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Jack Vettriano Private Dancer

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

Jack Vettriano Private DancerJack Vettriano Portrait in Silver and BlackJack Vettriano pincer Movement
'Dean,' said Ridcully eventually, 'what have you done to your hair? It looks like a spike at the front and a duck's arse, excuse my Klatchian, at the back. And it's all shiny.'
'Lard. That'd be the bacon smell,' said the Lecturer.
'That's true,' said 'What did I just say?' he said.
'Have you been taking dried frog pills, old chap?' said Ridcully.
'Of course not, they're for the mentally unstable!' said the Dean.
'Ah. There's the trouble, then.'
The curtain went up or, rather, was jerkily pulled aside.
The Band With Rocks In blinked in the torchlight.
No‑one clapped. On the other hand, no‑one threwRidcully, 'but what about the floral smell?''mumblemumblemumblelavendermumble,' said the Dean sullenly.'Pardon, Dean?'‘I said it's because I added lavender oil,' said the Dean loudly. 'And some of us happen to think it's a nifty hairstyle, thank you so very much. Your trouble, Archchancellor, is that you don't understand people of our age!''What . . . you mean seven months older than me?' said Ridcully.This time the Dean hesitated.

Piet Mondrian Composition 2

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

Piet Mondrian Composition 2Steve Thoms PoppiesEdvard Munch Puberty 1894Unknown Artist Heighton After Hours
what it's all about. People join to . . . to . . . with your mind, you know, when you can't . . . things that happened . . .'
FORGET?
'Right. I'm . . .' The man's face went blank. 'Wait a minute, would you?'
He looked down at his sleeve. 'Corporal.. .' he said. He hesitated, looking worried. Then an idea struck him and he pulled at the KLATCHIAN FOREIGN LEGION . . .
'Right. The pay is three dollars a week and all the sand you can eat. I hope you like sand.'
I SEE YOU CAN REMEMBER ABOUT SAND.
'Believe me, you won't ever forget sand,' said the corporal bitterly.collar of his vest and twisted his neck until he could squint, with considerable difficulty, at the label thus revealed.'Corporal . . . Medium? Does that sound right?'I DON'T THINK SO.'Corporal . . . Hand Wash Only?'PROBABLY NOT.'Corporal . . . Cotton?'IT'S A POSSIBILITY.'Right. Well, welcome to the . . . er . . .'

Pino Soft Light

2009-05-07T00:44:00.000-07:00

Pino Soft LightPino Long DayPino Desire
fetched some water and cleaned her fur as best he could.
What he did next would have surprised, say, a troll or a dwarf or anyone who didn't know about the human mind's reaction to , see his face in it.
He heard, far off, Fondel's 'Wedding March' scored for Monstrous Organ with Miscellaneous Farmyard Noises accompaniment. He fished out a half bottle of rum from what Sergeant Colon thought was his secure hiding place, poured himself a very small amount, and drank a toast to the sound, saying, 'Here's to Mr Vimes and Lady Ramkin!' in a clear, sincere voice which would have severely embarrassed anyone who had heard it.
There was a scratching at the door. He let Gaspode in. The little dog slunk under the tablestressful circumstances.He wrote his report. He swept the main room's floor; there was a rota, and it was his turn. He had a wash. He changed his shirt, and dressed the wound on his shoulder, and cleaned his armour, rubbing with wire wool and a graded series of cloths until he could, once again

George Bellows Red Sun

2009-05-04T23:29:00.000-07:00

George Bellows Red SunGeorge Bellows Polo CrowdGeorge Bellows Gull Rock and Whitehead
dropped it on the cobbles. It didn't look any better to Angua's lupine eyes.
'What for?' she said.
'Stuffed with nourishin' marrowbone jelly, that bone,' he said accusingly.
'Forget it,' said'That was a good bone,' he said. 'Hardly even started going green. Hah! I bet you wouldn't say no to a box of chocolates from Mr Hunk, though.'
He cringed as she rounded on him.
'What are you talking about?'
'Nothing! Nothing!' Angua. 'Now, how do you normally get into the Assassins' Guild?''And maybe afterwards we could kind of hang out in the middens along Phedre Road?' said Gaspode, his stump of a tail still thumping the ground. 'There's rats along there that'll make your hair stand on—No, all right, forget I mentioned it,' he finished quickly, when fire flashed for a moment in Angua's eyes.He sighed.'There's a drain by the kitchens,' he said.'Big enough for a human?''Not even for a dwarf. But it won't be worth it. It's spaghetti tonight. You don't get many bones in spaghetti—''Come on.'He limped along.

Vincent van Gogh Roses

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

Vincent van Gogh RosesFrancois Boucher The Marquise de PompadourFrank Dicksee PassionAndrea del Sarto Holy Family
took a deep breath.
'Interesting stuff, captain. Me and Nobby did some detectoring up at the Fools' Guild. I've writ it all down what we found out. It's all here. A proper report.'
'Fine.'
'All written down, look. Properly. Punctuation and everything.'
'Well done.'
'It's got commas and everything, look.'
'I'm sure I shall enjoy it, Fred.'
'And the—and Cuddy and Detritus have found out stuff, too. Cuddy's done a report, too. But it's not got so much punctuation as mine.'
'How long by eight-and-two?'
Longer pause.
'Two-enty-nine . . .?'have I been asleep?''Six hours.'Vimes tried to make mental space for all of this, and failed.'I've got to get something inside me,' he said. 'Some coffee or something. And then the world will somehow be better.' Anyone strolling along Phedre Road might have seen a troll and a dwarf apparently shouting at one another in excitement.A two-thirtytwo, and eight, and a one!''See? How many bricks in that pile?'Pause.A sixteen, an eight, a four, a one!''Remember what I said about dividing
'Right!'
'Right!'
'You can get there!'

Paul Cezanne The Banks of the Marne

2009-04-28T00:06:00.000-07:00

Paul Cezanne The Banks of the MarnePaul Cezanne Still Life with OnionsPaul Cezanne Still Life with KettlePaul Cezanne Still Life with Fruit
'Cos you a man,' said Detritus.
Angua was bright enough to pause for a moment to think this over.
'A woman,' she said.
'Same thing.'I haven't really had a chance to look around,' she said. 'But I saw a place in Gleam Street.'
Which meant that they had to cross the river, at least two of them trying to indicate to passers-by that they weren't with at least one of the other two. Which meant that, with desperate nonchalance, they were looking around.
Which meant that Cuddy saw the dwarf in the water.''Only in broad terms. Come on, let's go and have a drink . . .'The transient moment of camaraderie in adversity completely evaporated.'Drink with a troll?''Drink with a dwarf?''All right,' said Angua. 'How about you and you coming and having a drink with me?'Angua removed her helmet and shook out her hair. Female trolls don't have hair, although the more fortunate ones are able to cultivate a fine growth of lichen, and a female dwarf is more likely to be complimented on the silkiness of her beard than on her scalp. But it was just possible the sight of Angua scraped little sparks off some shared, ancient, cosmic maleness.

John William Waterhouse Waterhouse Ophelia

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

John William Waterhouse Waterhouse OpheliaLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra BenciLeonardo da Vinci The Madonna of the CarnationLeonardo da Vinci da Vinci Self Portrait
'Well?' said one of them. 'I think I've seen him walking around the city. So? He's just a watchman, Edward.'
'Of course. It is essential that he should be. A humble station in life. It all fits the classic p-attern.' Edward d'Eath gave a signal. There was a click as another glass slide was slotted in. 'This one was not p-ainted from life. King P-paragore. Taken 'Yes, Mr Edward.'
Click!
'And this is a rather good – well done, Bl-enkin – image of the bust of Queen Coanna.'
'Thank you, Mr Edward.'from an old p-ainting. This one' – click! - 'is King Veltrick III. From another p-portrait. This one is Queen Alguinna IV . . . note the line of the chin? This one' – click! —'is a sevenpenny p-iece from the reign of Webblethorpe the Unconscious, note again the detail of the chin and general b-bone structure, and this' – click! - 'is. . .an upside d-own picture of a vase of flowers. D-elphiniums, I believe. Why is this?''Er, sorry, Mr Edward, I 'ad a few glass plates left and the demons weren't tired and—''Next slide, please. And then you may leave us.''Yes, Mr Edward.''Report to the d-uty torturer.'

Vincent van Gogh The Yellow House

2009-04-24T00:55:00.001-07:00

Vincent van Gogh The Yellow HouseLeonardo da Vinci Virgin of the RocksLeonardo da Vinci St John the Baptist
narrow little valley a few miles away a party of elves had found a nest of young rabbits which, in conjunction with a nearby antheap, kept them amused for a while.
Even the meek and blind and voiceless have gods.
Heme the of leaves, aware even as his vision fogged that elves were overtaking him on either side, pacing him, waiting for him to ...
The leaves exploded. The little god was briefly aware of a fanged shape, all arms and vengeance. Then there were a couple of disheveled humans, one of them waving an iron bar around its head.
Heme didn’t wait to see what happened next. He dived through the apparition’s Hunted, god of the chased, crept through the bushes and wished fervently that gods had gods.The elves had their backs to him as they hunkered down to watch closely.Heme the Hunted crawled under a clump of bramble, tensed, and sprang.He sank his teeth in an elfs calf until they met, and was flung away as it screamed and turned.He dropped and ran.That was the problem. He wasn’t built to fight, there was not an ounce of predator in him. Attack and run, that was the only option.256LOR06 ft/VO LftD/£6And elves could run faster.He bounced over logs and skidded through drifts

Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS AT THE AHWAHNEE

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

Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS AT THE AHWAHNEECamille Pissarro Still Life with Apples and PitcherWinslow Homer The Houses of ParliamentWinslow Homer Children on the Beach
your pardon?”
“A tater tate? Do you do it with your clothes on or what?”
“It means an intimate meeting, my good woman.”
“Is that all? Oh. Ta.”
Nanny Ogg elbowed her way back to the vibrating dwarf.
“You’re on,” she said.
“I thought we could have a little private dinner, just you and me,” said Casanunda. “In one of the taverns?”
Never, in a long have really thought that Granny Weatherwax was chaperon-ing her.
Compliments and flattery had also been very minor com-ponents in the machinery of Nanny Ogg’s courtships.
“Yes, all right,” she said.
“And now I shall circulate, so that people don’t talk and ruin your reputation,” said Casanunda, bowing and kissing history of romance, had Nanny Ogg ever been taken out for an intimate dinner. Her courtships had been more noted for their quantity than their quality.178LORQ6 ft(VO LftQf£6“OK,” was all she could think of to say.“Dodge your chaperone and meet me at six o’clock?”Nanny Ogg glanced at Granny Weatherwax, who was watching them disapprovingly from a distance.“She’s not my—“ she began.Then it dawned on her that Casanunda couldn’t possibly

Cao Yong WINDS OF LOVE

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

Cao Yong WINDS OF LOVECao Yong Walk In GardenCao Yong VILLA ENCANTADA
Everyone may be right, all at the same time. That’s the thing about quantum.
It was early morning. Shawn Ogg was on guard on the bat-tlements of Lancre castle, all that stood between the inmates and any time, since
guard duty in Lancre involved such an awful lot of it. There
Terry Pratchett
was Getting The Nostrils Really Clean, that was a good one. Or Farting Tunes. Or Standing On One Leg. Holding His Breath and Counting was something he fell back on when he couldn’t think of anything else and his meals hadn’t been too rich in carbohydrates.
There were a couple of loud creaks from the door knocker, far below. There was so much mighty barbarian hordes that might be in the area.He enjoyed the military life. Sometimes he wished a small horde would attack, just so’s he could Save the Day. He daydreamed of leading an army into battle, and wished the king would get one.A brief scream indicated that Hodgesaargh was giving his charges their morning finger.Shawn ignored the noise. It was part of the background hum of the castle. He was passing the time by seeing how long he could hold his breath.He had any amount of ways of passing the

Pino THE DANCER

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

Pino THE DANCERPino SWEET DREAMSPino SENSUALITY
there is such a creature as a swarm, whose component cells are just a bit more mobile than those of, say, the common whelk. Swarms see every-thing and sense a lot more, and they can remember things for years, although their memory tends tothem for someone to talk to.
For the first time since she’d returned home, she went to the hives.
And stared.
Bees were boiling out of the entrances. The thrum of wings filled the normally calm little patch behind the rasp-berry bushes. Brown bodies zipped through the air like hori-zontal hail.
She wished she knew why. be external and built out of wax. A honeycomb is a hive’s memory—the placement of egg cells, pollen cells, queen cells, honey cells, different types of honey, are all part of the memory array.And then there are the big fat drones. People think all they do is hang around the hive all year, waiting for those few brief minutes when the queen even notices their exis-tence, but that doesn’t explain why they’ve got more sense organs than the roof of the CIA building.Granny didn’t really keep bees. She took some old waxevery year, for candles, and the occasional pound of honey46LQR06 ftfVO iftQ/£6that the hives felt they could spare, but mainly she had

Thomas Kinkade City by the Bay

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

Thomas Kinkade City by the BayThomas Kinkade Blessings of ChristmasThomas Kinkade Beyond Summer Gate
sympathetic fire leapt from spear-tip and sword-point.
Simony looked up at the booming darkness.
"What the hell's happening?" He nudged the body next to him.
It was Argavisti."I'm not that happy myself," said Simony. "Gods? Huh!"
"This is no time for impiety," said Rham-ap-Efan.
There was a shower of grapes outside.
"Can't think of a better one," said Simony. They stared at one another.More thunder smashed across the sky. Waves climbed up one another to rip into the fleet. Hull drifted with awful grace into hull, giving the bass line of the thunder a counterpoint of groaning wood.A broken spar thudded into the sand by Simony's head."We're dead if we stay here," he said. "Come on."They staggered through the spray and sand, amidst groups of cowering and praying soldiers, fetching up against something hard, half-covered.They crawled into the calm under the Turtle.Other people had already had the same idea. Shadowy figures sat or sprawled in the darkness. Urn sat dejectedly on his toolbox. There was a hint of gutted fish."The gods are angry," said Borvorius."Bloody furious," said Argavisti.

Diego Rivera The Flower Seller

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

Diego Rivera The Flower SellerGustav Klimt The MusicGustav Klimt The Friends
smile, nod.
It was good tea.
"S'not 'n important gates he stopped running and started sweeping. He swept up to the gates, swept around the gates themselves, nodded and smiled at a soldier who glared at him and then realized that it was only the daft old sweeper, polished one of the handles of the gates, and swept his way by passages and cloisters to Brutha's vegetable garden.
He could see a figure crouched among the melons.
Lu-Tze found a rug and padded back out into the garden, where Brutha was sitting hunched cast anyway," said Urn, swaying. "Jus' the control levers-”Lu-Tze caught him carefully and steered him to a seat on a heap of charcoal. Then he went and watched the forge for a while. The bar of steel was glowing in the mold.He poured a bucket of cold water over it, watched the great cloud of steam spread and disperse, and then put his broom over his shoulder and ran away hurriedly.People to whom Lu-Tze was a vaguely glimpsed figure behind a very slow broom would have been surprised at his turn of speed, especially in a man six thousand years old who ate nothing but brown rice and drank only green tea with a knob of rancid butter in it.A little way away from the Citadel's main

Henri Rousseau Exotic Landscape

2009-04-15T00:19:00.001-07:00

Henri Rousseau Exotic LandscapeHenri Rousseau Exotic Landscape 1908Henri Rousseau Eve
that a hypotenuse? It's wiggly."
"It's not wiggly. It's drawing it straight and you're looking at it in a wiggly way!"
"I'll bet thirty obols it can't do a square!"
"Here's forty obols says it can."
There was another pause, and then a cheer.
"Yeah!"
"That's more of a tortoise doing geometry?"
"Another daft idea, Didactylos?"
"I said so all along. It's just a tortoise."
"There's good eating on one of those things . . ."
The mass of philosophers broke up, pushing past Brutha without paying him much attention. He caught a glimpse of a circle of damp sand, covered with geometrical figures. Om was sitting in the middle of them. Behind him was a very grubby pair of philosophers, counting out a pile of coins.of a parallelogram, if you ask me," said a petulant voice."Listen, I knows a square when I sees one! And that's a square.""All right. Double or nothing then. Bet it can't do a dodecagon.""Hah! You bet it couldn't do a septagon just now.""Double or nothing. Dodecagon. Worried, eh! Feeling a bit avis domestica? Cluck-cluck?""It's a shame to take your money . . ."There was another pause."Ten sides? Ten sides? Hah!""Told you it wasn't any good! Whoever heard

Joseph Mallord William Turner Portsmouth

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

Joseph Mallord William Turner PortsmouthJohn Singer Sargent Lady AgnewLord Frederick Leighton SolitudeFrancois Boucher Venus Consoling LoveFrancois Boucher The Toilet of Venus
pattern of aphacia leaves. There was a long dagger, I think it was steel, with a black handle with seven ridges on it. There was a small piece of black cloth on the tray. There was a stylus and a slate-”
"Tell me about the coins," murmured Vorbis.
"Three of them were Citadel cents," said Brutha promptly. "Two were showing the Horns, and one the sevenfold-crown. Four of the coins were very small and golden. There was lettering on them which . . . which I could not "I am not sure-” he said.
The fat man beamed at Vorbis.
"Hah," he said.
"I think . . ." said Brutha ". . . it was in the afternoon. But it may have been the morning. Around midday. On Grune 3, in the year of the Astounded Beetle. Some merchants came read, but which if you were to give me a stylus I think I could-”"This is some sort of trick?" said the fat man."I assure you," said Vorbis, "the boy could have seen the entire room for no more than a second. Brutha . . . tell us about the other coins.""The other coins were large. They were bronze. They were derechmi from Ephebe.""How do you know this? They are hardly common in the Citadel.""I have seen them once before, lord.""When was this?"Brutha's face screwed up with effort.

Paul Cezanne Mount Sainte Victoire

2009-04-13T00:34:00.000-07:00

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afraid your memory was very clear on the subject.'
'Then what shall we do?'
'I don't knowAnd, among the rubble, the following conversation might have been heard:
'There's something moving under here!'
'Under that? By the two beards of Imtal, you are mishearing. It must weigh a ton.'
'Over here, brothers!'
And then sounds of much heaving would have been heard, and then:
'It's a box!'!'Rincewind thought about this and then, with an air of finality, started to take off his last sock.'No half-bricks,' he said, to no-one in particular. 'Have to use sand.''You're going to attack them with a sockful of sand?''No. I'm going to run away from them. The sockful of sand is for when they follow.' People were returning to Al Khali, where the ruined tower was a smoking heap of stones. A few brave souls turned their attention to the wreckage, on the basis that there might be survivors who could be rescued or looted or both.

Herbert James Draper Day and the Dawnstar

2009-04-10T00:11:00.000-07:00

Herbert James Draper Day and the DawnstarGeorge Inness The Delaware Water GapGeorge Inness Spring
'The hat's talking through him, you mean,' said Conina, and she backed away too, as one tends to do in the presence of horror.
'Eh?'
'I will not harm you. You have been of some service,' said Abrim, stepping forwards with his hands out. 'But you are , not taking her eyes off the ghastly figure.
'I'm looking up the Index of Wandering Monsters,' said Nijel. 'Do you think it's an Undead? They're awfully difficult to kill, you need garlic and,-’
'You won't find this in there,' said Rincewind slowly. 'It's - it's a vampire hat.'
'Of course, it might be a Zombie,' said Nijel, running his finger down a page. 'It says here you need black pepper and sea salt, but-’
'You're supposed to fight the bloody things, not right. He thought he could gain power through wearing me. Of course, it is the other way around. An astonishingly devious and clever mind.''So you tried his head on for size?' said Rincewind. He shuddered. He'd worn the hat. Obviously he didn't have the right kind of mind. Abrim did have the right kind of mind, and now his eyes were grey and colourless, his skin was pale and he walked as though his body was hanging down from his head.Nijel had pulled out his book and was riffling feverishly through the pages.'What on earth are you doing?' said Conina

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Flower

2009-04-09T01:31:00.001-07:00

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with FlowerLeonardo da Vinci Leda 1508Thomas Kinkade The Light of Peace
turned to Spelter. So did the staff. The filigree carvings were regarding him coldly. One of them, near the top of the staff, looked unpleasantly like an eyebrow.
'You're very quiet, Spelter. Do you not agree?'
No. The world had sourcery once, and gave it up for wizardry. Wizardry is magic for men, not gods. It's not for us. There .
'Next week,' Coin repeated. 'If I say the moon will be full, there will be no argument.' He continued to stare down at the model buildings of the University, and then pointed.
'What's that?'
Carding craned.was something wrong with it, and we have forgotten what it was. I liked wizardry. It didn't upset the world. It fitted. It was right. A wizard was all I wanted to be.He looked down at his feet.'Yes,' he whispered.'Good,' said Coin, in a satisfied tone of voice. He strolled to the edge of the tower and looked down at the street map of Ankh-Morpork far below. The Tower of Art came barely a tenth of the way towards them.'I believe,' he said, 'I believe that we will hold the ceremony next week, at full moon.''Er. It won't be full moon for three weeks,' said Carding
'Er. The Library. Yes. It's the Library. Er.'

Vincent van Gogh Roses

2009-04-08T00:52:00.000-07:00

Vincent van Gogh RosesFrancois Boucher The Marquise de PompadourFrank Dicksee Passion
own labyrinth of cellars the butler prowled among his casks, decanting and tasting.
The air of expectation had even spread to the ravens who inhabited the Tower of Art, eight hundred feet high and shot out from its shelf and jerked to a mid-air halt on the end of its chain. Then he dived, rolled and landed on a copy of Maleficio's Discouverie of Demonologie that was industriously bashing at its lectern.
'Oook!' he said.reputedly the oldest building in the world. Its crumbling stones supported thriving miniature forests high above the city's rooftops. Entire species of beetles and small mammals had evolved up there and, since people rarely climbed it these days owing to the tower's distressing tendency to sway in the breeze, the ravens had it all to themselves. Now they were flying around it in a state of some agitation, like gnats before a thunderstorm. If anyone below is going to take any notice of them it might be a good idea.Something horrible was about to happen.You can tell, can't you? You're not the only one.'What's got into them?' shouted Rincewind above the din.The Librarian ducked as a leather-bound grimoire

Edgar Degas The Orchestra of the Opera

2009-04-07T00:59:00.000-07:00

Edgar Degas The Orchestra of the OperaEdgar Degas Song of the DogEdgar Degas Beach Scene
was no-one there.
In the village in the Ramtops where they understand what the Morris dance is all about, they dance it just once, at dawn, on the first day of spring. They don’t dance it after that, all through the summer. After all, what would be the point? What use would it be?
But on a .
You’ve got to dance both, they say. Otherwise you can’t dance either.
Windle Poons wandered across the Brass Bridge. It was the time in Ankh-Morpork’s day when the night people were going to bed and the day people were waking up. For once, there weren’t many of either around. Windle had felt moved to be here, at this place, on this night, now. It wasn’t exactly the feeling he’d had when he knew he was going to die. It was more the feeling that a cogwheel gets insidecertain day when the nights are drawing in, the dancers leave work early and take, from attics and cupboards, the other costume, the black one, and the other bells. And they go by separate ways to a valley among the leafless trees. They don’t speak. There is no music. It’s very hard to imagine what kind there could be.The bells don’t ring. They’re made of octiron, a magic metal. But they’re not, precisely, silent bells. Silence is merely the absence of noise. They make the opposite of noise, a sort of heavily textured silence. And in the cold afternoon, as the light drains from the sky, among the frosty leaves and in the damp air, they dance the other Morris. Because of the balance of things

Alexandre Cabanel Ophelia

2009-04-06T00:30:00.001-07:00

Alexandre Cabanel OpheliaAlexandre Cabanel CleopatraThomas Gainsborough The Watering Place
moat came with the job, style of thing. And it went all the way round, because other vampires didn’t have the street out in front of them and old Mrs Pivey complaining on one side and a family of trolls Doreen wasn’t he’d like to see one before he died . . . or whatever . . .
And other vampires didn’t suddenly find their wives talking with Vs instead of Ws. The reason being, your natural vampire talked like that anyway.speaking to on the other and therefore they didn’t end up with a moat that just went across the back yard. Arthur kept falling in it.And then there was the biting the necks of young women. Or rather, there wasn’t. Arthur was always prepared to see the other person’s point of view, but he felt certain that young women came into the vampiring somewhere, whatever Doreen said. Indiaphanous pegnoyers. Arthur wasn’t quite certain what a diaphanous pegnoyer was, but he’d read about them and he definitely felt that

Thomas Kinkade Graceland

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

Thomas Kinkade GracelandThomas Kinkade Deer Creek CottageThomas Kinkade Cobblestone Bridge
Ridcully removed his hat and stepped gingerly forward.
‘Load of rubbish !’ he roared.
The Senior Wrangler groaned and put his hand over his eyes.
Ridcully flapped his hat in front of the heap.
‘Biodegradable garbage!’
‘Poor green trash?’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes helpfully.
‘That’s , ‘ said the Dean. The heap snapped at Ridcully’s hat. There was a glop. The point of the hat had vanished.
‘Hey, there was still almost half a bottle in there!’ Ridcully roared. The Senior Wrangler grabbed his arm.
‘ Come on, Archchancellor !’
The heap swivelled and lunged towards the Bursar.the ticket,’ said the Archchancellor.’Try to infuriate the bugger.’ (Behind him, a slightly different variety of mad waspy creature popped out of the air and buzzed away.)The heap lunged at the hat.‘Midden!’ said Ridcully.‘Oh, I say,’ said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, shocked. The Dean and the Bursar crept forward, grabbed a gardener’s foot each, and pulled. Modo slid out of the heap.‘It ‘s eaten through his clothes !’ said the Dean.‘But is he all right?’‘He’s still breathing,’ said the Bursar.‘And if he’s lucky, he’s lost his sense of smell

Piet Mondrian Gray Tree

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

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voice faded.
Mrs Cake set her jaw.
His voice came back.
l oh yeah? oh yeaha well, maybe you was big when you was alive, friend, but here and now you’re just a and the dead. This is important. ‘No, not that one. That belonged to your granny.’ This ghostly survival does not last for long without a consciousness to hold it together, but depending on what you have in mind it can last for just long enough.
‘That one’ll do. I never liked the pattern.’
Mrs Cake took an orange vase with pink peonies on it from her daughter’s paws.bedsheet with holes in it! Oh, so you don’t like that, eh - ‘He’s going to start fighting again, mum,’ said Ludmilla, who was curled up by the kitchen stove.’He always calls people “friend” just before he hits them.’Mrs Cake sighed.‘And it sounds as if he’s going to fight a lot of people,’ said Ludmilla.‘Oh, all right. Go and fetch me a vase. A cheap one, mind.’ It is widely suspected, but not generally known, that everything has an associated spirit form which, upon its demise, exists briefly in the draughty gap between the worlds of the living

Talantbek Chekirov Close Encounter

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

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Perhaps I’d better, you know, clean the place up a bit, get an inventory prepared, that sort of thing?’
GOOD IDEA, said Death, as kindly as possible. WHEN I SEE THE NEW DEATH, I SHALL HEARTILY RECOMMEND YOU.
‘Oh. You’ll see him, then?’
OH. YES. AND I MUST LEAVE NOW.
‘What. so soon?’
CERTAINLY. MUSTN’T WASTE TIME!
Death adjusted the saddle, and then turned and held the tiny hour-glass proudly in front of Albert’s hooked nose.with the highly suspicious tortillas and nobody minded. The wizards chatted with the forced jolliness of people who see one another all day and are now seeing one another all evening. In the middle of it all Windle Poons sat with a huge glass of rum and a funny hat on his head. He was almost in tears.
‘A genuine Going-Away party!’ he kept muttering.’Haven’t had one of them SEE! I HAVE TIME. AT LAST, I HAVE TIMEAlbert backed away nervously.‘And now that you have it, what are you going to do with it?’ he said.Death mounted his horse.I AM GOING TO SPEND IT.The party was in full swing. The banner with the legend ‘Goodebye Windle 130 Gloriouse Years’ was dripping a bit in the heat. Things were getting to the point where there was nothing to drink but the punch and nothing to eat but the strange yellow dip

Salvador Dali The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory

2009-03-31T00:33:00.000-07:00

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it couldn’t be seriously suggested, could it, that senior wizards such as ourselves shouldn’t examine this popular phenomenon?’
Poons’ flailing walking stick caught the Dean sharply across the back of his legs.
‘I demand to know what everyone’s talking about!’ he snapped.
‘We Dean. ‘It’s not even as if it’s proper magic. It’s just trickery.’
‘Y’know,’ said one of the lesser wizards, thoughtfully, ‘I’ve always wondered exactly what these wretched clicks are. Some kind of puppet show, are they? Are these people acting on a stage? Or a shadow play?’
‘See?’ said the Chair. ‘We’re supposed to be wise, and we don’t even know.’
They all looked at the Dean.
‘Yes, but who wants to see a lot of young women dancing around in tights?’ he said, hopelessly.don’t see why senior wizards shouldn’t be allowed to watch moving pictures!’ bellowed the Chair.‘Jolly good thing, too!’ snapped Poons. ‘Everyone likes to look at a pretty woman.’‘No‑one mentioned anything about any pretty women. We were far more interested in examining popular phenomenons,’ said the Chair.‘Call it what you like, mm?’ cackled Windle Poons.‘If people see wizards strolling out of the gate and going into a common moving‑picture pit they’ll lose all respect for the profession,’ said the

Caravaggio The Crowning with Thorns

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

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Craggy, maybe. But not cliffy.’
‘The fact is,’ said one of the dwarfs, ‘we don’t see why humans get all the good roles and we get all the titchy bit parts.’
Soll gave the jolly little laugh of someone in a corner who hopes that a joke will lighten the atmosphere a bit.
‘Ah,’ he said, ‘that’s because you‑‘
‘Yes?’ said dwarf, in the expansive manner of one about to settle down to a good long explanation. ‘You abandon it, propping and shoring where necessary, and sink another shaft on a line with the major seam‑‘
‘Allowing for fault escarpments and uniclinal structures,’ said another dwarf.the dwarfs in unison.‘Um,’ said Soll, and struck out quickly for a change of subject. ‘You see, the whole point, as I understand it, is that Ginger will do absolutely anything to keep the mansion and the mine and=‘‘I hopes we can get on,’ said Gaffer, ‘only I’ve got to muck the imps out in an hour.’‘Oh, I see,’ said Rock. ‘I’m absolutely anything, am I?’‘You don’t keep mines,’ said one of the dwarfs. ‘Mines keep you. You take the treasure out. You don’t put it in. That’s fundamental to the whole mine business.’‘Well, perhaps this mine is worked out,’ said Soll quickly. ‘Anyway, she‑‘‘Well, in that case, you don’t keep it,’ said another

Thomas Kinkade Spirit of Christmas

2009-03-27T00:24:00.000-07:00

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Hublands. In some cases, the streets were painted on the back of the palaces, so that princes and peasants were separated by one thickness of painted sacking.
Victor spent a disgruntled voice beside Victor. It was Gaspode, a picture of bowlegged misery.
‘No. What?’ said Victor.
"‘Me Laddie. Me good boy. Good boy Laddie,"‘ said Gaspode. ‘Makes you want to throw up, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes, but could you leap a six-foot hurdle?’ said Victor.
‘That’s intelligent, is it?’ said Gaspode. ‘I always walk around the rest of the morning working on a one-reeler. Ginger hardly said a word to him, even after the obligatory kiss when he rescued her from whatever it was Morry was supposed to be today. Whatever magic Holy Wood worked on them it wasn’t doing it today. He was glad to get away. Afterwards he wandered across the backlot to watch them putting Laddie the Wonder Dog through his paces. There was no doubt, as the graceful shape streaked like an arrow over obstacles and grabbed a trainer by a well-padded arm, that here was a dog almost designed by Nature for moving pictures. He even barked photogenically. ‘An’ do you know what he’s sayin’?’ said

Alfred Gockel Stroking the Keys

2009-03-26T00:32:00.001-07:00

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traditional evil monster what is basically Morry painted green with wings stuck on,’ said Rock. ‘I’ll jus’ go an’ help him with the paintin’.’
He lumbered off.
No-one to make a noise –
So this was Holy Wood. It hadn’t looked like this on the silver screen. It seemed that moving pictures involved a lot of waiting around and, if he was hearing things right, a mixing-up of time. Things happened before the things they happened after. The monsters were just Morry painted green with wings stuck on. Nothing was really real.
Funnily enough, that was exciting. seemed to want Victor at the moment. He stuck the ridiculous sword into the sand, wandered away and found a bit of shade under some scrubby olive trees. There were rocks here. He tapped them gently. They didn’t appear to be anyone. The ground formed a cool little hollow that was almost pleasant by the seared standards of Holy Wood hill. There was even a draught blowing from somewhere. As he leaned back against the stones he felt a cool breeze coming from them. Must be full of caves under here, he thought. – far away in Unseen University, in a draughty, many pillar’d corridor, a little device that no-one had paid much attention to for years started

Paul Cezanne Jas de Bouffan the Pool

2009-03-25T20:59:00.001-07:00

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are the advantages and disadvantages of being a student wizard? You got quite a lot of free time, a certain amount of licence in matters like drinking a lot of ale and singing bawdy songs, no-one tried to kill you much except in of the conditions of the legacy was that, should Victor ever achieve a mark of less than 80, the money supply would dry up like thin spit on a hot stove.
He’d won, in a way. Few students had ever studied as hard as Victor. It was said that his knowledge of magic rivalled that of some of the top wizards. He spent hours in a comfy chair in the Library, reading grimoires. He researched answer formats and exam techniques. He listened to lectures until he could quote them by heart. He was generally considered by the staff to be the brightest and certainly the ordinary, everyday Ankh-Morpork way of things and, thanks to the legacy, you also got a modest but comfortable style of living. Of course, you didn’t get much in the way of prestige but at least you were alive to know this. So Victor had devoted a considerable amount of energy in studying firstly the terms of the will, the byzantine examination regulations of Unseen University, and every examination paper of the last fifty years. The pass mark in Finals was 88. Failing would be easy. Any idiot can fail. Victor’s uncle had been no fool. One

Brent Lynch Evening Lounge

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

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, fast. Fast was a word particularly associated with tortoises because they were not it.
'Are you sure?' he said.
'Fastest aren't there and, of course, achieving suicidal mass in accordance with relativistic theory. The rest of them die of Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, since it is impossible for them to know who they are and where they are at the same time, and the see-sawing loss of concentration this engenders means that the puzuma only achieves a animal on the face of the Disc, your common tortoise,' said Xeno, but he had the grace to look shifty. 'Logically, that is,' he added*. (* To everyone without such a logical frame of reference the fastest animal** (** The fastest insect is the .303 bookworm. It evolved in magical libraries, where it is necessary to eat extremely quickly to avoid being affected by the thaumic radiations. An adult .303 bookworm can eat through a shelf of books so fast that it ricochets off the wall.) on the Disc is the extremely neurotic Ambiguous Puzuma, which moves so fast that it can actually achieve near light-speed in the Disc's magical field. This means that if you can see a puzuma, it isn't there. Most male puzumas die young of acute ankle failure caused by running very fast after females which

Jack Vettriano Right X

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

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will stand up when you address a master,' said the rosy face.
'I will?' Teppic was fascinated. He wondered how this could be achieved. Discipline had not hitherto been a major feature 'Ah. Teppic,' said the master, and ticked off a name on his list. He gave Teppic a generous smile.
'Well, now, your majesty,' he said, 'I am Grunworth Nivor, your housemaster. You are in Viper House. To my certain knowledge there are at least eleven Kingdoms of the Sun on the Disc and, before the end of the week, you will in his life. Most of his tutors had been sufficiently unnerved by the sight of the king occasionally perched on top of a door that they raced through such lessons as they had and then locked themselves in their rooms. 'I will sir,' said the teacher. He consulted the list in his hand. 'What is your name, boy?' he continued. 'Prince Pteppic of the Old Kingdom, the Kingdom of the Sun,' said Teppic easily. 'I appreciate you are ignorant of the etiquette, but you should not call me sir, and you should touch the ground with your forehead when you address me.' 'Pateppic, is it?' said the master. 'No. Pteppic.'

Thomas Kinkade La Jolla Cove

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

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captain leaned down and stared at three pairs of frightened eyes. He was trembling.
'That,' he said, 'is the last time you'll eat anyone's sausage.'
He was aware that now the soldiers were giving him odd looks as well. He coughed and pulled himself together.
'Very well then, my theatrical witches,' he said. 'You've done your show, and now it's time for your applause.' He nodded to his men.
'Clap them in chains,' he said.

Three other witches sat in the gloom behind the stage, staring vacantly into the darkness. Granny Weatherwax had pickedand loudly. 'If this gets about, witches'll always be old hags with green blusher.'
'And meddlin' in the affairs of kings,' said Nanny. 'Which we never do, as is well known.'
'It's not the meddlin' I object to,' said Granny Weatherwax, her chin on her hand. 'It's the evil meddling.'
'And the unkindness to animals,' muttered Magrat. 'All that stuff about eye of dog and ear of toad. No-one uses that kind of stuff.'
Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg carefully avoided one another's faces. up a copy of the script, which she peered at from time to time, as if seeking ideas.' "Divers alarums and excursions",' she read, uncertainly.'That means lots of terrible happenings,' said Magrat. 'You always put that in plays.''Alarums and what?' said Nanny Ogg, who hadn't been listening.'Excursions,' said Magrat patiently.'Oh.' Nanny Ogg brightened a bit. 'The seaside would be nice,' she said.'Do shut up, Gytha,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'They're not for you. They're only for divers, like it says. Probably so they can recover from all them alarums.''We can't let this happen,' said Magrat, quickly

John William Waterhouse Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus

2009-03-17T22:23:00.000-07:00

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Seconde Clown: Atsa right, Boss.
Third Clowne: [businesse with bladder on stick] Honk. Honk.
Hwel gave up. Yes, it was funny, he knew it was funny, he'd heard the laughter in his dreams. But it wasn't right. Not yet. MaybeThe river Ankh, the cloaca of half a continent, was already pretty wide and never. It was like the other idea about the two clowns, one fat, one thin . . . Thys ys amain Dainty Messe youe have got me into, Stanleigh . . . He had laughed until his chest ached, and the rest of the company had looked at him in astonishment. But in his dreams it was hilarious.He laid down the pen and rubbed his eyes. It must be nearly midnight, and the habit of a lifetime told him to spare the candles although, for a fact, they could afford all the candles they could eat now, whatever Vitoller might say.Hour gongs were being struck all across the city and nightwatchmen were proclaiming that it was indeed midnight and also that, in the face of all the evidence, all was well. Many of them got as far as the end of the sentence before being mugged.Hwel pushed open the shutters and looked out at Ankh-Morpork.It would be tempting to say the twin city was at its best this time of year, but that wouldn't be entirely correct. It was at its most typical.

Wassily Kandinsky Red Spot II

2009-03-16T23:09:00.000-07:00

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'No! That is, yes. Look—' she leaned forward – 'it doesn't have the same kind of likes and dislikes as people, right?'
Nanny Ogg leaned back. 'Well, it wouldn't, would it,' she ventured.
'It doesn't care if people are good or bad. I don't think it could even tell, any more than you could tell if an ant was a 'It's a bit like a dog, really,' said Magrat. Granny looked at her with her mouth open to frame some suitable retort, and then her face softened.
'Very much like,' she said. 'A dog doesn't care if its master's good or bad, just so long as it likes the dog.'
'Well, then,' said Nanny. 'No-one and nothing likes Felmet. What are we going to do about it?'
'Nothing. You know we can't meddle.'good ant. But it expects the king to care for it.''Yes, but,' said Nanny wretchedly. She was becoming a bit afraid of the gleam in Granny's eye. 'Lots of people have killed each other to become king of Lancre. They've done all kinds of murder.''Don't matter! Don't matter!' said Granny, waving her arms. She started counting on her fingers. 'For why,' she said. 'One, kings go round killing each other because it's all part of destiny and such and doesn't count as murder, and two, they killed for the kingdom. That's the important bit. But this new man just wants the power. He hates the kingdom.'

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus

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

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grandchildren all over the kingdom. Certainly, it was not actually forbidden for witches to get married. Granny had to concede that, but reluctantly. Very reluctantly. She sniffed again, disapprovingly; this was a mistake.
'What's that smell?' she snapped.
'Ah,' and looked down at the crown. It was tempting. It was practically begging her to try it for size. Well, and why not? She made sure that the others weren't around and then, in one movement, whipped off her hat and placed the crown on her head.
It seemed to fit. Granny drew herself up proudly, and waved a hand imperiously in the general direction of the hearth.
'Jolly well do this,' she said. She beckoned arrogantly at the grandfather clock. 'Chop his head off, what ho,' she commanded. She smiled grimly.said Nanny Ogg, carefully repositioning the baby. 'I expect I'll just go and see if Magrat has any clean rags, shall I?'And now Granny was left alone. She felt embarrassed, as one always does when left alone in someone else's room, and fought the urge to get up and inspect the books on the shelf over the sideboard or examine the mantelpiece for dust. She turned the crown round and round in her hands. Again, it gave the impression of being bigger and heavier than it actually was.She caught sight of the mirror over the mantelpiece

Edward Hopper Pont du Carrousel in the Fog

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

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He marked eight points on its circumference and joined them up to form an octogram. A low throbbing began to fill the room.
Alberto Malich stepped into the centre and held the staff above his head. He felt it wake to his grip, felt the tingle of the sleeping power unfold itself slowly and deliberately, like a waking tiger. It triggered old memories of power and .

Stratohemispheric winds whipped at Mort's cloak.
'Where are we going first?' yelled Ysabell in his ear.
'Bes Pelargic!' shouted Mort, the gale whirling his words away.magic that buzzed through the cobwebbed attics of his mind. He felt alive for the first time in centuries.He licked his lips. The throbbing had died away, leaving a strange, waiting kind of silence.Malich raised his head and shouted one single syllable.Blue-green fire flashed from both ends of the staff. Streams of octarine flame spouted from the eight pouits of the octogram and enveloped the wizard. All this wasn't actually necessary to accomplish the spell, but wizards consider appearances are very important. . . .So are disappearances. He vanished

Music and Literature

2009-03-11T20:15:00.001-07:00

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family stared at the money for some time. The wife sighed.
'Riches bring many problems,' she said. 'What are we to do?'
'We return to road ran out into rich black earth country of the Sto plain, constructed over eons by the periodic flooding of the great slow Ankh that brought to the region prosperity, security and chronic arthritis.
It was also extremely boring. As the light distilled from silver to gold Mort galloped across Klatch,' said the husband firmly, 'where our children can grow up in a proper country, true to the glorious traditions of our ancient race and men do not need to work as waiters for wicked masters but can stand tall and proud. And we must leave right now, fragrant blossom of the date palm.''Why so soon, O hard-working son of the desert?''Because,' said the man, 'I have just sold the Patrician's champion racehorse.' The horse wasn't as fine or as fast as Binky, but it swept the miles away under its hooves and easily outdistanced a few mounted guards who, for some reason, appeared anxious to talk to Mort. Soon the shanty suburbs of Morpork were left behind and the

Volk Warmth

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

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coruscate".
He knew what would happen next.
"Look out," he whispered. "It's going to go -"
In total silence, in the kind of silence in fact that sucks in sounds and stifles them, the staff flashed into pure octarine along the whole of its length.
The eighth Someone said "Ook", very faintly.
Cutangle eventually remembered how to use his hands and raised them to where he hoped his eyes would be. Everything had gone black.
"Is - anyone else there?" he said.colour, produced by light falling through a strong magical field, blazed out through bodies and bookshelves and walls. Other colours blurred and ran together, as though the light was a glass of gin poured over the watercolour painting of the world. The clouds over the University glowed, twisted into fascinating and unexpected shapes, and streamed upwards. An observer above the Disc would have seen a little patch of land near the Circle Sea sparkle like a jewel for several seconds, then wink out. The silence of the room was broken by a wooden clatter as the staff dropped out of the air and bounced on the table.

Douglas Hofmann Jessica

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

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You're wizards!" she screamed. "Bloody well wizz!"
"We haven't done telekinesis yet," said one of them.
"I was ill when we did Firethrowing -"
"Actually, I'm not very good at Dematerialisation -"
Esk went to the door, and then stopped with one foot in the air. She remembered Granny talking about how even buildingsfree. For the what it was like to have balconies.
She moved gently through the building-mind, refining her impressions, looking as fast as she dared for this corridor, this door.
She stretched out one arm, very carefully. The students watched as she uncurled on had a mind, if they were old enough. The University was very old. She stepped carefully to one side and ran her hands over the ancient stones. It had to be done carefully, so as not to frighten it - and now she could feel the mind in the stones, slow and simple, but still mind. It pulsed around her; she could feel the little sparkles deep in the rock. Something was hooting behind the door. The three students watched in astonishment as Esk stood rock still with her hands and forehead pressed against the wall. She was almost there. She could feel the weight of herself, the ponderousness of her body, the distant memories of the dawn of time when rock was molten and e finger, very slowly.

Andy Warhol Banana

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

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ceremony if I know wizards, they always have to complicate things . . . ."
"What do you mean?"
Granny and fearful oaths about people's tongues being cut out and their entrails torn by wild birds and their ashes scattered to the eight winds and so on. After some hours of this sort of thing the apprentice can be admitted to the brotherhood of the Wise and Enlightened.
There is also a long speech. By sheer coincidence Granny got the essence of it in a nutshell.
Esk took the staff and peered at it.
"It's very nice," she said uncertainly. "The carvings are pretty. What's it for?"seemed to ignore her, but crossed to the dark corner by the dresser. "Probably you should have one foot in a bucket of cold porridge and one glove on and all that kind of stuff," she went on. "I didn't want to do this, but They're forcing my hand." "What are you talking about, Granny?" The old witch yanked the staff out of its shadow and waved it vaguely at Esk. "Here. It's yours. Take it. I just hope this is the right thing to do." In fact the of a staff to an apprentice wizard is usually a very impressive ceremony, especially if the staff has been inherited from an elder wage; by ancient lore there is a long and frightening ordeal involving masks and hoods and swords

William Blake Nebuchadnezzar

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

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Smith reached up very slowly, without moving his head, and touched the axe blade. It wasn't on the axe any more. It had buried itself in the door by his head, taking a tiny nick out of his ear.
Grannytake my head off?"
She glared at the staff, which appeared not to notice.
"Not right now," she admitted. "But you just give me time -"
"All right, all right. Anyway, I've got things to do, wizards to bury, you know how it is."
Smith took a spade from beside the back door and hesitated.
"Granny."
"What?"
"Do you know how wizards like to be buried?" stood looking slightly blurred from hitting an absolutely immovable object, and stared at the stub of wood in her hands. "Rrrrightttt," she stuttered: "Iiiinnn tthhatttt cccasseee -" "No," said Smith firmly, rubbing his ear. "Whatever it is you're going to suggest, no. Leave it. I'll pile some stuff around it. No one'll notice. Leave it. It's just a stick." "just a stick?" "Have you got any better ideas? Ones that won't

Andy Warhol Shot Orange Marilyn 1964

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

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The four men gave these odds some consideration, and backed towards the door.
'And wipe those silly stars off,' said Cohen. 'You can tell everyone that Cohen the Barbarian will be very angry if he sees stars like that again, right?'
The door slammed shut. A moment later the axe thumped into it, bounced off, and took a sliver of leather off the toe of Cohen's sandal.
'Sorry,' They stepped out into the afternoon sun and a deserted street. When Cohen opened his mouth little pinpoints of bright light illuminated all the shadows.
'I've got some friends around here to pick up,' he said, nd added, 'I hope they're all right. What's your name?'
'Lackjaw.'said the dwarf. 'It belonged to my grandad. I only use it for splitting firewood.'Cohen felt his jaw experimentally. The dine chewers seemed to be settling in quite well.'If I was you, I'd be getting out of here anyway,' he said. But the dwarf was already scuttling around the room, tipping trays of precious metal and gems into a leather sack. A roll of tools went into one pocket, a packet of finished jewellery went into another, and with a grunt the dwarf stuck his arms through handles on either side of his little forge and heaved it bodily onto his back.'Right,' he said. I'm ready.''You're coming with me?''As far as the city gates, if you don't mind,' he said. 'You can't blame me, can you?''No. But leave the axe behind.'

Martin Johnson Heade Rio de Janeiro Bay

2009-03-03T21:57:00.000-08:00

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The six surviving heads of the Eight Orders sat at the long, shiny and new table in what had been Galder Weatherwax's study and each one wondered precisely what it was about Trymon that made them want to kick him.
It wasn't that he was ambitious and cruel. Cruel men were stupid; they all knew how to use cruel men, and they certainly wise. Every wizard considered himself a fairly hot property, wisewise; it went with the job.
It wasn't even that he had charisma. They all knew charisma when they encountered it, and Trymon had all the charisma of a duck egg.
That was it, in fact . . .
He wasn't good or evil or cruel or extreme in any way but one, which knew how to bend other men's ambitions. You didn't stay an Eighth Level magus for long unless you were adept at a kind of mental judo.It wasn't that he was bloodthirsty, power-hungry or especially wicked. These things were not necessarily drawbacks in a wizard. The wizards were, on the whole, no more wicked than, say, the committee of the average Rotary Club, and each had risen to pre-eminence in his chosen profession not so much by skill at magic but by never neglecting to capitalise on the weaknesses of opponents.It wasn't that he was particularly

John William Waterhouse Gather Ye Rosebuds while ye may

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

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to the two wizards. Everything seemed exactly the same as it had before. All that, just to make things stay the same?
He patted his nightshirt pockets distractedly and finally found what he was looking for lodged behind his ear. He put the soggy dogend in his mouth, called up mystical fire from between his fingers, and dragged hard on the wretched rollup until little blue lights flashed in front of his eyes. He coughed once or twice.
He was thinking very hard indeed.
He was trying to remember if any gods owed him any favours.
connection. One minute one happens to be dying, having dropped off the rim of the world, and the next one is upside down in a tree.
As always happened at times like this, the Spell rose up in his mind.In fact the Gods were as puzzled by all this as the wizards were, but they were powerless to do anything and in any case were engaged in an eons-old battle with the Ice Giants, who had refused to return the lawnmower.But some clue as to what actually had happened might be found in the to a quite interesting bit when he was fifteen, suddenly found himself not dying after all but hanging upside down in a pine tree.He got down easily by dropping uncontrollably from branch to branch until he landed on his head in a pile of pine needles, where he lay gasping for breath and wishing he d been a better person.Somewhere, he knew, there had to be a perfectly logical
Rincewind had been generally reckoned by his tutors to be a natural wizard

Edward Hopper Railroad Crossing

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

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extra dinosaurs and so on - but on the whole the episode passed remarkably quietly.
Outside of this particular universe, however, the repercussions of the sudden double-take bounced to and fro across the face of The Sum of Things, bending whole dimensions and sinking galaxies without a trace.
All this was however totally lost on Dr Rjinswand, 33, a bachelor, born in Sweden, raised in New Jersey, and a specialist in the passengers, was bering over him anxiously.
"I radioed ahead," she told Rjinswand "there'll be an ambulance waiting when we land Uh, it says on the passenger list that you're a doctor"
"I don't know what's wrong with him," said Rincewind hurriedly, it might be a different matter if he was a Magnox reactor of course.
"Is it shock of some kind?"
"I've never-"the breakaway oxidation phenomena of certain nuclear reactors. Anyway, he probably would not have believed any of it.Zweiblumen still seemed to be unconscious. The stewardess, who had helped Rjinswand to his seat to the applause of the rest of

Jack Vettriano exit Eden

2009-02-27T00:26:00.000-08:00

Jack Vettriano exit EdenJack Vettriano Cocktails and broken heartsJack Vettriano baby bye byeJack Vettriano Angel
highly compatible, with between 83 and 89 per cent difference in our MHC genes.It seems I may be more genetically compatible with my colleague than my future husband
"Chances arecent dissimilar. "There's also about a 17 per cent chance that you would cheat on Nic at some point during your exclusive together," he adds.
Unperturbed, I turn to GenePartner's analysis: "This genetic combination is typical of very satisfying relationships," the report says. "The chances are high that [your] intimacy won't diminish over time."
Good news then, until we read my other test results. It seems that my colleague Rowan may be a better match for me than Nic, having 100 per cent dissimilar genes. "It is very likely they were interested in each other very early after good that you really enjoy Nic's natural body fragrance, you enjoy a satisfying sex life with him, that the two of you would enjoy a high degree of fertility with each other and that you'd have healthy children together," says Eric Holzle of ScientificMatch, although he says he wouldn't match us through his dating site unless we were 100 per

Jack Vettriano Amateur Philosophers

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

Jack Vettriano Amateur PhilosophersJack Vettriano After Midnight
exposed to elevated blood pressure. The authors note that this is the first study to find a relationship between sleep and coronary artery calcium deposits. Other studies have looked at sleep apnea -- periods during sleep when an individual stops breathing.Sleep apnea is associated
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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 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 of sleep that can be used at Home. Future studies will be needed for crucial extensions to these results

Caravaggio The Fortune Teller

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

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EIGHT, hate, ate said the echoes. There was the faintest of grinding noises, deep under the earth.
And the echoes, although they became softer, refused to die away. They bounced from wall to wall, crossing and recrossing, and the violet light flickered in time with the sound.Behind him there was a rumble as the great octagonal slab rose into the air, hung for a moment on one edge, and crashed down on the floor.Something thin and black snaked out of the pit and wrapped itself around his ankle. He screamed as he landed heavily on the vibrating flagstones. The tentacle started to pull him across the floor.Then Twoflower was in front of him, reaching out for his hands. He grasped the little man's arms desperately and they lay looking into each other's faces. Rincewind slid on, even so."What's holding you?" he gasped."N-nothing!" said Twoflower. "What's happening?""I'm being dragged into this pit, what do you think?"
"You did it!" screamed Rincewind. "I said you shouldn't say eight!"
He stopped, appalled at himself. But the word was out now, and joined its colleagues in the general susurration.
Rincewind turned to run, but the air suddenly seemed to be thicker than treacle. A charge of magic bigger than he had ever seen was building up; when he moved, in painful slow motion, his limbs left trails of golden sparks that traced their shape in the air.

Pablo Picasso Bread and Fruit Dish on a Table

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

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was something else in the pile of wood. It was a box, shaking itself madly to free itself of the smashed timber around it.
Rincewind appeared in the ruined doorway hurling another of his gold grenades. It smashed into a wall, showering coins.

Down in the cellar Broadman looked up, muttered to himself, and carried on with his work. His entire its lid open again, slightly. Just far enough for a tongue, large as a palm leaf, red as mahogany, to lick up a few errant feathers.
At the same moment the giant candlewheel fell from the ceiling, plunging the room into gloom. Rincewind, coiling himself like a spring, gave a standing jump and grasped a beam, spindlewinter's supply of candles had already been strewn on the floor, mixed with his store of kindling wood. Now he was attacking a barrel of lamp oil. "inn-sewer-ants" he muttered. Oil gushed out and swirled around his feet. Withel stormed across the floor, his face a mask of rage. Rincewind took careful aim and caught the thief full in the chest with a bag of gold. But now Ymor was shouting, and pointing an accusing finger. A raven swooped down from its perch in the rafters and dived at the wizard, talons open and gleaming.It didn't make it. At about the halfway point the Luggage leapt from its bed of splinters, gaped briefly in mid-air, and snapped shut.It landed lightly. Rincewind saw

Claude Monet Banks of the Seine

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

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Widdershins. Since the disc's tiny orbiting sunlet maintains a fixed orbit while the majestic disc turns slowly beneath it, it will be readily deduced that a disc year consists of not four but eight seasons. The summers are those times when the sun rises or sets at the nearest point on the Rim, the winters those occasions when it rises or sets at a point around ninety degrees along the circumference. Thus, in the lands around the Circle Sea, the yearwarmed by the weak sun the lands there are locked in permafrost. The Rim, on the other hand, is a region of sunny islands and balmy days. There are, of course, eight days in a disc week and eight colours in its light spectrum. Eight is a number of some considerable occult significance on the disc and must never, ever, be spoken by a wizard.
Precisely why all the above should be so is not clear, but goes some way to explain why, on the disc, the Gods are not so much worshipped as blamed. begins on Hogs' Watch Night, progresses through a Spring Prime to its first midsummer (Small Gods' Eve) which is followed by Autumn Prime and, straddling the half-year point of Crueltide, Winter Secundus (also known as the Spindlewinter, since at this time the sun rises in the direction of spin). Then comes Secundus Spring with Summer Two on its heels, the three quarter mark of the year being the night of Alls Fallow - the one night of the year, according to legend, when witches and warlocks stay in bed. Then drifting leaves and frosty nights drag on towards Backspindlewinter and a new Hogs' Watch Night nestling like a frozen jewel at its heart. Since the Hub is never closely

John William Waterhouse Hylas and the Nymphs

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

John William Waterhouse Hylas and the NymphsJohn William Waterhouse Waterhouse OpheliaLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra BenciLeonardo da Vinci The Madonna of the Carnation
The golden monkey was wrestling, biting, scratching at Pantalaimon, who was nickering through so many changes of form it was hard to see him, and fighting back: stinging, lashing, tearing. Mrs. Coulter, meanwhile, her face in high command in the language of the northern Tartars. The snow swirled open, and there they were, a squad of them, armed with rifles, and the wolf daemons snarled beside them. The chief saw Mrs. Coulter struggling, and picked up Lyra with one hand as if she were a doll and threw her into the sledge, where she lay stunned and dazedits furs a frozen glare of intense feeling, was dragging Lyra to the back of a motorized sledge, and Lyra struggled as hard as her daemon. The snow was so thick that they seemed to be isolated in a little blizzard of their own, and the anbaric headlights of the sledge only showed up the thick swirling flakes a few inches ahead."Help!" Lyra cried, to the gyptians who were just there in the blinding snow and who could see nothing. "Help me! Farder Coram! Lord Faa! Oh, God, help!"Mrs. Coulter shrieked a

John William Waterhouse Waterhouse Narcissus

2009-02-22T22:55:00.000-08:00

John William Waterhouse Waterhouse NarcissusJohn William Waterhouse The Lady of ShalottJohn William Waterhouse waterhouse OpheliaJohn William Waterhouse Hylas and the Nymphs
think he's got an entirely different idea of the nature of Dust. That's the point. It's profoundly heretical, you see, and the Consistorial Court of Discipline can't allow any other interpretation than the authorized one. And besides, he wants to experiment-"
"To experiment? With Dust?"
"Hush! Not experiments, when she was so keen to see thefn pulled apart-"
Lyra,coutdn't help it: a little cry escaped her, and at the same time she tensed and shivered, and her foot knocked against a stanchion.
"What was that?"
"In the ceiling-"
"Quick!"so loud...""Do you think she'll make an unfavorable report?""No, no. I think you dealt with her very well.""Her attitude worries me....""Not philosophical, you mean?""Exactly. A personal interest. I don't like to use the word, but it's almost ghoulish.""That's a bit strong.""But do you remember the first

Johannes Vermeer Saint Praxidis

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

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Certainly, Doctor. Come with me, dear," said the nurse, and Lyra obediently followed.
They went along a short corridor with doors on the right and a canteen on the left, from which came a clatter of knives small for her age, whatever that meant. It had never affected her sense of her own importance, but she realized that she could use the fact now to make Lizzie shy and nervous and insignificant, and shrank a little as she went into the room.
She was half expecting questions about where she had come from and how she had arrived, and she was preparing answers; but it wasn't only imagination the nurse lacked, it was curiosity as well. Bolvangar might have been on the outskirts of London, and children and forks, and voices, and. The nurse was about as old as Mrs. Coulter, Lyra guessed, with a brisk, blank, sensible air; she would be able to stitch a wound or change a bandage, but never to tell a story. Her daemon (and Lyra had a moment of strange chill when she noticed) was a little white trotting dog (and after a moment she had no idea why it had chilled her)."What's your name, dear?" said the nurse, opening a heavy door. "Lizzie." "Just Lizzie?" "Lizzie Brooks." "And how old are you?" "Eleven."Lyra had been told that she was

Alphonse Maria Mucha Biscuits Champagne Lefevre Utile

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

Alphonse Maria Mucha Biscuits Champagne Lefevre UtilePierre Auguste Renoir The First OutingPierre Auguste Renoir Sleeping Girl
front door, which was now hanging in matchwood splinters, and from inside the house came screams and the crashing and tearing of more wood. The sentry hesitated outside, his rifle at the ready; but then as passers-by began to inside the house, and then a full-throated roar made the servant scream. As if fired from a cannon, the priest himself came hurtling out, with his pelican daemon in a wild flutter of feathers and injured pride. Lyra heard orders shouted, and turned to see a squad of armed policemen hurrying around the corner, some with pistols and some with rifles, and not far behind them came John Faa and the stout, fussy figure of the sysselman.gather and people looked out of windows from across the street, he realized that he had to act, and fired a shot into the air before running in.A moment later, the whole house seemed to shake. Glass broke in three windows and a tile slid off the roof, and then a maidservant ran out, terrified, her clucking hen of a daemon flapping after her.Another shot came from

Edward Hopper Les Pont Royal

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

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wished passionately that nothing had changed, nothing would ever change, that she could be Lyra of Jordan and ever.
The one thing that drew her out of her boredom and irritation was the alethiometer. She read it every day, sometimes with Coulter was clever, she knew ever such a lot, but this is a different kind of knowing....It's like understanding, I suppose...."
He would ask specific questions, and she would search for answers.
"What's Mrs. Coulter doing now?" he'd say, and her hands would move at Farder Coram and sometimes on her own, and she found that she could sink more and more readily into the calm state in which the symbol meanings clarified themselves, and those great mountain ranges touched by sunlight emerged into vision.She struggled to explain to Farder Coram what it felt like."It's almost like talking to someone, only you can't quite hear them, and you feel kind of stupid because they're cleverer than you, only they don't get cross or any thing.... And they know such a lot, Farder Coram! As if they knew everything, almost! Mrs.

Vincent van Gogh Self-Portrait with Straw

2009-02-18T00:10:00.000-08:00

Vincent van Gogh Self-Portrait with StrawVincent van Gogh Self-Portrait with Felt Hat greyVincent van Gogh Seascape at Saintes-Maries
Well," he said, "you done what I asked. And better than I hoped. I'm a going to call on the heads of the six families now to come up here and give over their gold and recount their promises. Nicholas Rokeby, you come to volunteer. Lyra noticed his hawk daemon shifting from foot to foot and spreading her wings as the Stefanski money and the promise of twenty-three men were laid before John Faa.
When the six family heads had all come up, Farder Coram showed his piece of paper to John Faa, who stood up to address the audience again.first."A stout black-bearded man climbed onto the platform and laid a heavy leather bag on the table."That's our gold," he said. "And we offer thirty-eight men.""Thank you, Nicholas," said John Faa. Farder Coram was making a note. The first man stood at the back of the platform as John Faa called for the next, and the next, and each came up, laid a bag on the table, and announced the number of men he could muster. The Costas were part of the Stefanski family, and naturally Tony had been one of the first

Rene Magritte The Human Condition

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

Rene Magritte The Human ConditionRene Magritte The Great WarRene Magritte The Empire of Light
inexpressive shape, a moth, and couldn't betray her feelings; and she was sure she could keep her own face innocent.
"And has she told you what happens to the children?"
"No, she sense each other's horror. She wanted to go away by herself and talk to him; she wanted to leave the flat; she wanted to go back to her little shabby bedroom on Staircase Twelve; she wanted to find Lord Asriel-
And as if in answer to that last wish, she heard his name mentioned, and wandered hasn't told me that. I only just know that it's about Dust, and they're like a kind of sacrifice."Again, that wasn't exactly a lie, she thought; she had never said that Mrs. Coulter herself had told her."Sacrifice is rather a dramatic way of putting it. What's done is for their good as well as ours. And of course they all come to Mrs. Coulter willingly. That's why she's so valuable. They must want to take part, and what child could resist her? And if she's going to use you as well to bring them in, so much the better. I'm very pleased."He smiled at her in the way Mrs. Coulter had: as if they were both in on a secret. She smiled politely back and he turned away to talk to someone else.She and Pantalaimon could

William Merritt Chase The Nursery

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

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What's Dust?" she said, struggling to stand up after having been cramped for so long.
"Nothing to do with you."
"It is to do ?"
"Back to the North. I'm leaving in ten minutes."
"Can I come?"
He stopped what he was doing, and looked at her as if for the first time. His daemon turned her great tawny leopard eyes on her too, and under the concentrated gaze of both of them, Lyra blushed. But she gazed back fiercely.with me," she said. "If you wanted me to be a spy in the wardrobe, you ought to tell me what I'm spying about. Can I see the man's head?"Pantalaimon's white ermine fur bristled: she felt it tickling her neck. Lord Asriel laughed shortly."Don't be disgusting," he said, and began to pack his slides and specimen box. "Did you watch the Master?""Yes, and he looked for the wine before he did anything else.""Good. But I've scotched him for now. Do as you're told and go to bed.""But where are you going

Salvador Dali Persistence of Memory

2009-02-12T23:51:00.000-08:00

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sun was setting and drawing a wild blood-red out of the rocks, she came to the little blue lake and found a troop of soldiers making camp.
But her first the lakeside came the explanation. Lena Feldt saw a woman, a short-life, graceful in her khaki hunting clothes and as full of the golden monkey who capered along the water's edge beside her.
Lena Feldt hid among the rocks above and watched as Mrs. Coulter spoke to the officer in charge, and as his men put up tents, made fires, boiled water.
The witch had been among Serafina Pekkala's troop who rescued the children at Bolvangar, and she longed to shoot Mrs. Coulter on the spot; but some fortune was protecting glimpse of them told her more than she wanted to know; these soldiers had no daemons. And they weren't from Will's world, or the world of Cittagazze, where people's daemons were inside them, and where they still looked alive; these men were from her own world, and to see them without daemons was a gross and sickening horror.Then out of a tent by

Cassius Marcellus Coolidge A Bold Bluff

2009-02-12T00:25:00.000-08:00

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So in the end I asked this old lady who used to teach me the piano. She was the only person I could think of. I asked her if my mother could stay with her, and I took her there. I think she'll look after her all right. Anyway, I went back to the house to look for these letters, because I knew where she kept them, and I got them, and the men came to look I found that window. And that only happened because I saw the other cat and stopped to watch her, and she found the window first. If I hadn't seen her… or if Moxie hadn't come out of the bedroom then…"
"Yeah," said Lyra, "that was lucky. And me and Pan were thinking just now, what if I'd never gone into the wardrobe in the retiring room at Jordan and seen the Master put poison in the wine? None of this would have happened either."and broke into the house again. It was nighttime, or early morning. And I was hiding at the top of the stairs and Moxie—my cat, Moxie—she came out of the bedroom. And I didn't see her, nor did the man, and when I knocked into him she tripped him up, and he fell right to the bottom of the stairs…""And I ran away. That's all that happened. So I didn't mean to kill him, but I don't care if I did. I ran away and went to Oxford and then

Pablo Picasso Gertrude Stein

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

Pablo Picasso Gertrude SteinVincent van Gogh Starry Night over the RhoneClaude Monet The Seine At Argenteuil
that. Now tell me: What are you doing in this world? Is this where you came when we thought you were in Brasil or the Indies?"
"I found my way disturbance in the earth's magnetic field," Sir Charles continued. "The security services are alarmed. Every nation that does research into fundamental physics—what we call experimental theology—is turning to its scientists urgently to discover what's going on. Because they know that something is happening. And they suspect it has to do with other worlds."
"They do have a few clues to this, as a matter of fact. There is some here a long time ago," said Sir Charles. "It was too good a secret to reveal, even to you, Marisa. I've made myself very comfortable, as you can see. Being part of the Council of it easy for me to see where the power lay here.""As a matter of fact, I became a spy, though I never told my masters all I knew. The security services in this world were preoccupied for years with the Soviet Union—we know it as Muscovy. And although that threat has receded, there are still listening posts and machines trained in that direction, and I'm still in touch with those who run the spies."Mrs. Coulter sipped her Tokay. Her brilliant eyes were fixed unblinkingly on his."And I heard recently about a profound

Vincent van Gogh Stairway at Auvers

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

Vincent van Gogh Stairway at AuversVincent van Gogh Souvenir de MauveVincent van Gogh Peach Tree in Bloom
Summertown," she said, "please."
The driver was wearing a peaked cap. Everything about the car was smooth and soft and powerful, and the smell of the old man's cologne was strong in the enclosed space. The car pulled out from the pavement and moved awaytoo," Lyra said, with no idea what he was talking about.
"And how's your friend?"
"What friend?" said Lyra, alarmed. Had she told him about Will too?
"The friend you're staying with."
"Oh. Yes. She's very well, thank you." with no noise at all."So what have you been up to, Lizzie?" the old man said. "Did you find out more about those skulls?""Yeah," she said, twisting to see out of the rear window. There was no sign of the pale-haired man. She'd gotten away! And he'd never find her now that she was safe in a powerful car with a rich man like this. She felt a little hiccup of triumph."I made some inquiries too," he said. "An anthropologist friend of mine tells me that they've got several others in the collection, as well as the ones on display. Some of them are very old indeed. Neanderthal, you know.""Yeah, that's what I heard

Leroy Neiman End Around Larry Brown

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

Leroy Neiman End Around Larry BrownLeroy Neiman Elephant ChargeLeroy Neiman Easter Steed
want you to tell me about Dust," said Lyra, having looked around to make sure they were alone. "I know you know about it. I can prove it. You got to tell me."
"Dust? What are you talking about?"
"You might not call it that. It's elementary particles. In my world the Scholars call it Rusakov Particles, but normally they callShe stopped then, because Dr. Malone looked as if she was about to faint. The high color left her cheeks completely; she put one hand to her breast while the other clutched the arm of her chair, and her jaw dropped. it Dust. They don't show up easily, but they come out of space and fix on people. Not children so much, though. Mostly on grownups. And something I only found out today—I was in that museum down the road and there was some old skulls with holes in their heads, like the Tartars make, and there was a lot more Dust around them than around this other one that hadn't got that sort of hole in it. When's the Bronze Age?"The woman was looking at her wide-eyed."The Bronze Age? Goodness, I don't know; about five thousand years ago," she said."Ah, well, they got it wrong then, when they wrote that label. That skull with the two holes in it is thirty-three thousand years old."

Leroy Neiman Westchester Classic

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

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from Ci'gazze?" the girl said.
Will shook his head.
"From Sant'Elia?"
"No," said Lyra. "We're from somewhere else."
The girl nodded. This was a reasonable reply.
"What's happening?" said Will. "Where are the grownups?"
The girl's eyes narrowed. "Didn't the Specters come to your city?" she said.
"No," Will said. ""Up the hills. There was a big fog and storm and everyone was frightened, so we all run up in the hills. Then when the fog cleared, the grownups could see with telescopes that the city was full of Specters, so they couldn't come back. But the kids, we ain' afraid of Specters, all right. There's more kids coming down. They be here later, but we're firstWe just got here. We don't know about Specters. What is this city called?""Ci'gazze," the girl said suspiciously. "Cittagazze, all right.""Cittagazze," Lyra repeated. "Ci'gazze. Why do the grown-ups have to leave?""Because of the Specters," the girl said with weary scorn. "What's your name?""Lyra. And he's Will. What's yours?""Angelica. My brother is Paolo.""Where've you come from?"

Michael Austin The Black Drape

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

Michael Austin The Black DrapeSteve Thoms PoppiesJennifer Garant Wine Peddler
thought, it had at last met something it couldn't cut, and that was his love for her.
So he tried it now, summoning an image of his mother's face as he'd last seen her, fearful and distracted in Mrs. Cooper's little hallway.
But it didn't work. , Kirjava with her cat eyes helping to find them all.
Mary was shouldering her rucksack.
"Well," she said, "well, listen now, Will. We've hardly spoken, you and I...So we're still strangers, largely. But Serafina Pekkala and I made a promise to each other, and I made a promise to Lyra just now, and even if I hadn't made any other promisesThe knife cut easily through the air and opened into a world where they were having a rainstorm: heavy drops hurtled through, startling them both. He closed it again quickly and stood puzzled for a moment.His daemon knew what he should do, and said simply, "Lyra."Of course. He nodded, and with the knife in his right hand, he pressed with his left the spot where her tear still lay on his cheek.And this time, with a wrenching crack, the knife shattered and the blade fell in pieces to the ground, to glitter on the stones that were still wet with the rain of another universe.Will knelt to pick them up carefully

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Yellow and Blue

2009-02-01T19:06:00.000-08:00

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Yellow and BluePiet Mondrian Composition 2Steve Thoms Poppies
cloud-shadows racing past her and the tall grasses whipping her thighs, and watched the canopy of the grove. Boughs groaned, twigs snapped, great balks of green wood snapped off like dry sticks and fell all the long way to the ground, leaves. There was her rope; there were the splintered ruins of her platform. Her heart thudding painfully, she climbed in among the fallen branches, hauling herself through the familiar boughs at their unfamiliar angles, and balanced herself as high up as she could get.
She braced herself against a branch and took out the spyglass. Through it she saw two quite different movements in the sky.and then the crown itself, the crown of the very tree she knew so well, leaned and leaned and slowly began to topple.Every fiber in the trunk, the bark, the roots seemed to cry out separately against this murder. But it fell and fell, all the great length of it smashed its way out of the grove and seemed to lean toward Mary before crashing into the ground like a wave against a breakwater; and the colossal trunk rebounded up a little way, and settled down finally, with a groaning of torn wood.She ran up to touch the tossing

Jim Dine Hearts

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

Jim Dine HeartsAlbert Bierstadt Sierra NevadaGeorge Stubbs Whistlejacket
It was dark, with an enfolding blackness that pressed on Lyra's eyes so heavily that she almost felt the weight of the thousands of tons of rock above them. The only light they had came from the luminous tail of the Lady Salmakia's dragonfly, and even that was fading; for the poor insects had found no food in the world of the dead, and the Chevalier's had died not long before.
So while Tialys satwould have offered hers, since there was more of it; but it was all she could do to concentrate on placing her feet safely and avoiding the lowest parts of the rock above.
No-Name the harpy had led them into a system of caves that would bring them, she said, to the nearest point in the world of the dead from which they could open a window to another world. Behind them came the endless column of ghosts. The tunnel was on Will's shoulder, Lyra held the Lady's dragonfly in her hands as the Lady soothed it and whispered to the trembling creature, feeding it first on crumbs of biscuit and then on her own blood. If Lyra had seen her do that, she

Caravaggio The Incredulity of Saint Thomas

2009-01-18T21:34:00.000-08:00

Caravaggio The Incredulity of Saint ThomasAlbert Bierstadt Among the Sierra Nevada Mountains CaliforniaAlbert Bierstadt Yosemite Valley
ground.
What animal he was now, Will could hardly tell. He seemed to be so young, a cub, a puppy, something helpless and beaten, a so as not to distress the human who was abandoning him, and now they were both pretending that it wouldn't hurt, it wouldn't be long before they were together again, it was all for the best. But Will knew that the little girl was tearing her heart out of her breast.
Then she stepped down into the boat. She was so light that it barely rocked creature so sunk in misery that it was more misery than creature. His eyes never left Lyra's face, and Will could see her making herself not look away, not avoid the guilt, and he admired her honesty and her courage at the same time as he was wrenched with the shock of their parting. There were so many vivid currents of feeling between them that the very air felt electric to him.And Pantalaimon didn't ask why, because he knew; and he didn't ask whether Lyra loved Roger more than him, because he knew the true answer to that, too. And he knew that if he spoke, she wouldn't be able to resist; so the daemon held himself quiet

Jack Vettriano Bad, Bad Boys

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

Jack Vettriano Bad, Bad BoysJack Vettriano Bad Boy, Good GirlJack Vettriano Bad Boy Blues
How many are with Lord Asriel?"
"Mrs. Coulter," said the king, "these questions are just the sort of things a spy would want to find out."
"A fine sort of spy I'd be, to ask you so transparently," she replied. "I'm a captive, sir. I couldn't get away even if I had a safe place to flee to. . The African king halted beside her, thinking she was unwell, and indeed the light of the flaring sconce above her did throw ghastly shadows over her face.
"You say that so casually," she said, "as if it were something I should know, too, butFrom now on, I'm harmless, you can take my word for that.""If you say so, I am happy to believe you," said the king. "Angels are more difficult to understand than any human being. They're not all of one kind, to begin with; some have greater powers than others; and there are complicated alliances among them, and ancient enmities, that we know little about. The Authority has been suppressing them since he came into being."She stopped. She was genuinely shocked

Gustav Klimt Adam and Eve

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

Gustav Klimt Adam and EveFrederic Remington The CowboyThomas Kinkade venice
they had farther to fly, and they were limited by the speed of their own zeppelin tanker.
And there was another consideration: whoever seized Lyra first would have to fight their way out against the other force. It would be easier for the Consistorial Court, because they didn't have to consider getting Lyra away safely. They were flying Getting themselves aboard the zeppelin was hazardous for the spies, not least because of the equipment they had to carry. Apart from the lodestone resonator, the most important items were a pair of insect larvae, and their food. When the adult insects emerged, they would be more like there to kill her.The zeppelin carrying the President of the Consistorial Court was carrying other passengers as well, unknown to him. The Chevalier Tialys had received a message on his lodestone resonator, ordering him and the Lady Salrnakia to smuggle themselves aboard. When the zeppelins arrived at the valley, he and the Lady were to go ahead and make their way independently to the cave where Lyra was held, and protect her as well as they could until King Ogunwe's force arrived to rescue her. Her safety was to come above every other consideration.

Juan Gris Breakfast

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

Juan Gris BreakfastGeorge Bellows Stag at Sharkey'sGeorge Bellows Dempsey and Firpo
The blackbird flew off his shoulder and vanished in midair, and there was the angel again, sulking in the half-light. Before they went back through, Will looked all around, sniffing the air, taking the measure of the world where Lyra was captive.
"Where is your companion now?" he said.
"Following the woman south."
"Then we shall go that way, too, in the morning."
Next day Will walked for hours and saw no one. The country consisted for the most part of low hills covered in short dry grass, and useful, don't speak at all."
By the time he reached the edge of the forest, the sun was low and the air heavy with pollen, so much so that he sneezed several times, startling a bird that flew up shrieking from somewhere nearby.
"That was the first living thing I've seen today," Will said.
"Where are you going to camp?" said Balthamos.whenever he found himself on any sort of high point, he looked all around for signs of human habitation, but found none. The only variation in the dusty brown-green emptiness was a distant smudge of darker green, which he made for because Balthamos said it was a forest and there was a river there, which led south. When the sun was at its height, he tried and failed to sleep among some low bushes; and as the evening approached, he was footsore and weary."Slow progress," said Balthamos sourly."I can't help that," said Will. "If you can't say anything

Thomas Kinkade Key West

2009-01-12T22:19:00.001-08:00

Thomas Kinkade Key WestThomas Kinkade Hometown ChristmasThomas Kinkade Golden Gate Bridge San Francisco
he used to improve each habit. For instance, he lists habit #30 as “Intuition. Go with your gut instinct. It’s probably right“. This calls for more information. Seems to me Steve could have provided an example of when intuition has served him wellthis book with the wealth of information posted on Steve’s Site it becomes a formidable force in your arsenal to help manifest the success you are not only looking for but, are capable of achieving. Or, as we like to say here at SUCCCESS.org, this material is very likely to help you CREATE YOUR IDEAL FUTURE. I think that would’ve been helpful. Or, perhaps, sharing any technique he used to refine his intuitive powers and how that may have assisted him to Having said that, I fully appreciate there are size constraints to any book and I’m sure he had to pick and choose content. Not unlike myself with this review, as there is really so much more quality content, yet I can only address so much here!Summary… The Bottom SlicePersonal Development for Smart People is a very practical, useful and fantastic addition to any library on personal development! When you couple

Jack Vettriano The Purple Cat

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

Jack Vettriano The Purple CatJack Vettriano the PierJack Vettriano The Picnic Party
that passes through their lips each day.
Frank Bitzer, a 64-year-old retired project manager and study subject, lost 26 pounds during the study, and his cholesterol dropped to healthy levels. Today, four years after the end of the study, he has kept off 20 pounds and continues to feel the positivehealt effects. Asked about his experiences with keeping a food diary, he described it as "enlightening." He attributed much of his success to the ability to gain immediate information and "see the error of your ways.
"It enabled me to see how much of an impact it made with even just a slight change in your diet, such as having a bowl of ice cream or a fast-food cheeseburger," he says. "That can really skew your calorie intake."
"It really started with the food journals," she says. "Now it's in my head. By keeping food journals for so many months, the pattern for eating is with me."

Thomas Kinkade Elegant Evening at Biltmore

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

Thomas Kinkade Elegant Evening at BiltmoreThomas Kinkade DawsonThomas Kinkade Courage
Going from one temperature extreme to another in a matter of secondsproduces a definite sensory overload in the brain. Add that to the factthat you'll be stimulating the most sensitive area of your woman's bodyand you've got the makings of a and begin to pleasure your woman orallyfor thirty seconds or so.Now take a mouthful of crushed ice and hold it in your mouth for fifteenseconds. Resume your oral pleasuring technique for another thirtyseconds.Keep alternating between the hot and cold stimulants until your womanerupts in a mind-blowing orgasm.Although they say Coffee will keep you up all night, pouring it on yourpenis is not advised.Techniques For His Pleasurereal winner.Here's What You Need:One cup of crushed ice.One cup of hot (not scalding) coffee. If you don't like Coffee, use tea orwater.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Take a full sip of Coffee and swirl it around your mouth for about fifteenseconds. Swallow the Coffee

Andy Warhol Flowers 1964

2009-01-07T23:38:00.000-08:00

Andy Warhol Flowers 1964Andy Warhol Fiesta PigAndy Warhol Female Fashion Figure with Flowers and Plants
Hormones may be primarily responsible for your sex drive, but nurturing your passion for your partner will work wonders for keeping desire burning strong. If your sex life has cooled of late, try these tips to help rekindle the flame. Planyour routine. If you and your partner have been together a long time, chances are you have a fairly so they don't get away from you. Call them dates, if you like. Planning to make love creates anticipation and piques interest. You don't have to go anywhere or do anything special. Set aside an evening, or a morning or an afternoon if your days are free, just for each other.Change established pattern when it comes to making love. The next time you find yourself starting your regular ritual, stop and make a change. It doesn't have to be anything major. Shower together instead of separately, light scented candles, or massage each other with heated body oil. Play musicyour encounters. Time has a habit of slipping away, becoming filled with activities (even just watching television) you didn't plan. Schedule your amorous adventures

William Beard Majestic Stag

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

William Beard Majestic StagWilliam Beard Dancing Bears
William Beard So You Wanna Get Married
What kept those BuyNholders in? It was emotion. They fell in love with the stock because they "knew" it was worth more and would "come back up".
Investing is not an "I hope, I hope" business, but it is a business. Never become emotionally attached to anything you buy. checking to see if your various stocks are advancing as planned. Forget all those pretty research reports your broker sent you. Burn them. Now you must not care anything about that company. What you care about now is your money. As long as the stock price is advancing you may continue your love affair, but when it starts down it is time for a Time to leave before the damage gets worse.
This is where emotion becomes expensive. If you just boughtIf you were in the buggy whip in 1900 and saw the automobile putting the horse out to pasture you easily knew it was time to sell out. That also applies to any you make in the stock market.Once each month you should be

Jack Vettriano her Secret life

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

Jack Vettriano her Secret lifeJack Vettriano Her Secret Life IIJack Vettriano Heat Wave
angrily:
"You're a nuisance!..."
Mytyl was greatly upset and confused. She sucked her thumb and resolved to hold her tongue for ever after, as she had been so badly treated! But a breath of wind made the leaves of the trees whisper and suddenly recalled the Children to their fears and their sense of loneliness. They hugged each other tight and began to talk again, so as not to hear the horrible silence:
"When will you turn the diamond?'' asked Mytyl.
"You heard Light say that I was to wait until midnight, because that disturbs them less; it is when they come out to take the air.... "
"Isn't it the diamond with Mytyl clinging to him, hanging with all her weight on her brother's arm and screaming at the top of her Voice:
"I don't want to see the Dead! …They will be awful! … I can't possibly! … I am midnight yet..." Tyltyl turned round, saw the church clock and hardly had the strength to answer, for the hands were just upon the hour: "Listen," he stammered, "listen… It is just going to strike…stiff with fright, was able to say:"Not now… I am going to turn the diamond…" "No, no, no!" cried Mytyl. "I am so frightened, little brother!…Don't do it!…. I want to go away!…" Tyltyl vainly tried to lift his hand' he could not reach

Andy Warhol Page from Lips Book painting

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

Andy Warhol Page from Lips Book paintingAndy Warhol Ingrid with Hat paintingAndy Warhol Flowers 1964 painting
Ah!" he said, with a sigh, for he was joining blindly in his , without for a moment reflecting that the end of the journey would mean the , not if he were as plump and sweet as a quail!" The idiots," she thought, "have very nearly spoilt the whole thing by foolishly throwing themselves at the Fairy's feet, as though they were guilty of a crime. It is better to rely upon one's self alone. In my cat-life, all our training is founded on suspicion; I can see that it is just the same in the of men. Those who confide in others are only betrayed; it is better to keep silent and to be treacherous one's self."
Bread followed solemnly, carrying the cage; the two Children came next; and Sugar brought up the rear.
But where was the Cat? To discover the reason of her absence, we must go a little way back and read her thoughts. At the time when Tylette called a meeting of the Animals and Things in the Fairy's hall, she was contemplating a great plot which would aim at prolonging the journey; but she had reckoned without the stupidity of her hearers:

hassam The Goldfish Window

2009-01-02T22:36:00.000-08:00

hassam The Goldfish Windowhassam The Barnyardhassam Ten Pound Islandhassam Summer Sunlight
Opponents, however, say Google and Yahoo's measures don't go far enough. "[Removing the last three digits of the last octet] is like taking the last digit or two off a phone number," argued Marc Rotenberg, executive director of the Electronic Privacy Information Center. "It's the preceding digits that give you the most information."A cautionary talestudents are probably avid members of a social network, where they happily divulge their favorite movies, what they did over the weekend, and their relationship status. Marketers, in fact, point out this free flow of information in arguing that people actually want to see tailored specifically for them.
All of the hand-wringing raises an important question: how much do users really care about their privacy?
Conti, the West Point professor, interviewed some about two years ago and found that they knew or suspected their surfing habits were being recorded, but said they really didn't care. "They needed the quick fix of information and that outweighed any longer term concerns [about privacy]," said Conti.
This isn't all that surprising in the Facebook. Many of these same

Jack Vettriano Working the Lounge

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

Jack Vettriano Working the LoungeJack Vettriano words of WisdomJack Vettriano Woman Pursued
Page 634784, Section 5a, Entry: Magrathea) Far back in the mists of ancient time, in the great and glorious days of the former Galactic Empire, wild, rich and largely tax free. Mighty starships plied their way between exotic suns, seeking adventure and reward amongst the furthest reaches of Galactic space. In those days spirits were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women, and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri. And all dared to brave unknown terrors, to do mighty they began to imagine that this was therefore the fault of the worlds they'd settled on - none of them was entirely satisfactory: either the climate wasn't quite right in the later part of the afternoon, or the day was half an hour too long, or the sea was exactly the wrong shade of pink. And thus were created the conditions for a staggering new form of specialist industry: custom-made luxury planet of this industry was the planet deeds, to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before - and thus was the Empire forged. Many men of course became extremely rich, but this was perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of because no one was really poor - at least no one worth speaking of. And for all the richest and most successful became rather dull and niggly, and

Perrault La Tarantella

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

Perrault La TarantellaPerrault The Apple PickerZurbaran Defence of Cadiz against the EnglishLorrain Italian Coastal Landscape
The sun spins about once every 25 days, gradually deforming its magnetic field.
Well, imagine a dying star heavier than the sun collapsing into a wad of matter just a dozen miles in diameter.
Like a spinning ballerina pulling his or her arms inward, this change in size spins the neutron star -- and its magnetic field -- out of control.

7. NeutrinosPull out a dime from your pocket and hold it up for a second... guess what? About 150 billion tiny, nearly massless particles called neutrinos just passed through it as though it didn't even exist.
Scientists have found that they originate in stars (living or exploding), nuclear material and from the Big Bang. The elementary particles come in three "flavors" and, stranger still, seem to disappear on a whim.Calculations show these objects possess temporary magnetic fields about one million billion times stronger than the Earth's. That's powerful enough to destroy your credit card from hundreds of thousands of miles away, and deform atoms into ultra-thin cylinders.Caption: Artist's rendition of a magnetar with magnetic fields shown. Credit: NASA

Dali The Ship

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

Dali The ShipDali The Metamorphosis of NarcissusDali The Hallucinogenic ToreadorDali The Birth of Liquid Desires
pained expression crossed Arthur's face. "But who are the Dentrassi?" he said. "Great guys," said Ford. "They're the best cooks and the best drink mixers and they don't give a wet slap about anything else. And they'll always help hitch hikers aboard, partlyfrowned at one of the other mattresses. "Unfortunately I got stuck on the Earth for rather longer than I intended," said Ford. "I came for a week and got stuck for fifteen years." "But how did you get there in the first place then?" "Easy, I got a lift with a teaser." "A teaser?" "Yeah." "Er, what is ..." "A teaser? Teasers are usually rich kids with nothing to do. They cruise around looking for planets which haven't made interstellar contact yet and buzz them." "Buzz them?" Arthur began to feel that Ford was enjoying making they like the company, but mostly because it annoys the Vogons. Which is exactly the sort of thing you need to know if you're an impoverished hitch hiker trying to see the marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan Dollars a day. And that's my job. Fun, isn't it?" Arthur looked lost. "It's amazing," he said and

Vibert Autumn Flowers

2008-12-23T01:06:00.000-08:00

Vibert Autumn FlowersVibert The ReprimandVibert The Final TouchCorot View at Riva Italian Tyrol
stepped out of his apartment, turned left in the west hall, and ran to the back stairs that earlier he had taken to the third floor and the white room. Goofing, having more fun than the law allowed, proceeding at times with exaggerated stealth, in a crouch like sight of this, Corky at once grew more serious. With caution he approached the apartment. He stood with his back to the hallway wall, beside the open door, listening.When he crossed the threshold, he went in low and fast, holding the Glock in two hands, sweeping left to right, right to left.The study was deserted.Quickly but prudently, he searched the rest of the apartment and found no sign of his quarry.Returning to the front room, he noticed the contents of the six black boxes on the desk. Evidently, Truman was still trying to solve the riddle. Amusing.a commando slipping through an enemy fortress, at other times strutting like Vin Diesel when he knows the script specifies that all bullets will miss him, Corky followed the north hall past the breakfast room, the butler’s pantry, the kitchen.He wished that it would have been practical to wear his yellow slicker and his droopy yellow hat. He would have enormously enjoyed seeing Truman’s amazed expression when confronted by a banana-bright assassin spitting death.In the west hall, the door to the security chief’s apartment stood open.At the

Blum Secret Amaryllis II

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

Blum Secret Amaryllis IIBlum Secret Amaryllis IBlum Row of Red AmaryllisBlum Row of Orchids
When he began to breathe again, the distant voice that existed only in his imagination ceased to be heard even there.He descended the main stairs to the second floor, where he found Fric in the library.Reading a book, the boy sat in an armchair that he had you’d like to tell me? Are you worried about something? Because you don’t seem like yourself.”The kid looked away from Ethan, to the book. He closed the book and lowered it to his lap.As a cop, Ethan had long ago learned patience.Making eye contact again, Fric leaned forward in his chair. He seemed about to whisper moved from its intended position. The back of it was tight against the Christmas tree.When Ethan opened the door and entered, Fric gave a start, which he tried to conceal by pretending that he had merely been adjusting his position in the armchair. Stark fear had widened his eyes and clenched his jaws for an instant, until he realized that Ethan was only Ethan.“Hello, Fric. You okay? I paged you here on the intercom a few minutes ago.”[454] “Didn’t hear it, ummm, no, not the intercom,” said the boy, lying so ineptly that had he been hooked up to a polygraph, the machine might have exploded.“You moved the chair.”“Chair? Ummm, no, I found it like this, here like, you know, just like this.”Ethan perched on the edge of another armchair. “Is something wrong, Fric?”“Wrong?” the boy asked, as though the meaning of that word eluded him.“Is there something

Mary Cassatt Tea painting

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

Mary Cassatt Tea paintingEdgar Degas Woman Combing Her Hair paintingFrederic Edwin Church Autumn painting
glance from Hazard, Ethan shrugged. Hazard slammed shut the ambulance door.Sheen’s puzzlement resolved into amazement. “You don’t mean they send two detectives ’cause maybe someone stole a two-dollar Christmas doing Dragnet.”Employing the intense and disapproving stare with which he could wither everything from hard-case thugs to flower arrangements, Hazard said, “Are you a Christian hater, Mr. Sheenornament?”Neither Ethan nor Hazard had an answer for that.Sheen should have let it go then, but like a lot of people these days, his ignorance of the true nature of a cop’s work allowed him to feel [382] smugly superior to anyone with a badge. “What’s it take to get a kitten out of a tree—a SWAT team?”Hazard said, “The missing ornament isn’t simply a matter of two dollars, is it, Detective Truman?”“No,” Ethan agreed, falling into their old rhythm, “it’s the principle of the thing. And it’s a hate crime.”“Definitely a felony hate crime under the California Criminal Code,” Hazard deadpanned.“For the duration of the season,” Ethan said, “we’re assigned to the Ornament and Manger Scene Defacement Response Team.”“That’s a division,” Hazard added, “of the Christmas Spirit Task Force established pursuant to the Anti-Hate Act of 2001.”A tentative smile crept across Sheen’s face as he cocked his head first at Ethan, then at Hazard. “You’re goofing me, right,

Thomas Kinkade Lamplight bridge painting

2008-12-16T22:12:00.001-08:00

Thomas Kinkade Lamplight bridge paintingThomas Kinkade Stillwater Cottage paintingVincent van Gogh Wheat Fields painting
perhaps too in love with the flash of it. On some level, he recognizes what he’s failed to give Fric, and he surely wishes that things were different between them, but he doesn’t know how to fix it and still do everything he needs to do to keep being who he is. So he pushes it out of mind. If you were to put a gift under the tree for Fric, Mr. of the staff and a good example to our Fric, who is more observant of you than you probably realize.”Now, in her memo, Mrs. McBee addressed the gift issue once more. “She’d had the day to reconsider her advice: As to the delicate issue of an unexpected gift, I find that I want to qualify what I told you earlier. A small and very special item, something more magical than expensive, if left not under the tree but elsewhere, and anonymously, would thrill the recipient in the way that you and I Manheim’s guilt would surface, and he’d be hurt by what your gesture implied. Although he’s a fair man with employees, I wouldn’t be able to predict what he might do.”“Sometimes, when I think about that lonely little kid, I want to shake a little sense into his old man even if—”Mrs. McBee had raised a warning hand. “Even among ourselves, we don’t gossip about those who buy our bread, Mr. Truman. That would be ungrateful and indecent. What I’ve said here has been by way of friendly advice, because I believe you’re a valuable member

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Necklace painting

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

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Necklace paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkeys paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Cropped Hair painting
I’ve given up the brain-damage theory.”[241] “Good for you. So what happened after you left the florist?”Operating on the two-ghost theory of credibility, Ethan didn’t tell him about the PT Cruiser, but said, “I went to a bar.”“You’re not a guy if you’re a believer.”“Are you a believer?”“I used to be.”“Not since Hannah died, huh?”Ethan shrugged. “Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. It’s a day-to-day thing.”After giving him a look that could have peeled an onion layer by layer to the pearl at the corewho looks for answers in a glass of gin.”“This was Scotch. Didn’t find any answers there either. Might try vodka next.”“So that’s everything? You’ve come clean with me now?”With all the conviction that he could muster, Ethan said, “What—this whole mess isn’t X-Files enough already? You want there should be some aliens in it, vampires, werewolves?”“What’re you—dodging the question?”“I’m not dodging anything,” Ethan said, regretting that he was going to be forced to lie boldly rather than by indirection. “Yeah, that was everything, through the flower shop. I was drinking Scotch when I got your call.”“Truth?”“Yeah. I was drinking Scotch, I got your call.”“Remember, you’re in a church here.”“The whole world’s a church

Maxfield Parrish Morning Light painting

2008-12-10T21:33:00.000-08:00

Maxfield Parrish Morning Light paintingLouis Aston Knight Cottage by the River paintingVittore Carpaccio The Virgin Reading paintingGeorge Frederick Watts Orlando Pursuing the Fata Morgana painting
inside the threshold, he stood listening. He left the door open at his back.Rain drummed on the roof, a distant rumble like the marching feet of legions gone to war in some far, hollow kingdom.Otherwise, only silence rewarded his keen attention. Maybe spiral now like nautilus shell into nautilus shell.Searching in a hostile situation of the usual kind, Ethan would have proceeded with both hands on the gun, with arms out straight, maintaining a measured pressure on the trigger. He would have cleared doorways quick and low.Instead, he gripped the pistol in his right hand, aimed at the ceiling. He proceeded cautiously but not with the full drama inherent in police-academy style.instinct warned him or maybe imagination misled him, but he sensed that this was not a slack silence, that it was instead a coiled quiet as full of potential energy as a cobra, rattler, or black mamba.Because he preferred not to draw the attention of a neighbor and didn’t want to facilitate any exit but his own, he closed the door. Locked it.From scams, from drugs, from worse, Duncan Whistler had made himself rich. Criminals routinely grab big money, but few keep it or keep the freedom to spend it. Dunny had been clever enough to avoid arrest, to launder his money, and to pay his taxes.Consequently, his apartment was enormous, with two connecting [90] hallways, rooms leading into rooms, rooms that ordinarily did not spiral as they seemed to

Leonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra de Benci painting

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

Leonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra de Benci paintingLeonardo da Vinci Portrait Of A Young Lady paintingLeonardo da Vinci Madonna of the Yarnwinder paintingLeonardo da Vinci Leda 1530 painting
'But we have not journeyed far south yet,' answered Aragorn. `It is still winter, and we are far from the sea. Here the world is cold until the sudden spring, and we may yet have snow again. Far away down in the Bay of Belfalas, to which Anduin runs, it is warm and merry, maybe, or would be but for the Enemy. But here we are and of late, it is said, they have dared to cross the water and raid the herds and studs of Rohan.'Sam looked from bank to bank uneasily. The trees had seemed hostile before, as if they harboured secret eyes and lurking dangers; now he wished that the trees were still there. He felt that the Company was too naked, afloat in little open boats in the midst of shelterless lands, and on a river that was the frontier of war.In the next day or two, as they went on, borne steadily southwards, this feeling of insecurity grew on all the Company. For a whole day they took to their paddles and hastened forward. The banks slid by. Soon the River broadened and grew more shallow; long stony beaches lay upon the east, and there were not above sixty leagues, I guess, south of the Southfarthing away in your Shire, hundreds of long miles yonder. You are looking now south-west across the north plains of the Riddermark, Rohan the land of the Horse-lords. Ere long we shall come to the mouth of the Limlight that runs down from Fangorn to join the Great River. That is the north boundary of Rohan; and of old all that lay between Limlight and the White Mountains belonged to the Rohirrim. It is a rich and pleasant land, and its grass has no rival; but in these evil days folk do not dwell by the River or ride often to its shores. Anduin is wide, yet the orcs can shoot their arrows far across the stream;

Edgar Degas Dancers in Blue painting

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

Edgar Degas Dancers in Blue paintingVincent van Gogh Stairway at Auvers painting
'One of you might have fallen in and still be wondering when you were going to strike the bottom,' said Aragorn to Merry. 'Let the guide go first while you have one.''This seems to have been a guardroom, made for the watching of the three passages,' said Gimli. `That hole was plainly a well for the guards' use, covered with a stone lid. But the lid is broken, and we must all take care in the dark.'
Vincent van Gogh Olive grove paintingThomas Kinkade Victorian Christmas painting
Steady! Steady! ' cried Gandalf as Merry and Pippin pushed forward, glad to find a place where they could rest with at least more feeling of shelter than in the open passage. `Steady! You do not know what is inside yet. I will go first.'He went in cautiously, and the others filed behind. `There! ' he said, pointing with his staff to the middle of the floor. Before his feet they saw a large round hole like the mouth of a well. Broken and rusty chains lay at the edge and trailed down into the black pit. Fragments of stone Pippin felt curiously attracted by the well. While the others were unrolling blankets and making beds against the walls of the chamber, as far as possible from the hole in the floor, he crept to the edge and peered over. A chill air seemed to strike his face, rising from invisible depths. Moved by a sudden impulse he groped for a loose stone, and let it drop. He felt his heart beat many times before there was any sound. Then far below, as if the stone had fallen into deep water in some cavernous place, there came a plunk, very distant, but magnified and repeated in the hollow shaft.

Diane Romanello paintings

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

Diane Romanello paintingsEdvard Munch paintings
never again be found in Middle-earth.` "At the worst," said he, "our Enemy knows that we have it not and that it still is lost. But what was lost may yet be found, he thinks. Fear not! His hope will cheat him. Have I not earnestly studied this matter? Into Anduin the Great it fell; and long ago, while Sauron slept, it was rolled down the River to the Sea. There let it
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upon us. But say on!'`From the first my heart misgave me, against all reason that I knew,' said Gandalf, `and I desired to know how this thing came to Gollum, and how long he had possessed it. So I set a watch for him, guessing that he would ere long come forth from his darkness to seek for his treasure. He came, but he escaped and was not found. And then alas! I let the matter rest, watching and waiting only, as we have too often done.`Time passed with many cares, until my doubts were awakened again to sudden fear. Whence came the hobbit's ring? What, if my fear was true, should be done with it? Those things I must decide. But I spoke yet of my dread to none, knowing the peril of an untimely whisper lie until the End."'Gandalf fell silent, gazing eastward from the porch to the far peaks of the Misty Mountains, at whose great roots the peril of the world had so long lain hidden. He sighed.`There I was at fault,' he said. `I was lulled by the words of Saruman the Wise; but I should have sought for the truth sooner, and our peril would now be less.'`We were all at fault,' said Elrond, `and but for your vigilance

Caillebotte Norman Landscape

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trumpets!' he cried, turning round again with shining eyes and dancing on the floor. 'It's fine to see you up and yourself again, sir! Gandalf asked me to come and see if you were ready to come down, and I thought he was joking.''I am ready,' said Frodo. 'Let's go and look for the rest of the party!'`I can take you to them, sir,' said Sam. `It's a big house this, and very peculiar. Always a bit more to discover, and no knowing what you'll find round a corner. And Elves, sir! Elves here, and Elves there! Some like kings, terrible and splendid; and some as -not that I have had the time or the heart for much listening since we got here. But I'm getting to know some of the ways of the place.''I know what you have been doing, Sam,' said Frodo, taking his arm. 'But you shall be merry tonight, andabove the steep bank of the river. He found his friends sitting in a porch on the side of the house looking east. Shadows had fallen in the valley below, but there was still a light on the faces of the mountains far above. The air was warm. The sound of running and falling water was loud, and the evening was filled with a faint scent of trees and flowers, as if Hurray!' cried Pippin, springing up. `Here is our noble cousin! Make way for Frodo, Lord of the Ring!''Hush!' said Gandalf from the shadows at the back of the porch. `Evil things do not come

Volegov Familiar Melody

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aren't going to stay here for the night, are we, sir?' he exclaimed. 'If there are hobbit-folk in these pans, why don't we look for some that would be willing to take us in? It would be.''What's wrong with the inn?' said Frodo. 'Tom Bombadil recommended it. I expect it's enough inside.'Even from the outside the inn looked a pleasant house to familiar eyes. It had a front on the Road, and two wings running back on land partly cut out of thesong inside, and many cheerful voices joined loudly in the chorus. They listened to this encouraging sound for a moment and then got off their ponies. The song ended and there was a burst of laughter and clapping.They led their ponies under the arch, and leaving them standing in the yard they climbed up the steps. Frodo went forward and nearly bumped into a short fat man with a bald head and a red face. He had a white apron on, and was bustling out of one door and in through another, carrying a tray laden with full mugs.'Can we—' began Frodo. lower slopes of the hill, so that at the rear the second-floor windows were level with the ground. There was a wide arch leading to a courtyard between the two wings, and on the left under the arch there was a large doorway reached by a few broad steps. The door was open and light streamed out of it. Above the arch there was a lamp, and beneath it swung a large signboard: a fat white pony reared up on its hind legs. Over the door was painted in white letters: THE PRANCING PONY by BARLIMAN BUTTERBUR. Many of the lower windows showed lights behind thick curtains.As they hesitated outside in the gloom, someone began singing a merry

Matisse The Lying Nude

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grip each other's hands; they danced up and down on their chairs in which they have been painted: Dilys Derwent sobbed unashamedly; Dexter Fortescue was waving his ear-trumpet; and Phineas Niggelus called,

in his high, reedy voice, "And let it be noted that Slytherin House played its part! Let our contribution not be forgotten!"
　　　At last, Harry held up his hands, and the portraits fell respectfully silent, beaming and mopping their eyes and waiting eagerly for him to speak. He directed his words at Dumbledore, however, and chose them with
　　　But Harry had eyes only for the man who stood in the largest portrait directly behind the headmaster's chair. Tears were sliding down from behind the half-moon spectacles into the long silver beard, and the pride and the gratitude emanating from him filled Harry wit h the same balm as phoenix song.

Corot First Leaves, near Nantes

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delightful young wizard who knew my interest in the exquisite Snorkack. A Christmas surprise for my Luna. Now," he said, turning to Harry, "why exactly have you come here, Mr. Potter?"

"We need some help," said Harry, before Hermione could start again.

"Ah," said Xenophilius, "Help, Hmm."

　His good eye moved again to Harry's scar. He seemed simultaneously terrified and mesmerized.

"Yes. The thing is ... helping Harry Potter ... rather dangerous..."

　"Aren't you the one who keeps telling everyone it's their first duty to help Harry?" said Ron. "In that magazine of yours?"

　Xenophilius glanced behind him at the concealed printing press, still banging and clattering beneath the tablecloth.

"Er - yes, I have expressed that view. however -"

Gustav Klimt Expectation (gold foil) painting

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mistakenly saw his introverted silence as expressive of doubts -- about his return to Bombay, about being dragged into political activity of a type that had always been abhorrent to him, about her. To disguise her fears, she spoke to him in the form of a lecture. "If you're serious about shaking off your foreignness, Salad baba, then don't fall into some kind of rootless limbo instead. Okay? We're all here. We're right in front of you. You should really try and make an adult acquaintance with this place, this time. Try and embrace this city, as it is, not some childhood memory that makes you both nostalgic and sick. Draw it close. The actually existing place. Make its faults your own. Become its creature; belong." He nodded, absently; and she, thinking he was preparing to leave her once again, stormed out in a rage that left him utterly perplexed.
Should he telephone Allie? Had Gibreel told her about the voices?
Should he try to see Gibreel?

Caravaggio The Conversion on the Way to Damascus painting

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the same message, scrawled across the lower right--hand corner of the cream mounts: _To A., in hopes,from Brunel_. When Gibreel noticed these inscriptions he demanded an explanation, pointing furiously at the cartoons with fully extended arm, while with his free hand he clutched a bedsheet around him (he was attired in this informal manner because he'd decided the time was ripe for him to make a full inspection of the premises, _can't spend one's whole ljfe on one's back, or even yours_, he'd said); Allie, forgivably, laughed. "You look like Brutus, all murder and dignity," she teased him. "The picture of an honourable man." He shocked her by shouting violently: "Tell me at once who the bastard is."
"You can't be serious," she said. Jack Brunel worked as an animator, was in his late fifties and had known her father. She had never had the faintest interest in him, but he had taken to courting her by the strangulated, wordless method of sending her, from time to time, these graphic gifts.

Pierre Auguste Renoir The Umbrellas painting

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Rather, the pleasant odor appeared to affect the subjects' emotional ratings of their dreams.
Strong Emotional Impact
The sense of smell is known to be closely associated with the brain's limbic system, which governs emotion and behavior.
"If odor has a strong effect on your emotions when you're awake, it makes sense for it to have a strong effect on your emotions when you're asleep," said Stuck, who presented the research Sunday in Chicago at the annual meeting of the American Academy of Otolaryngology—Head and Neck Surgery. The findings have not been published.
women have been shown to have the best sense of smell, they said.
Tubes were taped to the subjects' nostrils, linking them to olfactometers. The devices pumped constant streams of air into their noses so a gust of odor would not wake them.
The subjects' brain activity was also being monitored. When they reached the rapid-eye-movement (REM) stage of sleep, when most dreams occur, a shot of scent was administered via the olfactometer for ten

Claude Monet Haystack at Giverny painting

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handling of those four regiments in the mutiny they would have joined the other mutineers, and that therefore, but for him, Tiberius would not have had any Empire at all to rule over-well, that was not far from the truth. But naturally Tiberius did not like it, if only because the mutinous regiments were, as I explained, the ones with which he had himself had most to do. Silius's wife Sosia was Agrippina's best woman friend. It so happened that Silius at the great Roman games, which were held early in September, was betting very heavily on the Leek Green. Sefanus shouted across to him: "I'll take you up to any amount. My money's on Scarlet." Silius shouted back: "You're backing the wrong colour, my friend. The Scarlet charioteer hasn't the least idea of managing his reins. He tries to do it all with the whip. I'll bet you an even thousand that Leek Green wins. Young Nero here says he'll make it fifteen

Vincent van Gogh Starry Night over the Rhone painting

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WHEN I CAME OF AGE, TIBERIUS HAD LATELY BEEN ordered by Augustus to adopt Germanicus as his son, though he already had Castor as an heir, thus bringing him over from the Claudian into the Julian family. I now found myself head of the senior branch of the Claudians and in indisputable possession of the money and to come to me for signature and I was the family priest. My coming of age ceremony contrasted curiously with that of Germanicus. I put on my manly-gown at midnight and without any attendants or procession was carried into the Capitol in a sedan, where I sacrificed and was then carried back to bed. Germanicus estates inherited from my rather. I became my mother's guardian-for she had never married again-which she felt as a humiliation. She treated me with rather more severity than before, though all Business documents had