and attractive on the plaster model looked like a furled umbrella on a Magrat.Whereas Verence had been here reigning for eight months. Of course, Lancre was so small that you couldn’t lie down without a passport, but he was a genuine king and genuine kings tended to attract young women looking for career opportunities in the queening department.l Which, no matter how carefully coiled, will always uncoil overnight andtie the lawnmower to the bicycles.16

Andrea del Sarto Holy Family

2009-04-16T00:38:00.000-07:00

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right. That's right," said Brutha. "Which ones are you?"
Urn leaned closer.
"How's your memory?"
"Unfortunately, it is fine."
"Good. Good. Uh. It would be a good idea to stay out of trouble, d'you hear . . . if anything happens. Remember the Turtle. Well, of course you would."
"What things?"
Urn pattedUrn ran after him and then stopped briefly and turned.
"Be careful," he said. "We need what's in your head!"
Brutha watched them go.
"So do I," he murmured.
And then he was alone again. him on the shoulder, making Brutha think for a moment of Vorbis. Vorbis, who never touched another person inside his head, was a great toucher with his hands."Best if you don't know what's happening," said Urn."But I don't know what's happening," said Brutha."Good. That's the way."The burly man gestured with his knife towards the tunnels that led into the rock."Are we going, or what?" he demanded.
But he thought: Hold on. I don't have to be. I'm a bishop. At least I can watch. Om's gone and soon the world will end, so at least I might as well watch it happen.

Claude Monet The Seine at Rouen I

2009-04-15T00:25:00.001-07:00

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walked past a fountain. The deacon's steelshod staff clicked in the night.
"I see a great future for you in the Church," said Vorbis, eventually. "The time of the eighth Prophet is coming. A time of expansion, and great opportunity for those true in the service of Om."
Brutha looked ," he said, "who can stand against us? You impress me, Brutha."
There was more laughter in the darkness, and the twang of stringed instruments.
"A feast," sneered Vorbis. "The Tyrant invited us to a feast! I sent some of the party, of course. Even their generals are in there! They think themselves safe behind their labyrinth, as a tortoise thinks himself safe in his shell, not realizing it is a prison. Onward."
The inner wall of the labyrinth loomed out of the darkness. Brutha leaned against it. From far above came the chink of metal on metal as a sentry went on his rounds.into the pit.If Vorbis was right, and there was a kind of light that made darkness visible, then down there was its opposite, the darkness where no light could ever reach: darkness that blackened light. He thought of blind Didactylos and his empty lantern.He heard himself say, "And with people like the Ephebians, there is no truce. No treaty can be held binding, if it is between people like the Ephebians and those who follow a deeper truth?"Vorbis nodded. "When the Great God is with us

Paul Klee Farbtafel

2009-04-15T00:25:00.000-07:00

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what do you think of it?" he asked.
"They have many gods, and they don't pay them much attention," said Brutha. "And they search for ignorance."
"And they find it in abundance, be sure of that," said Vorbis.
He pointed his staff into the night. "Let us walk," he said.
There was the sound of laughter, somewhere in the darkness, and the clatter of pans. The scent of evening-opening flowers hung thickly in the air. The stored heat of daytime radiating from the stones, made the night seem like a fragrant soup.
"Ephebe looks to the sea," said Vorbis after a while. "You see the way it is built? All on the slope of a hill facing the sea. But the sea is mutable. Nothing lasting comes from the sea. Whereas our dear Citadel looks towards the high desert. And what do we see there?"
Instinctively Brutha turned, and looked over the rooftops to the black bulk of the desert against the sky.
"I saw a flash And candles. And lamps."
"And so on," said Vorbis, nodding. "Of course. But there is another kind of light. A light that fills even the darkest of places. This has to be. For if this metalight did not exist, how could darkness be seen?"
Brutha said nothing. This sounded too much like philosophy.of light," he said. "And again. On the slope.""Ah. The light of truth," said Vorbis. "So let us go forth to meet it. Take me to the entrance to the labyrinth, Brutha. You know the way.""My lord?" said Brutha."Yes, Brutha?""I would like to ask you a question.""Do so.""What happened to Brother Murduck?"There was the merest suggestion of hesitation in the rhythm of Vorbis's stick on the cobbles. Then the exquisitor said, "Truth, good Brutha, is like the light. Do you know about light?""It . . . comes from the sun. And the moon and stars.
"And so it is with truth," said Vorbis. "There are

Thomas Kinkade Graceland

2009-04-14T01:18:00.000-07:00

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turned me on my back!No, he with a mind as incisive as a meringue. And if Brutha found out that . . .Or if Brutha died . . ."How are you feeling?" said Om.turned a tortoise on its back.Yes. Me.No. You're a god.Yes, but a persistently tortoise-shaped one.If he had known you were a god . . .But Om remembered Vorbis's absorbed expression, in a pair of grey eyes in front
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ambition in his big flabby body. And this is what you've got to work with . . .
The god part said: Vorbis would have been better. Be rational. A mind like that could do anything!
He of a mind as impenetrable as a steel ball. He'd never seen a mind shaped like that on anything walking upright. There was someone who probably would turn a god on his back, just to see what would happen. Someone who'd overturn the universe, without thought of consequence, for the sake of the knowledge of what happened when the universe was flat on its back . . .But what he had to work with was Brutha, ."
"Snuggle down under the sails a bit more," said Om. "You don't want to catch a chill."
There's got to be someone else, he thought. It can't be just him who . . . the rest of the thought was so terrible he tried to block it from his mind, but he couldn't .
. . . it can't be just him who believes in me.
Really in me. Not in a pair of golden horns. Not in a

Andy Warhol Camouflage green yellow white

2009-04-14T01:09:00.000-07:00

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Brutha trailed behind the other three, and risked a whisper.
"What's the matter?"
"Him! The bald one! Push him over the side!"
Vorbis half-turned, caught Brutha's embarrassed attention, and smiled.
"We will have"No one knows."
"Excepting the God, of course," said Vorbis.
The captain's face was a sickly yellow.
"Of course. Certainly," he said.
"Brutha?" shouted the tortoise. "Are you listening to me?"
"And over there?" said Vorbis.
The sailor followed his extended arm. our minds broadened, I am sure," he said. He turned back to the captain, and pointed to a large bird gliding down the face of the waves."The Pointless Albatross," said the captain promptly. "Flies from the Hub to the Ri-” he faltered. But Vorbis was gazing with apparent affability at the view."He turned me over in the sun! Look at his mind!""From one pole of the world to the other, every year," said the captain. He was sweating slightly."Really?" said Vorbis. "Why?"

John William Waterhouse The Magic Circle

2009-04-13T00:28:00.000-07:00

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imagine it will vanish soon enough.'
And, indeed, the white flagstones around the glow looked as though they were unravelling and disappearing into it.
Rincewind hesitated.
'Aren't we 'We may never forgive him,' said Hakardly.
Rincewind groaned.
'What will be left when it's all over?' he said. 'What will be left?'
Hakardly looked down.
'I'm sorry,' he repeated.
The octarine light had grown brighter and was beginning to turn black around the edge. It wasn't the black that is merely the opposite of light, though; it was the grainy, shifting blackness going to help him?' he said.Hakardly stared at him, and then at the iridescent tableau. His mouth opened and shut once or twice.'I'm sorry', he said.'Yes, but just a bit of help on his side, you've seen what that thing is like-' 'I'm sorry."'He helped you.' Rincewind turned on the other wizards, who were scurrying away. 'All of you. He gave you what you wanted, didn't he?'

George Bellows Both Members of This Club

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

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, with only a slight increase in finger pressure, could have turned his head into a bowling ball.
'Although I could be mistaken,' he added, when she took her hand away. 'Who knows? Who cares? What does it matter?'
They didn't be of some assistance?' Rincewind ventured.
Somewhere inside Conina and Nijel's private world the bluebirds went to roost, the little pink clouds drifted away and the orchestra packed up andtake any notice.'I'll just go and see if I can find the hat, shall I?' he said.'Good idea,' murmured Conina.'I expect I shall get murdered, but I don't mind,' said Rincewind.'Jolly good,' said Nijel.'I don't expect anyone will even notice I'm gone,' said Rincewind.'Fine, fine,' said Conina.'I shall be chopped into small pieces, I expect,' said Rincewind, walking toward the door at the speed of a dying snail.Conina blinked.'What hat?' she said, and then, 'Oh, that hat.''I suppose there's no possible chance that you two might

Edward Hopper Hills South Truro

2009-04-09T01:36:00.000-07:00

Edward Hopper Hills South TruroEdward Hopper High RoadEdward Hopper First Row Orchestra
something to say.
'Well,' he ventured, looking around at the brocaded hangings, the ruby-studded pillars and the gold filigree cushions, 'you've done this place up nicely. It's-’ he sought for something suitably descriptive - 'well, pretty much of a miracle of rare device.'
'One aims for 'Excuse me,' said Conina, 'but who are you? And where is this?'
'My name is Creosote, Seriph of Al Khali,’ said the fat man, 'and this is my Wilderness. One does one's best.'
Rincewind coughed on his honey stick.
'Not Creosote as in "As rich as Creosote"?' he said.simplicity,' sighed the man, still scribbling busily. 'Why are you here? Not that it isn't always a pleasure to meet fellow students of the poetic muse.''We were brought here,' said Conina.'Men with swords,' added Rincewind.'Dear fellows, they do so like to keep in practice. Would you like one of these?'He snapped his fingers at one of the girls.'Not, er, right now,' Rincewind began, but she'd picked up a plate of golden-brown sticks and demurely passed it towards him. He tried one. It was delicious, a sort of sweet crunchy flavour with a hint of honey. He took two more.

Wassily Kandinsky Red Spot II

2009-04-08T00:16:00.000-07:00

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Spring had come to Ankh-Morpork. It wasn't immediately apparent, but there were signs that were obvious to the cognoscenti. For example, the scum on the river Ankh, that great wide slow waterway that served the double city as that lined the rooftops, much to the gargoyles' disappointment.
A kind of spring had even come to the ancient University itself. Tonight would be the Eve of Small Gods, and a new Archchancellor would be elected.
Well, not exactly elected, because wizards didn't have any truck with all this undignified voting business, and it was well known that Archchancellors were selected by the will of the gods, and this year it was a pretty good bet that the gods would see their way clear to reservoir, sewer and frequent morgue, had turned a particularly iridescent green. The city's drunken rooftops sprouted mattresses and bolsters as the winter bedding was put out to air in the weak sunshine, and in the depths of musty cellars the beams twisted and groaned when their dry sap responded to the ancient call of root and forest. Birds nested among the gutters and eaves of Unseen University, although it was noticeable that however great the pressure on the nesting sites they never, ever, made nests in the invitingly open mouths of the gargoyles

Pablo Picasso Les Demoiselles dAvignon

2009-04-07T01:05:00.001-07:00

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ever wonder about anything, you stupid girl?”
“What good does that do, m’m?”
I called her a stupid girl, thought Magrat. Royalty is rub-bing off on me.
“Oh, well,” she said, “where’ve we got to?”
“We’re going to need two thousand yards of the blue chintz material with the little white flowers,” said Millie.
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“And we haven’t even measured half the windows yet,” said Magrat, rolling up the tape measure.
She looked down the length of the Long Gallery. The thing about it, the thing that made it so noticeable, the first thing anyone noticed about it, was that it was very long. It shared certain distinctive traits with the Great Hall and the Deep Dungeons. Its name was a perfectly accurate Bored, bored, bored. I’m going for a walk in the gardens.”
“Shall I fetch Shawn with the trumpet?”
“Not if you want to live.”
Not all the gardens had been dug up for agricultural

Claude Monet Banks of the Seine

2009-04-06T00:46:00.001-07:00

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Combination Harvester accelerated towards them. The schip-schip of its blades became a whine.
‘Is it angry because you stole its tarpaulin?’
THAT’S NOT ALL I STOLE.
Death grinned at the watchers. He picked up his scythe, turned it over in his hands and then, when he was sure their gaze was fixed upon it, let it fall to the ground.
Then he folded his arms.
Miss Flitworth dragged at him.
‘What do you think you’re doing?’
DRAMA.
The Harvester reached the gate into the yard and came through in a cloud of sawdust.
‘Are you sure we’ll be all right?’
Deathwent clonk.
Then the Harvester was still travelling, but in pieces. Sparks fountained up from its axles. A few spindles and arms managed to hold together, jerking madly as they spun away from the whirling, slowing confusion. The circle of blades tore free, smashed up through the machine, and skimmed away across the fields.
There was a jangle, a clatter, and then the last isolated boing, which is the audible equivalent of the famous pair of smoking boots. And then there was silence. nodded.‘Well. That’s all right then.’The Harvester’s wheels were a blur PROBABLY.And then . . .. . . something in the machinery

Claude Monet Vetheuil In Summer

2009-04-03T00:46:00.000-07:00

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name’s Simnel. What do you think, eh?’
IT’S A GOOD NAME.
‘No, I mean the machine. Pretty ingenious, eh?’
Bill Door ?regiy~,or two rather radical ideas in that direction.’ he added dreamily.
IT’S A DEVICE OF SOME SORT?
Simnel looked mildly affronted.
‘I prefer the term machine,’ he said.’It will revolutionise farming methods, and drag them kicking and screaming into the Century of the Fruitbat. My folk have had this forge for three hundred years, but Ned Simnel doesn’t intend to spend the rest of his life nailing bits of bent metal on to horses, I call tell you.’
Bill looked at him blankly. Then he bent down and
ded? it with polite incomprehension. It looked, at first sight, like a portable windmill that had been attacked by an enormous insect, and at second sight like a touring torture chamber for an Inquisition that wanted to get out and about a bit and enjoy the fresh air. Mysterious jointed arms stuck out at various angles. There were belts, and long springs. The whole thing was mounted on spiked metal wheels.‘Of course, you’re not seeing it at its best when it’s standing still,’ said Simnel.’It needs a horse to pull it. At the moment, anyway. I’ve got one

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Child's Siesta

2009-04-01T00:12:00.000-07:00

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before we were talking about the sun?’
‘Zigzagging aimlessly over the water,’ said one of the young flies; This was a fair bet in any case.
‘No, before that.’
‘Er . . . you were telling us about the Great Trout.’
‘Ah. Yes. Right. The Trout. Well, you see, if you’ve been a good mayfly,
zigzagging up and down properly -‘ ‘- taking heed of your elders and betters -
‘
‘- yes, and taking heed of your elders and betters,
then beginning to realise that, as the most senior fly present, it now had the privilege of hovering closest to the surface.
‘They say, ‘ said the mayfly at the top of the zigzagging crowd, ‘that when
the Great Trout comes for you, you go to a land flowing eventually the Great Trout -‘ClopClop‘Yes?’ said one of the younger mayflies.There was no reply.‘The Great Trout what?’ said another mayfly, nervously.They looked down at a series of expanding concentric rings on the water. ‘The holy sign!’ said a mayfly.’I remember being told about that! A Great Circle in the water! Thus shall be the sign of the Great Trout!’thoughtfully. It was

Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS AT THE AHWAHNEE

2009-03-31T00:24:00.000-07:00

Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS AT THE AHWAHNEECamille Pissarro Still Life with Apples and PitcherWinslow Homer The Houses of ParliamentWinslow Homer Children on the BeachAndrew Atroshenko What a Wonderful Life
Victor glanced up. Several of the blocks were dipping ominously.
‘You’re right,’ he said. He grabbed the arm of the protesting Ginger and hustled her along the passage. The trolls gathered up the fallen compatriot who did not know how to behave in polite company and plodded after them.
‘That was disgusting, giving them the impression that‑‘ Ginger hissed.
‘Shut ‘Come on, let’s get back to town. Afterwards I might just have time to have a couple of hours’ sleep.’
‘What do you mean, afterwards?’
‘We’re going to have to buy these lads a big drink‑‘
There was a low rumble from the hill. A cloud of dust billowed out of the doorway and covered the trolls. The rest of the roof had gone.up!’ snapped Victor. ‘What did you want me to say, hmm? I mean, what sort of explanation do you think would fit? What would you like people to know?’She hesitated.‘Well, all right,’ she conceded. ‘But you could have thought of something else. You could have said we were exploring, or looking for, for fossils‑‘ her voice trailed off.‘Yes, in the middle of the night with you in a silk neggleliggle,’ said Victor. ‘What is a neggleliggle, anyway?’‘He meant negligee,’ said Ginger.

Jean Beraud Pont des arts

2009-03-30T00:21:00.001-07:00

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symbolic landmark.’
‘It certainly is,’ said Soll. ‘Very important. So important, in fact, that I sent some lads up it at lunchtime just to make sure it was all OK.’
‘You did?’ said Dibbler, guiltily.
‘Yes. And do you know what they found? They found someone had nailed some fireworks to the outside. Lots and lotsgot a laugh, anyway,’ he said.
‘Look, Uncle, this can’t go on,’ said Soll. ‘No more of this commercial messing about, right?’
‘Oh, all right.’
‘Sure?’
Dibbler nodded. ‘I’ve said all right, haven’t I?’
‘I want a bit more than that, Uncle.’ of fireworks, on fuses. It’s a good thing they found them because if the things had gone off it would have ruined the shot and we’d never be able to do it again. And, do you know, they said it looked as though the fireworks would spell out words?’ Soll added.‘What words?’‘Never crossed my mind to ask them,’ said Soll. ‘Never crossed my mind.’He stuck his hands in his pockets and began to whistle under his breath. After a while he glanced sidelong at his uncle.‘ "Hottest ribs in town",’ he muttered. ‘Really!’Dibbler looked sulky. ‘It would have

Vincent van Gogh View of Arles with Irises

2009-03-27T00:13:00.000-07:00

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know what the greatest tragedy is in the whole world?’ said Ginger, not paying him the least attention. ‘It’s all the peoplewent on. ‘It’s a chance for all of us. The people who aren’t wizards and kings and heroes. Holy Wood’s like a big bubbling stew but this time different ingredients float to the top. Suddenly there’s all these new things for people to do. Do you know the who never find out what it is they really want to do or what it is they’re really good at. It’s all the sons who become blacksmiths because their fathers were blacksmiths. It’s all the people who could be really fantastic flute players who grow old and die without ever seeing a musical instrument, so they become bad ploughmen instead. It’s all the people with talents who never even find out. Maybe they are never even born in a time when it’s even possible to find out.’ She took a deep breath. ‘It’s all the people who never get to know what it is they can really be. It’s all the wasted chances. Well, Holy Wood is my chance, do you understand? This is my time for getting!’ Victor nodded. ‘Yes,’ he said. Magic for ordinary people, Silverfish had called it. A man turned a handle, and your life got changed. ‘And not just for me,’ Ginger

Raphael Madonna and Child with Book

2009-03-26T00:25:00.000-07:00

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That’s right!’ said Dibbler. He beamed at Victor.
‘And a man who could sell Mr Dibbler’s sausages twice could sell anything,’ said Victor.

The next morning was bright and clear, like all Holy Wood days, and they made a start on The Interestinge and Curious in a canvas chair, ‘what you do is, you fight the trolls, rush up and untie the girl from the stake, fight the other trolls, and then run off behind that other rock over there. That’s the way I see it. What do you say, Tommy?’
‘Well, I–’ Silverfish began.
‘That’s great,’ said Dibbler. ‘OK. Yes, Victor?’
‘You mentioned trolls. What trolls?’ said Victor.
The two rocks unfolded themselves. Adventures of Cohen the Barbarian. Dibbler had worked on it all evening, he said. The title, however, was Silverfish’s. Although Dibbler had assured him that Cohen the Barbarian was practically historical and certainly educational, Silverfish had held out against Valley of Blud! Victor was handed what looked like a leather purse but which turned out to be his costume. He changed behind a couple of rocks. He was also given a large, blunt sword. ‘Now,’ said Dibbler, who was sitting

Sung Kim Point

2009-03-25T20:39:00.000-07:00

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was then that he noticed a figure standing by the water’s edge, looking out to sea. It was leaning on a scythe. The wind whipped at its black robes.
He started to hobble towards it, remembered he was dead, and began to stride. He hadn’t stridden for decades, but it was amazing how it all came back to you.
Before he be invested by the High Priestess,’ he said. ‘And there ain’t been a High Priestess for thousands o’ years. See, I just learned it all from old Tento, who lived here before me. He jus’ said to me one day, "Deccan, it looks as though I’m dyin’, so it’s up to you now, ‘cos if there’s no-one left that remembers properly it’ll all start happening again and you know what that means." Well, fair enough. But that’s not what you’d call a proper investmenting, I’d say.’ was halfway to the dark figure, it spoke to him. DECCAN RIBOBE, it said. ‘That’s me.’ LAST KEEPER OF THE DOOR. ‘Well, I suppose so.’ Death hesitated. YOU ARE OR YOU AREN’T, he said. Deccan scratched his nose. Of course, he thought, you have to be able to touch yourself. Otherwise you’d fall to bits. ‘Technic’ly, a Keeper has to

Salvador Dali Leda Atomica

2009-03-24T01:21:00.000-07:00

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Dios stared up at the creatures jostling one another as they waded the river. There were too many teeth, too many lolling tongues. The bits of them that were human were sloughing away. A lion-headed god of justice - Put, Dios intended.
Chefet, Chefet, thought Dios. Maker of rings, weaver of metal. Now he's out of our heads, and see how his nails grow into claws . . .
This is not how I imagined him.
'Stop,' he instructed. 'I order you to stop! You will obey me. I made you!'
They also lack gratitude.recalled the name - was using its scales as a flail to beat one of the river gods. Chefet, the Dog-Headed God of metalwork, was growling and attacking his fellows at random with his hammer; this was Chefet, Dios thought, the god that he had created to be an example to men in the art of wire and filigree and small beauty. Yet it had worked. He'd taken a desert rabble and shown them all he could remember of the arts of civilisation and the secrets of the pyramids. He'd needed gods then. The trouble with gods is that after enough people start believing in them, they begin to exist. And what begins to exist isn't what was originally

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Venus Verticordia

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

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Venus VerticordiaClaude Monet Haystack at GivernyJean Auguste Dominique Ingres Ingres The SourcePeter Paul Rubens Samson and DelilahJohn William Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus
The sun rose and, because this wasn't the Old Kingdom out here, it was a mere ball of flaming gas. The purple night of the high desert evaporated under its blowlamp glare. Lizards scuffled into cracks in the rocks. You Bastard struck like a hammer, but he strode out over the rocks as though three hundred square miles could perhaps have been hiding under a pebble or behind a bush.
The fact was that the track dipped between the cliffs, but almost immediately rose again and continued across the dunes into what was quite clearly Tsort. He'd recognised a wind-eroded sphinx that had been set up as a boundary marker; legend said it prowled the borders in times of dire national need, although legend wasn't sure why.settled himself down in the sparse shadow of what was left of the syphacia bushes, peered haughtily at the landscape, and began to chew cud and calculate square roots in base seven. Teppic and Ptraci eventually found the shade of a limestone overhang, and sat glumly staring out at the waves of heat wobbling off the rocks. 'I don't understand,' said Ptraci. 'Have you looked everywhere?' 'It's a country! It can't just bloody well fall through a hole in the ground!' 'Where is it, then?' said Ptraci evenly. Teppic growled. The heat

Ford Madox Brown Romeo and Juliet

2009-03-20T23:39:00.000-07:00

Ford Madox Brown Romeo and JulietPierre Auguste Renoir La PromenadePierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the CountryPierre Auguste Renoir Dance in the CityJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beaching the Boat (study)
the biggest existing pyramid look like something a child might construct in a sand tray. It was going to be surrounded by marble gardens and granite obelisks. It was going to be the greatest memorial ever built by a son for his father.
The king gave his father a brief nod.
Ptaclusp hurried back to the king, who was standing with his retinue on the cliff overlooking the quarry, the sun gleaming off the mask. A royal visit, on top of everything else
'We're ready, if it please you, O arc of the sky,' he said, breaking into a sweat, hoping against hope that Oh gods. The king was going to Put Him at his Ease again.groaned. Ptaclusp groaned. It had been better in his father's day. You just needed a bloody great heap of log rollers and twenty years, which was useful because it kept everyone out of trouble during Inundation, when all the fields were flooded. Now you just needed a bright lad with a piece of chalk and the right incantations. Mind you, it was impressive, if you liked that kind of thing. Ptaclusp IIb walked around the great stone block, tidying an equation here, highlighting a hermetic inscription there. He glanced up and

Jack Vettriano There's Always Someone Watching You

2009-03-20T01:28:00.000-07:00

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Teppic examined himself critically. The outfit had cost him his last penny, and was heavy on the black silk. It whispered as he moved. It was pretty good.
At least the headache was going. It had nearly crippled him all day; he'd been in dread of having to start the run with purple spots in front of his eyes.
He sighed he opened his sock drawer and took a pistol crossbow, a flask of oil, a roll of lockpicks and, after some consideration, a punch dagger, a bag of assorted caltraps and a set of brass knuckles.
Teppic picked up his hat and checked its lining for the coil of cheesewire. He placed it on his head at a jaunty angle, took a last satisfied look at himself in the mirror, turned on his heel and, very slowly, fell over.and opened the black box and took out his rings and slipped them on. Another box held a set of knives of Klatchian steel, their blades darkened with lamp black. Various cunning and intricate devices were taken from velvet bags and dropped into pockets. A couple of long-bladed throwing tlingo's were slipped into their sheaths inside his boots. A thin silk line and folding grapnel were wound around his waist, over the chain-mail shirt. A blowpipe was attached to its leather thong and dropped down his back under his cloak; Teppic pocketed a slim tin container with an assortment of darts, their tips corked and their stems braille-coded for ease of selection in the dark. He winced, checked the blade of his rapier and slung the baldric over his right shoulder, to balance the bag of lead slingshot ammunition. As an afterthought

Vincent van Gogh Vase with Twelve Sunflowers

2009-03-18T23:06:00.001-07:00

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alderman looked distractedly at the rest of the benches, which were filling up fast, and then down at the clearly empty space in front of him. He hitched up his robes with a determined expression.
'I think the fellow in the tights?'
'He's the Prologue,' said Nanny. 'You have to have him at the beginning so everyone knows what the play's about.'
'Can't understand a word of it,' muttered Granny. 'What's a gentle, anyway?'
'Type of maggot,' said Nanny.
'That's nice, isn't it? "Hallo maggots, welcome to the show." Puts people in a nice frame of mind, doesn't that since the play is commencing to start, your friends must find a seat elsewhere, when they arrive,' he said, and sat down.Within seconds his face went white. His teeth began to chatter. He clutched at his stomach'I told you,' said Nanny, as he lurched away. 'What's the good of asking if you're not going to listen?' She leaned towards the empty seat. 'Walnut?''No, thank you,' said King Verence, waving a spectral hand. 'They go right through me, you know.''Pray, gentles all, list to our tale . . .''What's this?' hissed Granny. 'Who's

Edward Hopper First Row Orchestra

2009-03-17T22:32:00.000-07:00

Edward Hopper First Row OrchestraEdward Hopper El PalacioEdward Hopper Dawn In PennsylvaniaEdward Hopper Cape Cod AfternoonLeroy Neiman Ryder Cup
didn't mean—' he began.
In fact calling for silence was a sufficiently rare event in the middle of a tavern brawl that silence was what Tomjon got. And silence was what he filled.
Hwel started as he heard the boy's voice ring out, full of confidence and absolutely first-class projection.
'Brothers! he'd written those words. He'd slaved half a night over them, years ago, when Vitoller had declared that they needed another five minutes in Act III of The King of Ankh.
'Scribble us something with a bit of spirit in it,' he'd said. 'A bit of zip and sizzle, y'know. Something to summon up the blood and put a bit of backbone in our friends in the ha'penny seats. And just long enough to give us time to change the set.'
He'd been a bit ashamed of that play at the time. The famous Battle of MorporkAnd yet may I call all men brother, for on this night—'The dwarf craned up to see Tomjon standing on a chair, one hand raised in the prescribed declamatory fashion. Around him men were frozen in the act of giving one another a right seeing-to, their faces turned to his.Down at tabletop height Hwel's lips moved in perfect synchronisation with the words as Tomjon went through the familiar speech. He risked another look.The fighters straightened up, pulled themselves together, adjusted the hang of their tunics, glanced apologetically at one another. Many of them were in fact standing to attention.Even Hwel felt a fizz in his blood, and

Tamara de Lempicka Saint Moritz

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

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the king expectantly.
'There's plenty of mice and things in here, d'you see,' said Verence. 'And the rain blows in through the broken window. Plus there's all these tapestries to sleep on.'
'Sorry,' the ectoplasm had left him in better shape than he had ever been, apart from being dead.
Then he'd started out small, with dust motes. The first onepersevered and progressed to sand grains, then whole dried peas; he still didn't dare venture into the kitchens, but he had amused himself by oversalting Felmet's food a pinch at a time until he pulled himself together and told himself that poisoning wasn't honourable, even against vermin.
Now he leaned all his weight on the door, and with every microgramme of his being forced himself to become as king added, and turned to the door.This was what he had been working on all these months. When he was alive he had always taken a lot of care of his body, and since being dead he had taken care to preserve its shape. It was too easy to let yourself go and become all fuzzy around the edges; there were ghosts in the castle who were mere pale blobs. But Verence had wielded iron self-control and exercised – well, had thought hard about exercise – and fairly bulged with spectral muscles. Months of pumping

Paul Cezanne Apples Peaches Pears and Grapes

2009-03-15T22:27:00.000-07:00

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'What's going on now?' she said. 'Why're all them kings and people up there?'
'It's a banquet, see,' said Nanny Ogg authoritatively. 'Because of the dead king, him in the boots, as was, only now if you look, you'll see he's pretending to be a soldier, and everyone's making speeches about how good he was and a good play on the whole, they decided, although not very easy to follow. But it had been a jolly good laugh when all the kings had run off, and the woman in black had jumped up and did all the shouting. That alone had been well worth the ha'penny admission.
The three witches sat alone on the edge of the stage.
'I wonder how they get all them kings and lords to come here and do this?' said wondering who killed him.''Are they?' said Granny, grimly. She cast her eyes along the cast, looking for the murderer.She was making up her mind.Then she stood up.Her black shawl billowed around her like the wings of an avenging angel, come to rid the world of all that was foolishness and pretence and artifice and sham. She seemed somehow a lot bigger than normal. She pointed an angry finger at the guilty party.'He done it!' she shouted triumphantly. 'We all seed 'im! He done it with a dagger!' The audience filed out, contented. It had been

Vincent van Gogh Orchard in Blossom

2009-03-12T23:47:00.001-07:00

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They heard the sound of hooves outside, and Albert pushed the door open and came in rubbing his hands.
'Right, lad, no time to —'
Mort 'Not with me.'
There was an agreement! Where would we be if we could not honour an agreement?'
'I don't know where I would be,' said Mort softly.
BUT I KNOW WHERE YOU WOULD GO. That's not fair!' Now it was a whine. THERE'S swung the sword at arm's length. It scythed through the air with a noise like ripping silk and buried itself in the doorpost by Albert's ear.ON YOUR KNEES, ALBERTO MALICH.Albert's mouth dropped open. His eyes rolled sideways to the shimmering blade a few inches from his head, and then narrowed to tight little lines.'You surely wouldn't dare, boy,' he said.MORT. The syllable snapped out as fast as a whiplash and twice as vicious.There was a pact,' said Albert, but there was the barest gnat-song of doubt in his voice. There was an agreement.'

Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield with a Lark

2009-03-12T23:47:00.000-07:00

Vincent van Gogh Wheatfield with a LarkVincent van Gogh Vegetable Gardens in MontmartreVincent van Gogh Vegetable gardens at the Montmartre
gingerly so as not to bring the whole edifice down.
'Say that again?' she said quietly.
'I said I what colour your eyes were,' she said, 'because —'
'If you two have quite had enough of each other!' bellowed Albert above the roar of the sand. 'This way!'
'Brown,' said Mort to Ysabell. 'They're brown. Why?'
'Hurry up!'
'You'd better go and help him,' said Ysabell. 'He seems to be getting quite upset.'
Mort left her, his mind a sudden swamp of uneasiness, and stalked across the tiled know. There's nothing I can do about it. Haven't you been in here before?''No.' She had withdrawn slightly, and was staring at his eyes.'It's no worse than the library,' said Mort, and almost believed it. But in the library you only read about it; in here you could see it happening.'Why are you looking at me like that?' he added.'I was just trying to remember

Edward Hopper House by the Railroad

2009-03-12T00:45:00.000-07:00

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Mort caught his bridle, patted him on the nose, and fumbled in his pocket for a rather grubby sugar lump. He was aware that he was in the presence of something important, but he wasn't yet quite sure what it was.
There was a road running between an avenue of damp and gloomy willow trees. Mort remounted and steered Binky across the field into the dripping darkness under the branches.
In the distancewhat passed for a good time if you were a peasant who spent most of your time closely concerned with cabbages. Compared to brassicas, practically anything is fun.
There were human beings in there, doing uncomplicated human things like getting drunk and forgetting the words of songs.
Mort had never reallypossibly because his mind he could see the lights of Sto Helit, which really wasn't much more than a small town, and a faint glow on the edge of sight must be Sto Lat. He looked at it longingly.The barrier worried him. He could see it creeping across the field behind the trees.Mort was on the point of urging Binky back into the air when he saw the light immediately ahead of him, warm and beckoning. It was spilling from the windows of a large building set back from the road. It was probably a cheerful sort of light in any case, but in these surroundings and compared with Mort's .As he rode nearer he saw shadows moving against it, and made out a few snatches of song. It was an inn, and inside there were people having a good time, or

Brent Heighton After the Rain

2009-03-11T23:50:00.000-07:00

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Lat coat of arms, was complete. She looked back at Mort.
'Never mind thirdly,' she said, 'let's get back to secondly.'
An hour later dawn reached the city. Daylight on the Disc flows rather than rushes, because light is slowed right down by the world's standing magical field, and it rolled across the flat lands like a golden sea. The city on the mound Mort looked at her in horror.
'Did you want to die?'
'Of course I didn't. But it looks as though what people stood out like a sandcastle in the tide for a moment, until the day swirled around it and crept onwards.Mort and Keli sat side by side on her bed. The hourglass lay between them. There was no sand left in the top bulb.From outside came the sounds of the castle waking up.'I still don't understand this,' she said. 'Does it mean I'm dead, or doesn't it?''It means you ought to be dead,' he said, 'according to fate or whatever. I haven't really studied the theory,''And you should have killed me?''No! I mean, no, the assassin should have killed you. I did try to explain all that,' said Mort.'Why didn't you let him?'

Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June

2009-03-11T00:15:00.001-07:00

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the stables where Death had lodged his horse. He tried an experimental swagger; he felt his new suit and haircut rather demanded it. It didn't quite work.

Mort awoke.
He lay looking at the ceiling while his memory did a fast-rewind and the events of the previous day crystallised in his mind like little ice cubes.
He couldn't and crackled electrically as he padded through it. And everything had been designed in shades of purple and black.
He looked down at his own body, which was wearing a long white nightshirt. His clothes have met Death. He couldn't have eaten a meal with a skeleton with glowing blue eyes. It had to be a weird dream. He couldn't have ridden pillion on a great white horse that had cantered up into the sky and then went . . .. . . where?The answer flowed into his mind with all the inevitability of a tax demand.Here.His searching hands reached up to his cropped hair, and down to sheets of some smooth slippery material. It was much finer than the wool he was used to at and dry, dry as old tombs under ancient deserts. The air tasted as though it had been cooked for hours and then allowed to cool. The carpet under his feet was deep enough to hide a tribe of pygmies

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Yellow and Blue

2009-03-09T22:48:00.000-07:00

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see you hiring a new servant - you do hire the servants here, don't you? Right - and this one is a young girl, very economical, very good worker, can turn her hand to anything."
"What about her, then?" said Mrs Whitlow, already savouring Granny's surprisingly graphic descriptions of her future and drunk with curiosity.
"The spirits are a little unclear on this point," said Granny, "But it is very important that you hire her."
"No going to arrive?"
"Oh, soon, soon - that's what the spirits say."
A faint suspicion clouded the housekeeper's face. "This isn't the sort of thing spirits normally say. Where do they say that, exactly?"
"Here," said Granny. "Look, the little cluster of tea-leaves between the sugproblem there," said Mrs Whitlow, "can't keep servants here, you know, not for long. It's all the magic. It leaks down here, you know. Especially from the library, where they keep all them magical books. Two of the top floor maids walked out yesterday, actually, they said they were fed up going to bed not knowing what shape they would wake up in the morning. The senior wizards turn them back, you know. But it's not the same." "Yes, well, the spirits say this young lady won't be any trouble as far as that is concerned," said Granny grimly. "If she can sweep and scrub she's welcome, Aye'm sure," said Mrs Whitlow, looking puzzled. "She even brings her own broom. According to the spirits, that is." "How very helpful. When is this young lady ar

Caravaggio The Musicians

2009-03-09T01:24:00.000-07:00

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Granny let the both of them drift with the crowd. The stalls were puzzling her as well. She peered among them, although never for one minute relaxing her vigilance against pickpockets, earthquakes and traffickers in the erotic, until she spied something vaguely familiar.
There was a small covered stall, black draped and musty, that had been wedged into a narrow space between two houses. Inconspicuous though it was, it nevertheless seemed to be doing a very busy trade. Its customers were mainly women, of all ages, although she did notice a few men. They all had one thing in common, though. didn't know was there should be quite so popular.
"What's in there?" said Esk. "What's everyone buying?"

"There must be a lot of very sick people in towns," said Esk gravely.
Inside, the stall was a mass of velvet shadows and the herbal scent was thick enough to bottle. Granny poked a few bundles of dry leaves with an expert finger. Esk pulled away from her and tried to read the scrawled labels on the bottles in front of her. She was expert at most of Granny's preparations, but she didn't recognise anything here. The No one approached it directly. They all sort of strolled almost past it, then suddenly ducked under its shady canopy. A moment later and they would be back again, hand just darting away from bag or pocket, competing for the world's Most Nonchalant Walk title so effectively that a watcher might actually doubt what he or she had just seen. It was quite amazing that a stall so many people

Jean Beraud La Rue de la Paix

2009-03-05T23:17:00.000-08:00

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was nearly noon when Twoflower awoke. He couldn't remember why he was in a hayloft, or why he was wearing someone else's coat, but he did wake up with one idea right in the forefront of his mind.
He decided it was vitally important to tell Rincewind about it.
He fell out of the hay and landed on the Luggage.
'Oh, you're here, are you?' he said. 'I hope you're ashamed of yourself.'
The . Everything seemed fresh and new, even the smells, but there didn't seem to be many people up yet. It had been a long night.
He found Rincewind at the foot of the Tower of Art, upervising a team of workmen who had rigged up a gantry of sorts on the roof and were lowering the stone wizards to the ground. He seemed to be assisted by a monkey, but Twoflower was in no mood to be surprised at anything.Luggage looked bewildered.'Anyway, I want to comb my hair. Open up,' said Twoflower.The Luggage obligingly flipped its lid. Twoflower rooted around among the bags and boxes inside until he found a comb and mirror and repaired some of the damage of the night. Then he looked hard at the Luggage.'I suppose you wouldn't like to tell me what you've done with the Octavo?'The Luggage's expression could only be described as wooden.'All right. Come on, then.'Twoflower stepped out into the sunlight, which was slightly too bright for his current tastes, and wandered aimlessly along the street

Leroy Neiman Jour du Soleil

2009-03-05T00:11:00.000-08:00

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no,' said Twoflower, always anxious to enlighten. 'Where you hang your hat is a hatstand. A Hoe is —'
'I'll just go and see about setting you on your way,' said the shopkeeper hurriedly, as Bethan came in. He scooted past her.
Here is the blackness of space, the myriad stars gleaming like diamond dust or, as some people would say, like great balls of exploding hydrogen a very long way off. But then, some people would Twoflower followed him.On the other side of the curtain was a room with a small bed, a rather grubby stove, and a three-legged table. Then the shopkeeper did something to the table, here was a noise like a cork coming reluctantly out of a bottle, and the room contained a wall-to-wall universe.'Don't be frightened,' said the shopkeeper, as stars streamed past.'I'm not frightened,' said Twoflower, his eyes sparkling.'Oh,' said the shopkeeper, slightly annoyed. 'Anyway, it's just imagery generated by the shop, it's not real.''And you can go anywhere?''Oh no,' said the shopkeeper, deeply shocked. 'There's all kinds of fail-safes built in, after all, there'd be no point in going somewhere with insufficient per capita disposable income. And there's got to be a suitable wall, of course. Ah, here we are, this is your universe. Very bijou, I always think. A sort of universette . . .'

Albert Bierstadt the oregon trail

2009-03-03T22:02:00.000-08:00

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sheer horror of this so appalled him he hardly felt his feet touch the ground. Some ground, anyway; he decided that it almost certainly wasn't the ground, which as far as he could remember wasn't black and didn't swirl in such a disconcerting way.
He took a look around.
Sheer sharp mountains speared up around him into a frosty sky hung with cruel stars, stars which appeared on no celestial chart in the multiverse, but right in there amongst them was a malevolent red disc. Rincewind shivered, and looked away. The land ahead of him sloped down sharply, and a dry wind whispered across the frost-his fingers in his ears, until he saw a sight seen by very few living men.
The ground dipped sharply until it became a vast funnel, ully a mile across, into which the whispering wind of the souls of the dead blew with a vast, echoing susurration, as though the Disc itself was breathing. But a narrow spur of rock arched out and over the hole, ending in an outcrop perhaps a hundred feet across.
There was a, with orchards and flowerbeds, and a quite small black cottage.
A little path led up to it.cracked rocks.It really did whisper. As grey eddies caught at his robe and tugged at his hair Rincewind thought he could hear voices, faint and far off, saying things like 'Are you sure those were mushrooms in the stew? I feel a bit —,' and There's a lovely view if you lean over this —,' and 'Don't fuss, it's only a scratch —,' and Watch where you're pointing that bow, you nearly—' and so on.He stumbled down the slope, with
Rincewind looked behind him. The shiny blue line was still there.

Camille Pissarro Still Life with Apples and Pitcher

2009-03-02T19:38:00.000-08:00

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and the Potent Voyager will be doomed to spin away into the interterrapene gulf. I have already set the automatic controls, so-"
"All right, all right," the Arch-astronomer said, waving him away. "The launch must go ahead. Maintain the watch on the harbour, of course. When the wretched pair are caught I will personally take a great deal of pleasure in executing them myself."
"Yes, lord. Er-"
The Arch-astronomer frowned. "What else have you got to say, man?"
The Launchcontroller swallowed. All this was very unfair on him, he was a practical magician rather than a diplomat,he said. It is one of its prime attributes. Have it dealt with. And-Master Launchcontroller?"
"Lord?"
"If I am further vexed, you will recall that two people are due to be sacrificed. I may feel generous and increase the number."
"Yes, lord. The Master Launchcontroller scuttled away, relieved to be out of the and that was why some wiser brains had seen to it that he would be the one to pass on the news."A monster has come out of the sea and it's attacking the ships in the harbour," he said. "A runner just arrived from there.""A big monster?" said the Arch-astronomer."Not particularly, although it is said to be exceptionally fierce, lord."The ruler of Krull and the Circumfence considered this for a moment, then shrugged."The sea is full of monsters,"

Leroy Neiman April at Augusta

2009-03-01T22:28:00.000-08:00

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He clung desperately to Twoflower's waist as the dragon circled slowly, tilting the world at a dangerous angle. The new knowledge that the scaley back he was astride only existed as a sort of threedimensional daydream did not, he had soon realised, do anything at all for his ankle-wrenching sensations of vertigo. His mind kept straying edge of the disc. Instantly the gloomy blues and greys of pre-dawn were transformed into a bright bronze river that flowed across the world, flaring into gold where it struck ice or water or a light-dam. (Owing to the density of the magical field surrounding the disc, light itself moved at sub-sonic speeds; this interesting property was well utilized by the Sorca people of the Great towards the possible results of Twoflower losing his concentration."Not even Hrun could have prevailed against those crossbows," said Twoflower stoutly.As the dragon rose higher above the patch of woodland, where the three of them had slept a damp and uneasy sleep, the sun rose over the

Leroy Neiman Beach at Cannes

2009-02-27T22:51:00.000-08:00

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dark and dusty crypt. "Sapient pearwood," he said. "Remarkable. Yes, I think we will have that. Please see to it, my dear - before they go beyond your power, perhaps?"
"Silence! Or-"
"Or what, Liessa?" said the old man (in this dim light there was something odd about the way he was slumped in the stone chair). "You killed me once already, remember?"My power will be quite sufficient," she said.
The indistinct figure appeared to nod, or at least to wobble. "So you keep assuring me," he said.
Liessa snorted, and strode out of the hall.
Her father did not bother to watch her go. One reason for this was, of course, that since he had been dead for three months his eyes were in any case not in the best of condition. The other was that as a wizard - even
She snorted and stood up, tossing back her hair scornfully. It was red, flecked with gold. Erect, Liessa Wyrmbidder was entirely a magnificent sight. She was also almost naked, except for a couple of mere scraps of the lightest chain mail and riding boots of iridescent dragonhide. In one boot was thrust a riding crop, unusual in that it was as long as a spear and tipped with tiny steel barbs.

Jack Vettriano Yesterday's Dreams

2009-02-27T00:01:00.000-08:00

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you’re poking the breasts out.
4. Don’t be afraid of the camera. Exude confidence. Think “I’m perfect at what I do, I’m smart, I’m beautifulis not good teeth.
8. If you want to learn how to pose, go to the red carpet. That will show you how lots of women of various shapes and sizes do it.
I’m not quite ready for my six-page photo spread (I blame this partly on the fact that my camera has a five second delay; how long can you say the word “blue” anyway?), but I’m getting warmer. New and improved pictures coming soon to a Facebook near you..”5. To do the red carpet look, tilt your head, subtle smile, little bit of teeth, open mouth.6. The pout is very sexual. To pout say “blue.” (Kari tells me that the Olsen twins say “prune.”)7. Lots of teeth

Thomas Kinkade Blessings of Christmas

2009-02-26T19:40:00.000-08:00

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day's work. He spent a great deal of time in similar situations, seeking gold or demons or distressed virgins and relieving them respectively of their owners, their lives and at least one cause of their distress.
Observe Hrun, as he leaps cat-footed across a suspicious tunnel mouth. Even in this violet light his skin gleams coppery. There is much gold about his person, in the form of anklets and wristlets, but otherwise he is naked except for a leopardskin loincloth. He took that in the steaming forests of Howondaland, after killing its owner with his teeth.
In his was much bigger than it looked, or he was now on some wide underground level without having gone down any steps, or - as he was beginning to suspect - the inner dimensions of the place disobeyed a fairly basic rule of architecture right hand he carried the magical black sword Kring, which was forged from a thunderbolt and had a soul but suffers no scabbard. Hrun had stolen it only three days before from the impregnable palace of the Archmandrite of B'Ituni, and he was already regretting it. It was beginning to get on his nerves."I tell you it went down that last passage on the right," hissed Kring in a voice like the scrape of a blade over stone."Be silent!""All I said was-""Shut up!" And Twoflower...He was lost, he knew that. Either the building

Joseph Mallord William Turner Whitby

2009-02-25T21:43:00.000-08:00

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There was a clatter of running feet in the street outside and a fresh uproar from downstairs. It was followed by a commotion on the stairs. The door was flung open before Rincewind could collect himself sufficiently to make a dash , and switched to Trob. "Twoflower, I think we ought to get lunch somewhere else. I know some places."
He marched out into the corridor with as much aplomb as he could muster. Twoflower followed, and a few seconds later there was a strangling sound from the sergeant as the luggage closed its lid with a snap, stood up, stretched, and marched after them.
Watchmen were dragging bodies out of the room downstairs. There for the window. But instead of the greed-crazed madman he expected, he found himself looking into the round red face of a Sergeant of the Watch. He breathed again. Of course. The Watch were always careful not to intervene too soon in any brawl where the odds were not heavily stacked in their favour. The job carried a pension, and attracted a cautious, thoughtful kind of man.The Sergeant glowered at Rincewind, and then peered at Twoflower with interest."Everything all right here, then?" he said."Oh, fine," said Rincewind. "got held up, did you?" The sergeant ignored him. "This the foreigner?" he inquired."We were just leaving," said Rincewind quickly

Paul Cezanne Boy in a Red Waistcoat

2009-02-24T23:14:00.000-08:00

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Well?" he said. "Tell me who you are. What is this about daemons?"
"I am a daemon, Your Majesty," she said.
He stopped still.
"Whose?" he said.
"lorek came."
"How?" he said, breathlessly. "How has a bear got a daemon? And why him? And how are you so far from him?" The flies left his mouth like tiny words. "That's easy. I can go far from him because I'm like a witch's daemon. You know how they can go hundreds of miles Byrnison's," was her answer.It was the most dangerous thing she had ever said. She could see quite clearly that only his astonishment prevented him from killing her at once. She went on:"Please, Your Majesty, let me tell you all about it first before you harm me. I've come here at my own risk, as you can see, and there's nothing I've got that could hurt you. In fact, I want to help you, that's why I've come. lorek Byrnison was the first bear to get a daemon, but it should have been you. I would much rather be your daemon than his, that's why I

Edward Hopper Night Windows

2009-02-23T22:59:00.000-08:00

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delusion. And as so many of us do from time to time, he let his ego run the show, dictate his behaviours and waste his money. He wanted to be a Ducati owner and rider so much that his emotion (need to be cool, popular, me. It’s no revelation to hear that some people are devoted to, if not completed addicted to, owning certain brands and labels - and not because of the actual product but because of the perceived prestige (acceptance, approval, recognition, popularity) that comes from owning, wearing, drinking, driving that particular label or brand. Don’t believe me? Hang out with some teenagers for a while and see what it means to own the right shoes, jeans, jacket, MP3 player, phone, etc.desirable, respected, tough, macho) temporarily over-shadowed his intelligence, common sense, fear and his obvious lack of riding ability.Label LunacyPeople who shop for particular labels and brands rather than individual products which will suit a purpose or meet a need, have always intrigued

Yvonne Jeanette Karlsen Nude

2009-02-22T22:48:00.000-08:00

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though others lost their will and fluttered downward; but the great gray goose wheeled round and nudged them back, herding them gently on until they were lost against the profound dark.
Roger was all the kids-they got to be ready to escape. They got to know where the outdoor clothes are and be ready to get them and run out as soon as we give the signal. And they got to keep this a deadly secret, understand?"
Billy nodded, and Roger said, "What's the signal?"
"The fire bell," said Lyra. "When the time comes, I'll set it off."tugging at Lyra's arm."Quick," he said, "they're nearly ready."They stumbled away to join Billy, who was beckoning from the corner of the main building. The children were tired now, or else the adults had regained some authority, because people were lining up raggedly by the main door, with much jostling and pushing. Lyra and the other two slipped out from the corner and mingled with them, but before they did, Lyra said:"Pass the word around among

Caravaggio The Raising of Lazarus

2009-02-20T22:07:00.000-08:00

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seemed unbearable heat, and had to pull open her furs and push back her hood.
They were in a space about eight feet square, with corridors to the right and left, and in front of her the sort of reception: the man who'd brought her in, another man wearing a white coat, a woman in a nurse's uniform.
"English," the first man was saying. "Traders, apparently."
"Usual hunters? Usual story?"
"Same tribe, as far as I could tell. Sister Clara, could you take little, umm, and desk you might see in a hospital. Everything was brilliantly lit, with the glint of shiny white surfaces and stainless steel. There was the smell of food in the air, familiar food, bacon and and under it a faint perpetual hospital-medical smell; and coming from the walls all around was a slight humming sound, almost too low to hear, the sort of sound you had to get used to or go mad.Pantalaimon at her ear, a goldfinch now, whispered, "Be stupid and dim. Be really slow and stupid."Adults were looking down at her

Henri Matisse Interior with Phonograph

2009-02-19T22:43:00.000-08:00

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yards from Lyra.
In the Aurora's light she saw a great bird, a beautiful gray goose whose head was crowned with a flash of pure white. And yet it wasn't a bird: it was a daemon, though there was no one in sight but Lyra herself. The idea filled her with sickly fear.
The bird said:
"Where is wait on the afterdeck, child."
The goose made his stately way to the stern of the ship, where he looked around, elegant and wild simultaneously, and a cause of fascinated terror to Lyra, who felt as though she were entertainFarder Coram?"And suddenly Lyra realized who it must be. This was the daemon of Serafina Pekkala, the clan queen, Farder Coram's witch friend.She stammered to reply:"I-he's-I'll go and get him...."She turned and scampered down the companionway to the cabin Farder Coram occupied, and opened the door to speak into the darkness:"Farder Coram! The witch's daemon's come! He's waiting on the deck! He flew here all by hisself-I seen him coming in the sky-"The old man said, "Ask him to ing a ghost.

Vincent van Gogh Self-Portrait with Straw

2009-02-18T21:36:00.000-08:00

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twice as large as a real cat and richly furred. When the sunlight touched her, it lit up more shades of tawny-brown-leaf-hazel-corn-gold-autumn-mahogany than Lyra could name. She longed to touch that fur, to rub her cheeks on two sticks, and he trembled constantly like an aspen leaf. His mind was sharp and clear and powerful, though, and soon Lyra came to love him for his knowledge and for the firm way he directed her.
"What's that hourglass mean, Farder Coram?" she asked, over the alethiometeragainst it, but of course she never did; for it was the grossest breach of etiquette imaginable to touch another person's daemon. Daemons might touch each other, of course, or fight; but the prohibition against human-daemon contact went so deep that even in battle no warrior would touch an enemy's daemon. It was utterly forbidden. Lyra couldn't remember having to be told that: she just knew it, as instinctively as she felt that nausea was bad and comfort good. So although she admired the fur of Sophonax and even speculated on what it might feel like, she never made the slightest move to touch her, and never would.Sophonax was as sleek and and beautiful as Farder Coram was ravaged and weak. He might have been ill, or he might have suffered a crippling blow, but the result was thathe could not walk without leaning

Edward Hopper Railroad Crossing

2009-02-18T00:16:00.000-08:00

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Coulter was going to take you. If you want to see the North, you'll have to wait till all this trouble's over. Now off you go."part, Pantalaimon occupied himself by making monkey faces at Tony's daemon, who closed her tawny eyes in disdain. Lyra drifted to the jetty and hung about with her new companions, dangling lanterns on strings over the black water to attract the goggle-eyed fishes who swam slowly up to be lunged at with sharp sticks and missed.
But her mind was on John Faa and
Pantalaimon hissed quietly, but John Faa's daemon took off from the back of his chair and flew at them with black wings, not threateningly, but like a reminder of good manners; and Lyra turned on her heel as the crow glided over her head and wheeled back to John Faa. The door shut behind her with a decisive click.
"We will go," she said to Pantalaimon. "Let 'em try to stop us. We will!"

John Singer Sargent The Daughters of Edward Darley Boit

2009-02-16T23:35:00.000-08:00

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WHAT MEN WANT Essential characteristics: Mutual attraction and love Dependable character Emotional stabilityImportant characteristics: Education and intelligence Good looks AmbitionDesirable characteristics: Good financial prospect Good cook and housekeeperUnimportant characteristics: Similar political background A tiny island in the Adriatic has for lovers because it is shaped like a heart.
The 130,000 square yard islet of Galesnjak came to prominence after its unusual shape was highlighted on Google Earth.
Even the owner of the uninhabited island - now known as Lovers' Island - didn't realise how perfectly heart-shaped the island off the Croatian coast was until he was swamped with requests from couples to stay there.
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Edward Hopper Drug Store

2009-02-16T01:20:00.001-08:00

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Gobblers," she said. "En't you heard of the Gobblers?"
It was news to the other boys as well, and apart from a few coarse comments they listened closely to what she told them.
"Gobblers," Oxford now to get kids from us. It must've been them what got Jessie."
"There was a kid lost over Cowley way," said one of the other boys. "I remember now. My auntie, she was there yesterday, 'cause she sells fish and chips out a van, and she heard about it....Some little boy, that's it...I dunno about the Gobblers, though. They en't real, Gobblers. Just a story."
"They are!" Lyra said. "The gyptians seen 'em. They reckon they eat the kids they catch, and..."
She stopped in midsentence, because something had suddenly come into her mindsaid Lyra's acquaintance, whose name was Dick. "It's stupid. These gyptians, they pick up all kinds of stupid ideas.""They said there was Gobblers in Banbury a couple of weeks ago," Lyra insisted, "and there was five kids taken. They probably come to

Pablo Picasso Three Dancers

2009-02-15T19:18:00.000-08:00

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was pleasantly excited.
The visitor mentioned by the Master, Lord Asriel, was her uncle, a man whom she admired and feared greatly. He was said the wine until the powder had dissolved, and replaced the stopper.
His daemon gave a soft brief squawk. The Master replied in an undertone, and looked around with his hooded, clouded eyes before leaving through the door he'd come in by.
Lyra whispered, "Did you see that, Pan?"
"Of course I did! Now hurry out, before the Steward comes!"to be involved in secret exploration, in distant warfare, and she never knew when he was going to appear. He was fierce: if he caught her in here she'd be severely punished, but she could put up with that.What she saw next, however, changed things completely.The Master took from his pocket a folded paper and laid it on the table beside the wine. He took the stopper out of the mouth of a decanter containing a rich golden wine, unfolded the paper, and poured a thin stream of white powder into the decanter before crumpling the paper and throwing it into the fire. Then he took a pencil from his pocket, stirred

Frida Kahlo Me and My Doll

2009-02-12T23:04:00.000-08:00

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though it wasn't long before they could see smoke above the trees behind them, and then a streaming banner of flame.
Creatures of the forest—squirrels, birds, wild boar—were fleeing with them, and a chorus of squealings, shriekings, alarm all in a moment.
Gasping, Lee and Grumman forced themselves up the steep slope of rocks and scree. Half the sky was obscured by smoke and heat shimmer, but high above there floated the squat shape of the one remaining zeppelin—too far away, Lee thought hopefully, to see them even through binoculars.
The mountainside rose sheer and impassable ahead of them. There was only one route out of the trap they were in, and that was a narrow defile ahead, where a dry riverbed emerged calls of every sort rose around them. The two travelers struggled on toward the edge of the tree line, which was not far ahead; and then they reached it, as wave after wave of heat rolled up at them from the roaring billows of flame that now soared fifty feet into the air. Trees blazed like torches; the sap in their veins boiled and split them asunder, the pitch in the conifers caught like naphtha, the twigs seemed to blossom with ferocious orange flowers

Guido Reni Archangel Michael

2009-02-12T00:48:00.000-08:00

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While researching an antivirus article here at Maximum PC, we noticed something very curious: a Google AdWords link called “Antivirus xp 2008,” which led to the url “antivirus-world-2009.com.” (Don't go So why is Google advertising for it? It’s not exactly tough to figure out that the site is hosting the virus; the link is called “the link, particularly if they were already searching for antivirus software.there)Anyone who’s been paying attention during the last year or so know that "Antivirus xp 2008" is the name of one of the most widespread and obnoxious bits of malware floating around the internet. It hides itself in your system and launches a bogus antivirus program at intervals to warn you that you’ve got spyware and trojans and the sky is falling. Then, it recommends that you buy the pro version of the program, which presumably also does nothing except rip you off. The virus is frequently updated to evade malware removal tools, and is just generally a pain. antivirus xp 2008” after all. Well, maybe we should say that it’s not tough for users like us to figure out that it’s a virus—we suspect that less-experienced surfers (our moms, for instance) could very easily be duped into clicking

Gustav Klimt Danae (detail)

2009-02-11T00:12:00.001-08:00

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definite, but it never stopped long enough for Will to make out what it was.
Then two things happened. First, Sir Charles mentioned the alethiometer.
"For example," he said, continuing what he'd been saying, "I'm very curious about this instrument. Suppose you tell me how it works."
And he placed the alethiometer on the octagonal table at the end of the sofa. Will could see it clearly; he could almost reach it.She nodded, then turned and ran away silently over the grass. Will turned back.
The woman was saying, "…the Master of Jordan a foolish old man. Why he gave it to her I can't imagine; you need several years of intensive study to make any sense of it at The second thing that happened was that the shadow fell still. The creature that was the source of it must have been perched on the back of Mrs. Coulter's chair, because the light streaming over it threw its shadow clearly on the wall. And the moment it stopped, he realized it was the woman's daemon: a crouching monkey, turning its head this way and that, searching for something.Will heard an intake of breath from Lyra behind him as she saw it too. He turned silently and whispered, "Go back to the other window, and come throughFind some stones and throw them at the study so they look away for a moment, and then I can get the alethiometer. Then run back to the other window and wait for me."

Marc Chagall The Concert

2009-02-06T00:48:00.000-08:00

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breakups, were written from a completely different view.
1. “Born in the U.S.A.,” Bruce SpringsteenAlmost everybody knows the chorus of this song, but fewer know the rest of the lyrics, which is why Springsteen loudly singing, “I was born in the U.S.A.” is often taken as a patriotic proclamation. However, it’s really about veterans returning from the Vietnam War and facing the harsh realities of how they’re treated post-war. The misinterpretation only grew after both Ronald Reagreligion” is actually a Southern phrase that means to run out of patience or to be very frustrated by a person or situation. This song is actually about having a crush on somebody and constantly looking for assurances that the love is not unrequited.
3. “Every Breath You Take,” The Policean and Bob Dole used the song on their campaign playlists.
2. “Losing My Religion,” R.E.M.When Michael Stipe sang about being in a corner and losing his religion, he wasn’t referring to a a higher power, as many believe

Rodney White Nothing to Dream

2009-02-05T20:56:00.000-08:00

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! They run away like everyone else," said the girl.
"There ain' no one in the tower. That's haunted, that place," said a boy. "That's why the cat came from there. We ain' gonna go in there, all right. Ain' no kids gonna go in there. That's scary."
"The Guild men liar, she knew liars when she met them, and they were lying about something.
And suddenly she remembered: little Paolo had mentioned that he and Angelica had an elder brother, Tullio, who was in the city too, and Angelica had hushed him… Could the young man she'd seen have been their brother?ain' afraid to go in there," said another."They got special magic, or something. They're greedy, they live off the poor people," said the girl. "The poor people do all the work, and the Guild men just live there for nothing.""But there en't anyone in the tower now?" Lyra said. "No grownups?""No grownups in the city at all!""They wouldn' dare, all right."But she had seen a young man up there. She was convinced of it. And there was something in the way these children spoke; as a practiced

Leroy Neiman Basketball Superstars

2009-02-05T00:27:00.000-08:00

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is never anything less than a controversial figure. He has batted away allegations from former colleagues that he used Wikipedia as a personal piggy-bank, expensing $300 bottles of wine and trips to Russian massage parlours. He has a Canadian TV pundit, Rachel Marsden, who first contacted him to get her own Wikipedia entry changed. No sooner had he denied accusations of misusing his editing privileges than the relationship soured in spectacular Wales is a force of nature kind of guy, travelling the world extolling the virtues of the open-source nature of the Wikipedia project. But one fact, above all, assures his leadership status: he could have got very rich from turning Wikipedia into a traditional media company. faced controversy even over his age, with suggestions that he doctored his own Wikipedia entry to knock it down a couple of years (which is why his date of birth requires no fewer than four footnotes). The battling over his own Wikipedia page reached fever pitch last year as it was revealed that he had been conducting a relationship with

Leroy Neiman Magic

2009-02-04T23:23:00.000-08:00

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Where?"
"The far north. Alaska, I think. You can look it up in the public library. Why don't you—"
But at that point Will's money ran out, and he didn't have any more change. The dial tone purred in his ear. He put the phone down and looked around.
What he wanted above all was to speak to his mother. He had to stop himself from dialing Mrs. Cooper's number, because if he heard his mother's voice, it would be very hard not to go back to her, and that would put both of them in he simply made himself part of the background.
So now, knowing the sort of world he lived in, he went into a stationery shop and bought a ballpoint, a pad of paper, and a clipboard. Schools often sent groups of pupils off to do a shopping survey, or something of the sort, and if he seemed to be on a project danger. But he could send her a postcard.He chose a view of the city, and wrote: "DEAR MUM, I AM SAFE AND WELL, AND I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN SOON. I HOPE EVERYTHING IS ALL RIGHT. I LOVE YOU. WILL." Then he addressed it and bought a stamp and held the card close to him for a minute before dropping it in the mailbox.It was midmorning, and he was in the main shopping street, where buses shouldered their way through crowds of pedestrians. He began to realize how exposed he was; for it was a weekday, when a child of his age should have been in school. Where could he go?It didn't take him long to hide. Will could vanish easily enough, because he was good at it; he was even proud of his skill. Like Serafina Pekkala on the ship,

Leroy Neiman Jazz Horns

2009-02-03T21:55:00.000-08:00

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to another world. Who else has ever done that? Who else could think of it? So with one part of me, Serafina Pekkala, I say he's mad, wicked, deranged. Yet with another part I think, he's Lord Asriel, he's not like other men. Maybe… if it was ever going to be possible, it'd be done by him and by no one else."
"And what will . She was deeply troubled, and there was no need to explain: every strand of moss, every icy puddle, every midge in her thrilled against her nerves and called her back. She felt fear for them, but fear of herself, too, for she was having to change. These were human affairs she was inquiring into, this was a human matter; Lord Asriel's god was not hers. Was she becoming human? Was you do, Thorold?""I'll stay here and wait. I'll guard this house till he comes back and tells me different, or till I die. And now I might ask you the same question, ma'am.""I'm going to make sure the child is safe," she said. "It might be that I have to pass this way again, Thorold. I'm glad to know that you will still be here.""I won't budge," he told her.She refused Thorold's offer of food, and said good-bye.A minute or so later she joined her goose daemon again, and the daemon kept silence with her as they soared and wheeled above the foggy mountains

William Blake Nebuchadnezzar

2009-02-03T01:12:00.000-08:00

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That's when Sprint decided to sue.
Sprint's lawyers alleged that Cogent had failed the trial and thus should be paying for the connection under the contract's terms. Cogent's counter-suit claimed that it had actually passed the trial and besides, if Sprint no longer felt it on Sprint (like the U.S. federal court system) for Web access could no longer communicate with customers who relied solely of Cogent for their Web connections (like many large law firms), and vice versa.
Angry calls from customers began to flood both companies, and it quickly became clear that Sprint had made a grave strategic error. In the was getting value out of connecting to Cogent directly, it was free to do what any utility would do to a non-paying customer: disconnect them.That's exactly what Sprint began to do. It started severing the 10 links between the two networks, hoping that Schaeffer would back down. He didn't. At 4 p.m. ET on Oct. 30, Sprint cut the last connection. In an instant, customers who relied solely

Thomas Moran View of Venice

2009-02-02T19:41:00.000-08:00

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workmanship: rare vessels of ancient knot wood, lengths of the finest rope and cord, lacquered bowls, and strong and light that even the Fen-dwelling gyptians had never seen the like.
Having shared the feast, the captain thanked his hosts and left to supervise the crew as they took on board the stores and coming out, still in their endless procession. The mulefa were planting a grove around it, because it was a holy place, they said; they would maintain it forever; it was a source of joy.
"Well, this is a mystery," said Farder Coram, "and I'm glad I lived long enough to see it. To go into the dark of death is a thing we all fear; say what we like, we fear it. But if there's a way out for that part of us that has to go down there, then it makes my heart lighter."
"You're right, Coram," said John Faa. "I've seen a good many water that they needed, because they meant to sail as soon as morning came. While they were doing that, the old zalif said to his guests:"A great change has come over everything. And as a token, we have been granted a responsibility. We would like to show you what this means."So John Faa, Farder Coram, Mary, and Serafina went with them to the place where the land of the dead opened, and where the ghosts were

Leroy Neiman Rocky vs Apollo

2009-02-01T18:46:00.000-08:00

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Next morning Lyra woke up from a dream in which Pantalaimon had come back to her and revealed his final shape; and she had loved it, but now she had no idea what it was.
The sun hadn't long risen, and the air had a fresh bloom. She could see the sunlight through the open door of the little naked. She was indignant for a moment, and then she saw some clean clothes folded beside her on the floor: a shirt of Mary's, a length of soft, light patterned cloth that she could tie into a skirt. She put them on, feeling swamped in the shirt, but at least decent.
She left the hut. Pantalaimon was nearby; she was sure of it. She could almost hear him talking and laughing. It must mean that he was thatched hut she slept in, Mary's house. She lay for a while listening. There were birds outside, and some kind of cricket, and Mary was breathing quietly in her sleep nearby.Lyra sat up and found herself

Jack Vettriano The Smooth Operator

2009-01-22T00:02:00.000-08:00

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Oh!" she said, and turned to Will, smiling with delight.
Two of the creatures were fitted with bridles and stirrups of braided cord. Not saddles; their diamond-shaped backs turned out to be comfortable enough without them. Lyra had ridden a bear, and Will had ridden a bicycle, but moved down the slight slope, going slowly through the grass. The movement was humpy, but not uncomfortable, because the creatures had no spine; Will and Lyra felt that they were sitting on chairs with a well-sprung seat.
Soon they came to what they hadn't seen clearly from the bluff: one of those patches of black or dark brown ground. And they were as surprised to find roads of smooth neither had ridden a horse, which was the closest comparison. However, riders of horses are usually in control, and the children soon found that they were not: the reins and the stirrups were there simply to give them something to hold on to and balance with. The creatures themselves made all the decisions."Where are…" Will began to say, but had to stop and regain his balance as the creature moved under him.The group swung around and

Diane Romanello Weeping Willows

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

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up the knife, and had to stop as a racking bout of nausea shook him from head to toe. There was nothing left in his stomach, and the spasm hurt dreadfully. Lyra beside him was in the same state. Lee's ghost, seeing why, leapt for the daemons and wrestled with the pale thing that was coming through both trembling and weak with fear, exhaustion, nausea, and pain, but giving up was inconceivable. Lyra tore at the brambles with her bare hands, Will slashed and hacked to left and right, as around them the combat of the shadowy beings became more and more savage.were thick, tangled, confusing.
"Keep close," he called to Lyra, and then cried out as a bramble sliced across his cheek.
All around them there was movement, noise, and struggle. The shadows moved to and fro like branches in a high

Gustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio)

2009-01-20T01:27:00.001-08:00

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malice.
Lord Roke waited for the chance and then darted across to Mrs. Coulter's seat, and was up in the shadow of her shoulder in a moment.
"What are they doing?" she murmured.
"Landing. We're near the tucked Mrs. Coulter's silk collar inside solicitously, for all the world like a fastidious couturier attending to his favorite model, while all the time making sure that Lord Roke was completely hidden in the folds of the coat.
He was just in time. Not a minute later a soldier armed with a rifle came to order Mrs. Coulter out of the airship.
"Must I have these handcuffs on?" she said.generating station.""Are you going to stay with me, or work on your own?" she whispered."I'll stay with you. I'll have to hide under your coat."She was wearing a heavy sheepskin coat, uncomfortably hot in the heated cabin, but with her hands manacled she couldn't take it off."Go on, now," she said, looking around, and he darted inside the breast, finding a fur-lined pocket where he could sit securely. The golden monkey

Bill Brauer The Gold Dress

2009-01-18T21:28:00.000-08:00

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rope was kindly on her hands, and although she hadn't wanted to think about the problem of getting on top of the first branch, she found that the deep fissures in the bark helped her to get a solid purchase and feel secure. In fact, only fifteen rope again, and set off.
After ten minutes' careful climbing she found herself right in the thickest part of the canopy. She could reach the long leaves and run them through her hands; she found flower after flower, off-white and absurdly small, each growing the little coin-sized thing that minutes after she'd left the ground, she was standing on the first branch and planning her route to the next.She had brought two more coils of rope with her, intending to make a web of fixed lines to serve in place of the pitons and anchors and "friends" and other hardware she relied on when climbing a rock face. Tying them in place took her some minutes more, and once she'd secured herself, she chose what looked like the most promising branch, coiled her spare

Jack Vettriano Union Jack

2009-01-16T00:46:00.000-08:00

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you realize what you're doing?"
"Yes."
"You don't. You're a in her chest, and stamped her foot, unable to keep still.
"You don't know," she cried, "you just don't know what I got in my head or my heart, do you? I don't know if you people ever have children, maybe you lay eggs or something, I wouldn't be surprised, because you're not kind, you're not generous, you're not considerate, you're not cruel, even, that would be better, if you were cruel, because it'd mean you took us serious, you didn't just go along with us when it suited you... Oh, I can't trust you at all now! You said you'd help and we'd do it together, and now you want to stop us, you're the dishonest one

thoughtless, irresponsible, lying child. Fantasy comes so easily to you that your whole nature is riddled with dishonesty, and you don't even admit the truth when it stares you in the face. Well, if you can't see it, I'll tell you plainly: you cannot, you must not risk your death. You must come back with us now. I'll call Lord Asriel and we can be safe in the fortress in hours."Lyra felt a great sob of rage building up

Jack Vettriano Right X

2009-01-15T22:56:00.000-08:00

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make the fire burn faster.
Eventually the hammer was formed to Iorek's satisfaction, and he set the first two pieces of the blade of the subtle knife among the fierce-burning wood at the heart of the fire, and told Lyra to begin wafting the stone-gas over them. The bear watched, his long white face lurid in the glare, and Will saw the surface of the metal begin to glow red and then yellow and then white.
Iorek was watching and then raised his left paw high and struck a blow with the rock hammer.
The knife tip leapt on the rock under the massive blow. Will was thinking that thedepended on what happened in that tiny triangle of metal, that point that searched out the gaps inside the atoms, and all his nerves trembled, sensing every flicker of every flame and the loosening of every atom in the lattice of the metal. Before this began, he had supposed closely, his paw held ready to snatch the pieces out. After a few moments the metal changed again, and the surface became shiny and glistening, and sparks just like those from a firework sprayed up from it.Then Iorek moved. His right paw darted in and seized first one piece and then the other, holding them between the tips of his massive claws and placing them on the slab of iron that was the backplate of his armor. Will could smell the claws burning, but Iorek took no notice of that, and moving with extraordinary speed he adjusted the angle at which the pieces overlapped

Salvador Dali Leda Atomica

2009-01-15T00:46:00.001-08:00

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Then how can you know everything it does?"
"I can't. But I must still use it, and do what I can to help good things come about. If I did nothing, I'd be worse than useless. I'd be guilty."
Lyra was following this closely, and seeing Iorek still unwilling, she said:
"Iorek, you , use it, we won't stop you.' All right, we don't know what it does, but I can ask the alethiometer, can't I? Then we'd know. And we could think about it properly, instead of just guessing and being afraid."
Will didn't want to mention his own most pressing reason: if the knife was not repaired, he might never get see his mother again; she would never know what had happened; she'd think he'd abandoned her as his father had done. The knife would have been directly responsible for both their desertions. He must use it to return to her, or never forgive know how wicked those Bolvangar people were. If we can't win, then they're going to be able to carry on doing those kind of things forever. And besides, if we don't have the knife, then they might get hold of it themselves. We never knew about it when I first met you, Iorek, and nor did anyone, but now that we do, we got to use it ourselves, we can't just not. That'd be feeble, and it'd be wrong, too, it'd be just like handing it over to 'em and saying, 'Go on

Paul Klee The Golden Fish

2009-01-14T00:49:00.000-08:00

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Will said to the man beside him, "Why are they attacking the town?"
"They want fuel. But we have no dealings with bears. Now they are leaving their kingdom and sailing up the river, who knows . Let me speak to the bear!"
There was a sudden lull, and everyone stood still, astonished at this crazy behavior. The bear himself, who had been gathering his strength to charge the gunners, stayed where he was, but every line of his body trembled with ferocity. His great claws dug into the ground, and his black eyes glowed with rage under the iron helmet.
"What are you? What do you want?" he roared in English, since Will had spoken what they will do? So we must fight them. Pirates, robbers...”The great bear had come down the gangway, and massed behind him were several others, so heavy that the ship listed; and Will saw that the men on the wharf had gone back to the gun and were loading a shell into the breech.An idea came, and he ran out onto the quayside, right into the empty space between the gunners and the bear."Stop!" he shouted. "Stop fighting

John Constable Wivenhoe Park

2009-01-13T21:26:00.000-08:00

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substance as long and as thick as his forearm. At first he thought it was leather, but in the sunlight he saw it clearly to be dried meat.
Well, he had a knife, after all. He cut a thin sliver and found it chewy and very slightly salty, but full of good flavor. He put the meat and the matches together with the mess tin into his rucksack and searched the other tents, but found them empty.
He left the largest till last.
"Is that where the dead man is?" he said to the air.
"Yes," said Balthamos. "He have known exactly what to take. Will had to guess. He took a small magnifying glass in a steel case, because he could use it to light fires and save his matches; a reel of tough twine; an alloy canteen for water, much lighter than the goatskin flask he had been carrying, and a small tin cup; a small pair of binoculars; a roll of gold coins the size of a man's thumb, wrapped in paper; a first-aid kit; water-purifying tablets; a packet of has been poisoned."Will walked carefully around to the entrance, which faced the lake. Sprawled beside an overturned canvas chair was the body of the man known in Will's world as Sir Charles Latrom, and in Lyra's as Lord Boreal, the man who stole her alethiometer, which theft in turn led Will to the subtle knife itself. Sir Charles had been smooth, dishonest, and powerful, and now he was dead. His face was distorted unpleasantly, and Will didn't want to look at it, but a glance inside the tent showed that there were plenty of things to steal, so he stepped over the body to look more closely.His father, the soldier, the explorer, would

Winslow Homer West Point Prout's Neck

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

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a mongoose, but red-gold in color and smaller. The golden monkey was tenderly smoothing the fur between the sleeping daemon's ears, and as Ama looked, the mongoose creature stirred uneasily and uttered a hoarse little mew. Ama's daemon, mouse-formed, pressed himself close to Ama's neck and peered fearfully through her hair. sad and loving eyes, and smiled at Ama with such brave, wise compassion that the little girl felt tears fill her gaze.
Mrs. Coulter took Ama's hand as they went back to the cave entrance, and saw the girl's father watching anxiously from below. The woman put her hands together and bowed to him, and he responded with relief as his daughter, having bowed both to Mrs. Coulter and to the enchanted "So you can tell your father what you've seen," Mrs. Coulter went on. "No evil spirit. Just my daughter, asleep under a spell, and in my care. But, please, Ama, tell your father that this must be a secret. No one but you two must know Lyra is here. If the enchanter knew where she was, he would seek her out and destroy her, and me, and everything nearby. So hush! Tell your father, and no one else."She knelt beside Lyra and smoothed the damp hair back from the sleeping face before bending low to kiss her daughter's cheek. Then she looked up with

Jack Vettriano The Smooth Operator

2009-01-12T00:44:00.000-08:00

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It's one thing to follow the teachings of Jesus, but it's another thing to try to eat like him, talk like him, look like him, even vote like him. ago, and I thought, well, if a secular Jew could do this, certainly a follower of Jesus could," Dobson said today on "Good Morning America Weekend."
Dobson, the vice president of spiritual formation at Cornerstone University in Grand Rapids, Mich., said he did not shave, ate kosher, observed the Sabbath and read through the gospels of Matthew, Mark, Luke and John every After reading the book "A Year of Living Biblically," by A.J. Jacobs, former pastor Ed Dobson decided to devote a year trying to live as Jesus did, based on what is written about him in the Bible and other historical documents."I read that book a little over a year

Pablo Picasso the dog

2009-01-11T23:06:00.000-08:00

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Some guys seem to forget that vaginal stimulation alone will get younowhere. For a really powerful orgasm, the clitoris has got to beinvolved. This is a great little hand technique that's been around fordecades. And, judging by its name, it's 100% American-made.Here's What You Need:One bottle of water-based lubricant.Here's How brush by the clitoris on the downstroke.Repeat this up-and-down motion until you achieve the desired result -- asatisfying orgasm for your woman. When you do, you will havesuccessfully "hitched to Milwaukee." Congratulations. You'll neverwatch a rerun of "Laverne & Shirley" the same way againYou Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back, her knees bent andlegs open wide. Sit down in between your woman's legs.Tuck in the fingers and extend the , as if youwere hitchhiking. Apply a few drops of lubricant to the middle knuckles(your middle knuckles are the same ones you would use to knock on adoor).Turn your wrist so that your knuckles are parallel to your woman'svagina.Maintaining the hitchhiking gesture, gently touch her clitoris with theknuckle of your forefinger. Sweep your wrist upward so that all fourknuckles brush against and stimulate the clitoris. Then, reverse themotion so that all four knuckles

Rodney White Nothing to Dream

2009-01-11T23:04:00.000-08:00

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You can't go wrong giving a woman roses. Here's a unique, romantictechnique that will touch her heart as well as a more erotic location onher body.Here's What You Need:One thornless rose.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back.Hold the rose over her stomach. Glide the rose over your woman's skinwhile on the tip of yourforefinger. Gently press the soft, silky rose petal to your woman's clitoris.Imagine the numeral "8" laid on its side. That's the pattern you want totrace with your finger on and around her aroused clitoris (the petalshould follow your finger).Vary the patterns you trace, as well as the intensity with which you press,until you find just the right combination to bring your woman to aromantic, unforgettable climax.PAGEsimultaneously twirling it back and forth between your fingers.Brush the rose over her breasts, cleavage, neck, face and arms. Move itdown her legs and let the rose tickle her toes. Finally, stroke yourwoman's vagina with the rose until she's ready for something a littlemore stimulating.Now pull a single petal from the rose and place it

Andy Warhol One Blue Pussy

2009-01-09T20:55:00.001-08:00

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wine through the fabric and into your mouth. Don't be surprised as yourwoman presses her hips against your face -- this is extremely erotic.Do this three or four times, then set down the bottle of wine.Gather the crotch of your woman's panties together in one hand.Position your open mouth underneath and squeeze hard. This If you can manage it, this is a position she'll never forget.Here's What You Need:Just the two of you.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. You, too.Sit on the edge of the bed and have your woman stand in front of you.Tell your woman to place one leg on the bed, then the other, and sit onyour lap as your enter her.Now that she's sitting on your lap with you inside of her, have her placeshouldwring out a small trickle of wine from her panties onto your tongue.Keep holding the crotch of her panties in your hand and pull them to oneside. Now pleasure your woman orally until she explodes in a deliciousorgasm.

Andy Warhol Brooklyn Bridge Orange Blue Lime

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

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Both men and women undergo physical, psychological and hormonal changes that are normal, gradual and subtle -- touching all systems of the body, including that most active sex organ, the brain. "Men and women who recognize vaginal tissues may become thinner, drier and slower to lubricate. She may lose protective fatty tissue in the pubic area while gaining weight elsewhere. Once pleasurable, intercourse may now feel uncomfortable, even painful. Not understanding these natural physical changes, she may complain that her husband is being too rough and withdraw from sex. Her husband may mistakenly what's going on, in both themselves and their partners, can make adjustments," Schumacher says, "and can even improve their sex lives." For women, some of the changes are caused by menopause, which occurs when female hormones decrease, bringing a halt to menstruation. On average, that happens in the early 50s. But the process often begins in the early to mid-40s and spans four or five years. During this perimenopausal period, a woman's

Jack Vettriano Back Where You Belong

2009-01-06T23:14:00.000-08:00

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Most people believe that they are reasonably healthy. Exercise, having a solid diet, and keeping stress to a minimum is a great way to live a longer, happier, and That being said, will taking vitamin supplements help you even more? Who should take vitamin supplements? Are vitamin supplements only for extremely unhealthy people who simply don't have the time to exercise and eat right? You may be surprised to find out that vitamin supplements are a good idea for everyone, even the people.
Consider an average person, half of the requirements forliving. Eating right is just as important as exercise. If you are finding yourself too busy to sit down and prepare a solid meal, then you should be taking vitamin supplements. Taking vitamins with breakfast is always a good idea. Breakfast is probably the most important meal of the day (yet many people skip it), and so it can be enhanced by taking special vitamin supplements.on an average day. How many items does the average person eat that are simply loaded with useless calories and no ? Today, more and more people are "too busy" to prepare healthy meals and eat specific foods in order to get their daily recommended amounts of vitamins. Some of these people may exercise, but exercising is only doing

Jack Vettriano Soho Nights

2009-01-05T22:37:00.000-08:00

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smallest and had kept out of the way till then, sitting at the foot of a column in an attitude of indifference, seemingly rapt in contemplation. The little King was the only one who had taken no notice of the "Live Children." His beautiful, liquid eyes, eyes as blue as the palace, were pursuing endless dreams; his right hand supported his head, which , Saturn and Neptune, which are too ridiculously far away."
Thereupon, he toddled off the step again and resumed his first attitude, showing that was already heavy with thought; his short tunic showed his dimpled knees; and a golden crown rested on his yellow locks. When he cried, "Here I am!" the baby rose from the step on which he was sitting and tried to climb on to it at one stride; but he was still so awkward that he lost his balance and fell upon his nose. He at once picked himself up with so much dignity that nobody dared make fun of him; and, this time, he scrambled up on all fours and then, putting his legs wide apart, stood and eyed Tyltyl from top to toe. "You're not very big!" said Tyltyl, doing his best to keep from laughing. "I shall do great things when I am!" retorted the King, in a tone that admitted of no reply. "And what will you do?" asked Tyltyl. "I shall found the General Confederation of the Solar Planets," said the King, in a very pompous voice. Our friend was so much impressed that he could not find a word to say; and the King continued: "All the Planets will belong to it, except Uranus

Andy Warhol Shot Orange Marilyn 1964 painting

2009-01-04T22:31:00.000-08:00

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THE Fairy Bérylune had told the Children that the Land of Memory was not far off; but to reach it you had to go through a forest that was so dense and so old that your eyes could not see the tops of the trees. It was always shrouded in a heavy mist; and the Children would certainly have lost their way, if the Fairy had not said to them Mytyl. "That's a good idea! She will be pleased!" cried Tyltyl. And, as they walked along, the Children gathered a beautiful white nosegay. The dear little things did not know that every pansy (which means "a thought") that they picked brought them nearer beforehand: "It is straight ahead; and there is only one road." The ground was carpeted with flowers which were all alike: they were snow-white pansies and very pretty; but, as they never saw the sun, they had no scent. Those little flowers comforted the Children, who felt extremely lonely. A great mysterious silence surrounded them; and they trembled a little with a very pleasant sense of fear which they had never felt before. "Let's take Granny a bunch of flowers," said

Murillo San Leandro Cathedral of Seville

2009-01-02T22:03:00.000-08:00

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now since I’m the kids during the day and working at night. One thing I have noticed is that guys aren’t as sensitive if you haven’t kept in constant contact with them as opposed to my female now since I’m He with the kids during the day and working at night. One thing I have noticed is that guys aren’t as sensitive if you haven’t kept in constant contact with them as opposed to my female contemporaries. Is it just me, am I not meeting the right kind of girls to form friendships with? Sometimes I feel like its just laziness on my part of not being able to put forward the time for sustaining a friendship. I would love to hear your thoughts on this. Good, bad, thoughtful, whatever it is, I could really use some insight into contemporaries. Is it just me, am I not meeting the right kind of girls to form friendships with? Sometimes I feel like its just laziness on my part of not being able to put forward the time for sustaining a friendship. I would love to hear your thoughts on this. Good, bad, thoughtful, whatever it is, I could really use some insight into

Jack Vettriano Mr Cool

2008-12-30T00:33:00.000-08:00

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which he wasn't. "On second thoughts," said the old man, "leave it here. You must come with me. Great things are afoot." He turned towards his craft which, though no apparent signal had been given, now drifted quietly towards them through the dark. Arthur looked down at Marvin, who now made an equally big show of turning round laboriously and trudging offblinked at him. "What an extraordinary person," he muttered to himself. "I beg your pardon?" said the old man. "Oh nothing, I'm sorry," said Arthur in embarrassment. "Alright, where do we go?" "In my aircar," said the old man motioning Arthur to get into the craft which had settled silently next to them. "We are going deep into the bowels of the planet where even now our race is being revived from its five-million-year slumber. Magrathea awakes." Arthur shivered involuntarily as he seated himself next to the old man. The strangeness down into the crater again muttering sour nothings to himself. "Come," called the old man, "come now or you will be late." "Late?" said Arthur. "What for?" "What is your name, human?" "Dent. Arthur Dent," said Arthur. "Late, as in the late Dentarthurdent," said the old man, sternly. "It's a sort of threat you see." Another wistful look came into his tired old eyes. "I've never been very good at them myself, but I'm told they can be very effective." Arthur

Lorrain Landscape with Noli Me Tangere Scene

2008-12-29T23:08:00.001-08:00

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If you don’t have day-to-day freelance work, you’re not doing it right.
The fact of the matter is that whether you’re a writer, designer, or other sort of freelancer, there are plenty of different types of work you can do to keep your days from becoming too monotonous.
Still, there are times I’ve done to find more joy in my work, and make those everyday tasks just a little bit more enjoyable:Customize your workspace
You don’t work in a corporate office. You don’t have to deal with the buzz of florescent lights all day long, or stare endlessly at the drab gray cubicle walls. As a freelancer, you have the opportunity to design your own workspace. Sure, you’re when you’ve got to do some mundane tasks. You might have a design gig for a client with no imagination. You might have to write 150 pages of SEO content on household cleaning. We all have to keep our books, deal with clients, and pay our bills.I’ve found that one of the best ways to get through a drudge of a day is to insert some creativity in the process. Here are some things

Chase Back of a Nude

2008-12-28T23:19:00.000-08:00

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The authors do not know why sleep seems to be associated with less calcification; however, they propose three possible explanations.
First, there may be unknown factors common to both sleep and heart disease -- factors the researchers did not know to measure.
deposits. Other studies have looked at sleep apnea -- periods during sleep when an individual stops breathing.
Sleep apnea is associated with high blood pressure and heart attacks, but the authors did not measure this sleep phenomenon.
The authors conclude that "this study demonstrates that objectively measured sleep is inversely associated with coronary artery calcification. This study further demonstrates the utility of a simple objective measure Second, inflammation elsewhere in the body increases the risk of calcification, and this effect can be influenced by the body's natural anti-inflammatory hormone, cortisol. This hormone is released in sync with a person's sleep patterns. Increased time asleep might increase the release of cortisol -- which, in turn, might reduce inflammation and, therefore, calcium deposits.Third, blood pressure declines during sleep. Thus, it might be the case that the longer people sleep, the less their heart is exposed to elevated blood pressure. The authors note that this is the and coronary artery calcium