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Jack Vettriano A Kind of Loving II

2009-05-15T01:08:00.000-07:00

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to admit . . . I never had an audience like dat in my whole life,' said Cliff.
‘Oook.'
'If we're so good,' a smaller man wearing a long coat and a wide, friendly grin.
'Ah,' said the grin. 'You'd be Buddy, right?'
‘Er, yes.'
And then the man was inside, without actually appearing to have moved, and kicking the door shut in the landlord's face.
'Dibbler's the name,' the grin went on. 'C. M. O. T. Dibbler. I dare say you've heard said Glod, 'why ain't we rich?'"Cos you do the negotiatin',' said Cliff. 'If we've got to pay for der furniture, I'm soon goin' to have to eat my dinner through a straw.''You saying I'm no good?' said Glod, getting angrily to his feet.'You blow good horn. But you ain't no financial wizard.''Hah, I'd just like to see 'There was a knock on the door.Cliff sighed. 'Dat'll be Hibiscus again,' he said. 'Pass me dat mirror. I'll try to hit one out on de other side.'Buddy opened the door. Hibiscus was there, but behind

Jack Vettriano exit Eden

2009-05-13T01:10:00.000-07:00

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that would have interested the four enforcers of the Musicians' Guild sitting outside a piano‑shaped hole in Phedre Road.things, she knew. But only because he was, well, quite frankly, a bit soppy.
He'd been made a duke by Queen Keli of Sto Lat. Susan knew what the title meant ‑ duke meant 'war leader'. But her father never fought anyone. He seemed to spend all his time travelling from one wretched city state to another, all over the Sto Plains, just talking to people and trying to get them to talk to other people. He'd never killed anyone, as far as Susan knew, although he may have talked a few politicians to death. That didn't seem to be much of a job for a war leader. Admittedly there didn't seem to be all the little wars there used to be, but it was
. . . not a proud kind of life.Susan strode through the rooms of Death, seething gently with anger and just a touch of fear, which only made the anger worse.How could anyone even think like that? How could anyone be content to just be the personification of a blind force? Well, there were going to be changes . . .Her father had tried to change

Thomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MEMORIES

2009-05-11T23:56:00.000-07:00

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weeks ago, he'd have said so. But then he'd been a good circle‑going boy from the valleys, who didn't drink, didn't swear and played the harp at every druidic sacrifice.
Now he worse than students.'
And he raised his crossbow and fired, right at the main bellows.needed that piano. The sound had been nearly right.He snapped his fingers in time with his thoughts.'But we ain't got anyone to play it,' said Cliff.'You get the piano,' said Glod. 'I'll get the piano player.'And all the time they kept glancing at the guitar.The wizards advanced in a body towards the organ. The air around it vibrated as if super‑heated.'What an unholy noise!' shouted the Lecturer in Recent Runes.'Oh, I don't know!' screamed the Dean. 'It's rather catchy!'Blue sparks crackled between the organ pipes. The Librarian could just be seen high in the trembling structure.'Who's pumping it?' screamed the Senior Wrangler.Ridcully looked around at the side. The handle seemed to be going up and down by itself.'I'm not having this,' he muttered, 'not in my damn university. It's

Paul Klee Fish Magic

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

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we have travelled for many miles over–’ said the acolyte.
'Shut up a minute, will you?'
The holy man put out his hand, palm turned vertical, and waved it a few times. He muttered under his breath.
The acolytes a large white horse was placidly watching the view.
He said, GO AWAY.
The horse watched him warily. It was considerably more intelligent than most horses, although this was not a difficult achievement. It seemed aware that things weren't right with its master.
I MAY BE SOME TIME, said Death.
And he set out.
It wasn't raining in Ankh‑Morpork. This had come as a big surprise to Imp.exchanged glances. They hadn't expected this. Finally, their leader found a drop of courage.'Master–’The holy man turned and caught him across the ear. The sound this made was definitely a clap.'Ah! Got it!' said the holy man. 'Now, what can I do for–’He stopped as his brain caught up with his ears.'What did he mean, humans?'Death walked thoughtfully across the hill to the place where

Rembrandt Christ On The Cross

2009-05-06T01:23:00.000-07:00

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you're a wolf and human at the same time, right? Tricky, that. I can see that. Bit of a dichotomy, sort of thing. Makes you kind of like a dog. said. Truth rang on every word.
'The thing is . . . the actual thing is . . . I will, though,' he added, trembling. 'It's a bugger, bein' a dog.'
He thought some more, and sighed.
'Oh, I remember. It's the one in the throat,' he said.'Cos that's what a dog is, really. Half a wolf and half a human. You were right about that. We've even got names. Hah! So our bodies tell us one thing, our heads tell us another. It's a dog's life, being a dog. And I bet you can't run away from him. Not really. He's your master.'The darkness was more silent. Gaspode thought he heard movement.'He wants you to come back. The thing is, if he finds you, that's it. He'll speak, and you'll have to obey. But if you goes back of your own accord, then it's your decision. You'd be happier as a human. I mean, what can I offer you except rats and a choice of fleas? I mean, I don't know, I don't see it as much of a problem, you just have to stay indoors six or seven nights every month—'Angua howled.The hairs that still remained on Gaspode's back stood on end. He tried to remember which was his jugular vein.'I don't want to have to come in there and get you,' he

Camille Pissarro The garden at Pontoise 1877

2009-05-05T01:44:00.000-07:00

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than height, it was more a case of both of them orbiting around each other. If he let go, it was an even chance that the target would be hit by a spiky ball or an unexploded Corporal Nobbs. Neither prospect pleased.
Tut it downout now.'
Five men emerged, edging cautiously arou, Nobby,' hissed Colon, 'I don't think they're going to make trouble . . .''I can't let go, Fred!'Carrot sucked his knuckles.'Do you think that comes under the heading of "minimum necessary force", sergeant?' he asked. He appeared to be genuinely worried.'Fred! Fred! What'll I do?'Nobby was a terrified blur. When you are swinging a spiky ball on a chain, the only realistic option is to keep moving. Standing still is an interesting but brief demon- stration of a spiral in action.'Is he still breathing?' said Colon.'Oh, yes. I pulled the punch.''Sounds minimum enough to me, sir,' said Colon loyally.'Fredddd!'Carrot reached out absent-mindedly as the morning-star rocketed past and caught it by the chain. Then he threw it against the wall, where it stuck.'You men in there in the Watch House,' he said, 'come

Edward Hopper The Martha McKeen of Wellfleet

2009-05-04T01:14:00.000-07:00

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grocer stared at him. 'Are you a dwarf?' he said.
Amazing! How do people do it,' said Cuddy.
'Well, I'm off! I'm not stopping to see Mrs Poppley ravished by the little devils! You know what they say about dwarfs!'
The Watch watched the couple head off into the crowd again.
'Well, ,' don't,' said Cuddy, to no-one in particular. 'What is it they say about dwarfs?'
Carrot fielded a man pushing a barrow.
'Would you mind pottery and they've broken down the Brass Bridge and—'
Carrot looked up the road.
'You just came over the Brass Bridge,' he said.
'Yeah, well . . . that's what they say,' said Dibbler.
'Oh, I see.' Carrot straightened up.telling me what's going on, sir?' he said.'And do you know what it is they say about dwarfs?' said a voice behind him.'That's not a sir, that's Throat,' said Colon. And will you look at the colour of him!''Should he be all shiny like that?' said Detritus.'Feeling fine! Feeling fine!' said Dibbler. 'Hah! So much for people importuning the standard of my merchandise!''What's happening, Throat?' said Colon.'They say—' Dibbler began, green in the face.'Who says?' said Carrot.'They say,' said Dibbler. 'You know. They. Everyone. They say the trolls have killed someone up at Dolly Sisters and the dwarfs have smashed up Chalky the troll's all-night

Mark Spain Pure Elegance

2009-04-29T00:08:00.000-07:00

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Vetinari always enjoyed his occasional conversations with Leonard. The man always referred to the city as if it was another world.
'Yes.'
'I hope you . 'Normally that involves gods of some sort, does it not?'
'Did I use the word? I can't imagine there is a god of gonnes.'
'It is quite hard, yes.'
The Patrician shifted uneasily, reached down behind him, and pulled out an object.
'What,' he said, 'is this?'
'Oh, I wondered where that had gone,' said Leonardhave impressed upon him the importance of the task.''In a way. I've absolutely forbidden him to undertake it. Twice.'Leonard nodded. 'Ah. I . . . think I understand. I hope it works.'He sighed.'I suppose I should have dismantled it, but . . . it was so clearly a made thing. I had this strange fancy I was merely assembling something that already existed. Sometimes I wonder where I got the whole idea. It seemed . . . I don't know . . . sacrilege, I suppose, to dismantle it. It'd be like dismantling a person. Biscuit?''Dismantling a person is sometimes necessary,' said Lord Vetinari.'This, of course, is a point of view,' said Leonard da Quirm politely.'You mentioned sacrilege,' said Lord Vetinari

Claude Monet Houses of Parliament London

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

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friends are dwarfs. My parents are dwarfs. Trolls? No problem at all with trolls. Salt of the earth. Literally. Wonderful chaps under all that crust. But . . . undead . . . I just wish they'd go back to where they came from, that's all.'
'Most of them came from round here.'
'I just don't like 'em. Sorry.'
'I've got to go,' expelled from the Thieves' Guild for unnecessary enthusiasm and conduct unbecoming in a mugger, and a desperate man. An isolated woman in a dark alley was just about what he felt he could manage.
He glanced around, and followed her in.said Angua, coldly. She paused at the dark entrance of an alley.'Right. Right,' said Carrot. 'Um. When shall I see you again?''Tomorrow. We're in the same job, yes?''But maybe when we're off duty we could take a—''Got to go!'Angua turned and ran. The moon's halo was already visible over the rooftops of Unseen University.'OK. Well. Right. Tomorrow, then,' Carrot called after her. Angua could feel the world spinning as she stumbled through the shadows. She shouldn't have left it so long!She stumbled out into a cross-street with a few people in it and managed to make it to an alley mouth, pawing at her clothes . . .She was seen by Bundo Prung, recently

Henri Matisse Odalisques

2009-04-27T00:22:00.000-07:00

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through the worn soles of his boots telling him he was in Acre Alley, no-one would have believed that they were looking at a man who was very soon going to marry the richest woman in Ankh-Morpork.

Chubby was not a happy dragon.
He missed the forge. He'd quite liked it in the forge. He got all the coal he could eat and the blacksmith hadn't been a particularly unkind man. Chubby had not demanded much out of life, and had got it.
Then this large woman had taken him away and put him in a pen. There had been other dragons around. Chubby didn't particularly 'We are settled down, Fred,' said Corporal Nobbs.
'That's Sergeant to you, Nobby,' said Sergeant Colon.
'What do we have to sit down for anyway? We didn't used to do all this. I feel a right berk, sitting down listenin' to you goin' on about—'
'We got to do it proper, now there's more of us,' said Sergeant like other dragons. And people'd given him unfamiliar coal.He'd been quite pleased when someone had taken him out of the pen in the middle of the night. He'd thought he was going back to the blacksmith.Now it was dawning on him that this was not happening. He was in a box, he was being bumped around, and now he was getting angry . . . Sergeant Colon fanned himself with his clipboard, and then glared at the assembled guards.He coughed.'Right then, people,' he said. 'Settle down.'

Cao Yong KOI POND

2009-04-24T00:18:00.000-07:00

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Thought I saw something fly across the moon, and I’m damn sure it wasn’t Esme.”
Casanunda tried to look around while keeping his eyes shut.
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“Elves Ogg, “that a broom-stick stays up longer. And you can use it to keep the house clean, which is more than you can say for—are you all right?”
“I really don’t like this at all, Mrs. Ogg.”
“Just trying to cheer you up, Mr. Casanunda.”
“’Cheer’ I like, Mrs. Ogg,” said the dwarf, “but can we avoid the ‘up’?”
“Soon be down.”
“That I like.”can’t fly,” he muttered.“That’s all you know,” said Nanny. “They ride yarrow stalks.”“Yarrow stalks?”“Yep. Tried it meself, once. You can get some lift out of ‘em, but it plays merry hell with the gussets. Give me a nice bundle of bristles every time. Anyway,” she nudged Casanunda, “you should be right at home on one of these.Magrat says a broomstick is one of them sexual metaphorthings.”*Casanunda had opened one eye just long enough to see a rooftop drift silently below him. He felt sick.“The difference being,” said Nanny

Francois Boucher Brown Odalisk

2009-04-22T23:46:00.000-07:00

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“Well, the way I see it, it’s up to you to make your own water,” said Nanny, picking up a cold roast chicken leg from the buffet and stuffing it up a sleeve.
“Don’t drink too much. We’ve got to keep alert, Gytha.
Remember what I said. Don’t let yourself get distracted—“
“That’s never the delectable Mrs. Ogg, is it?”
Nanny turned.“Well, we could have done.”
“Fancy you turning up here,” said Nanny, weakly. The thing about Casanunda, she recalled, was that the harder you slapped him down the faster he bounced back, often in an unexpected direction.
“Our stars are entwined,” said Casanunda. “We’re fated for one another. I wants your body, Mrs. Ogg.”
“I’m still using it.”
And while she suspected, quite accurately, that this was an approach the world’s second greatest lover used on There was no one behind her.“Down here,” said the voice.She looked down, into a wide grin.“Oh, blast,” she said.“It’s me, Casanunda,” said Casanunda, who was dwarfed still further by an enormous* powdered wig. “You remem-ber? We danced the night away in Genua?”“No we didn’t.”

Pop art king elvis on red

2009-04-21T00:46:00.000-07:00

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to be whiteof a night sky. There was a ring of riders waiting a little way from the stones, with the Queen slightly ahead. Every witch knew her, or the shape of her.
Diamanda tripped and fell, and then managed to bring herself up to a kneeling position.
Granny stopped.
The Queen’s horse whinnied.
“Kneel before your Queen, you,” said the elf. She was wearing red, with a copper crown in her hair.
“Shan’t. Won’t,” said Granny Weatherwax., because it was snow. But patterns ofcolor moved across it, reflecting the wild dance of the per-manent aurora in the skyDiamanda was struggling. Her footwear was barely suit-able for a city summer, and certainly not for a foot of snow. Whereas Granny Weatherwax’s boots, even without their hobnails, could have survived a trot across lava.Even so, the muscles that were propelling them had been doing it for too long. Diamanda was outrunning her.113Terry PratchettMore snow was falling, out

Andy Warhol Buttons

2009-04-20T00:09:00.000-07:00

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“No, Archchancellor, I was merely pointing out—“
“It’s not wormholes again, is it?”
Stibbons gave up. Stibbons stared at his plate. It was no good arguing. What he had really wanted out of life was to spend the next hundred years of it in the University, eating big meals and not moving much in between them. He was a plump young man with a complexion the color of something that lives under a rock. People were always telling him to make some-thing of his life, and that’s what he wanted to do. He wanted to make a bed of it.
“But, Archchancellor,” said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, “it’s still too damn far.”
“Nonsense,” said Ridcully. “They’ve got that new turn-
pike open all the way to Sto Helit now. Coaches everyUsing a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like a red rag to a bu—was like putting something very annoying in front of someone who was annoyed by it.It was very hard, being a reader in Invisible Writings.“I reckon you’d better come too,” said Ridcully.“Me, Archchancellor?”“Can’t have you skulking around the place inventing mil-lions of other universes that’re too small to see and all the rest of that continuinuinuum stuff,” said Ridcully. “Anyway, I shall need someone to carry my rods and crossbo—my stuff,” he corrected himself.

Mark Spain Blue Dress On Gold

2009-04-17T00:41:00.000-07:00

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they became identifiable as three female figures on broomsticks, flying in a manner reminiscent of the famous three plaster flying ducks.
Observe like an apple that’s been left for too long and an expression of near-terminal good nature. She is playing a banjo and, until a better word comes to mind, singing. It is a song about a hedgehog.
Unlike the broomstick belonging to the first figure, which is more or less unburdened except for a sack or two, this one is overladen with things like fluffy purple toy don-keys, corkscrews in the shape of small boys urinating, bot-tles of wine in straw baskets, and other international cultural items. Nestling among them is the smelliest and most evil-minded cat in the world, currently asleep.
The third, and definitely the last, broomstick rider is also the youngest. Unlike the other two, who them closelyThe first one—let us call her the leader—flies sitting bolt12LQRQ6 ftffQ ift0/£6upright, in defiance of air resistance, and seems to be win-ning. She has features that would generally be described as striking, or even handsome, but she couldn’t be called beau-tiful, at least by anyone who didn’t want their nose to grow by three feet.The second is dumpy and bandy-legged with a face

Alfred Gockel Moved By The Music V

2009-04-16T00:36:00.000-07:00

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Nod, smile.
"Never say a bloody word, do you?" said Deacon Cusp.
Smile, smile.
"Idiot."
Smile. Smile. Watch.

few finishing touches to the Moving Turtle. There were serrated edges to the shell and spikes on the wheels. And of course the waste steam pipe . . . he was a little uncertain about the waste steam pipe . . .
"It's merely a device," said Simony. "It does not present a problem."
"Give us an hour, then. You should just get to the Temple by the time we get the doors open."
"Right. Understood. Off you go. Sergeant Fergmen knows Urn stood back."Now," he said, "you sure you've got it all?""Easy," said Simony, who was sitting in the Turtle's saddle."Tell me again," said Urn."We-stoke-up-the-firebox," said Simony. "Then-when-thered-needle-points-to-xxvi, turn-the-brass-tap; when-the-bronze-whistle-blows, pull-the-big-lever. And steer by pulling the ropes.""Right," said Urn. But he still looked doubtful. "It's a precision device," he said."And I am a professional soldier," said Simony. "I'm not a superstitious peasant.""Fine, fine. Well . . . if you're sure . . . 'They'd had time to put a

Steve Thoms Field of Red and Gold

2009-04-15T00:23:00.000-07:00

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can only be that, master. The keepers of the labyrinth are unbribable."
Didactylos clipped Urn across the back of the head with his lantern.
"Stupid boy! I've told you about that sort of statement."
"I mean, they are not easily bribable, master. Not for all the gold in Omnia, for example."
"That's more like it."
"Do you think that tortoise was a god, master?"
"He's going to be in big trouble in Omnia if he is. They've got a bastard of a god there. Did you ever read old Abraxas?"was a thinker and no mistake. I didn't know some of this stuff. Sit down!"
Brutha obeyed.
"Right," said Om. "Now . . . listen. Do you know how gods get power?"
"By people believing in them," said Brutha. "Millions of people believe "No, master.""Very big on gods. Big gods man. Always smelled of burnt hair. Naturally resistant." Om crawled slowly along the length of a line."Stop walking up and down like that," he said, "I can't concentrate.""How can people talk like that?" Brutha asked the empty air. "Acting as if they're glad they don't know things! Finding out more and more things they don't know! It's like children proudly coming to show you a full potty!"Om marked his place with a claw."But they find things out," he said. "This Abraxas

Raphael The Sistine Madonna

2009-04-14T01:06:00.001-07:00

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horses edged along the jetty and were led one at a time up the gangplank. By this time the box was vibrating. Brutha kept looking around guiltily, but no one else was taking any notice. Despite his size, Brutha was easy not to notice. Practically everyone had better things to do with their time than notice someone like Brutha. Even "I couldn't talk!" said Brutha. "People were with me all the time! Can't you . . . read the words in my mind? Can't you read my thoughts?"
"Mortal thoughts aren't like that," snapped Om. "You think it's like watching words paint themselves across the sky? Hah! It's like trying to make sense of a bundle of weeds. Intentions, yes. Emotions, yes. But not thoughts. Half the time you don't know what you're thinking, so why should I?"Vorbis had switched him off, and was talking to the captain.He found a place up near the pointed end, where one of the sticking-up bits with the sails on gave him a bit of privacy. Then, with some dread, he opened the box.The tortoise spoke from deep within its shell."Any eagles about?"Brutha scanned the sky."No."The head shot out."You-” it began.

jasper johns Target with Four Faces

2009-04-13T00:24:00.000-07:00

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undersea chasms, GOOD AFTERNOON.
He turned away as if he had completed all necessary business for the time being, stared at the horizon for a while, and WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, MAN?
Rincewind was nonplussed. 'Don't you make an appearance when a wizard is about to die?'
OF COURSE. AND I MUST SAY YOU PEOPLE ARE GIVING ME A BUSY DAY
'How do you manage to be in so many places at the same time?'
GOOD ORGANISATION.started to tap one foot idly. It sounded like a bagful of maracas.'Er,' said Rincewind.Death appeared to remember him. I'M SORRY? he said politely.'I always wondered how it was going to be,' said Rincewind.Death took an hourglass out from the mysterious folds of his ebon robes and peered at it.DID YOU? he said, vaguely.'I suppose I can't complain,' said Rincewind virtuously. 'I've had a good life. Well, quite good.' He hesitated. 'Well, not all that good. I suppose most people would call it pretty awful.' He considered it further. 'I would,' he added, half to himself.

Thomas Moran Colburn's Butte, South Utah

2009-04-10T00:09:00.000-07:00

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slightly, as if he was trying to remember something he'd seen somewhere, 'the time will come when all wizardry has gone from the face of the world and the sons of, of - anyway, we can all be a bit more practical about things,' he added lamely.
'Read it in a book, did you?’ said Rincewind sourly. Any geas in it?'
'He's got a 'What? No! It says I'm a wizard, that's what! Twenty years behind the staff, and proud of it! I've done my time, I have! I've pas - I've sat dozens of exams! If all the spells I've read were piled on top of one another, they'd ... it'd ... you'd have a lot of spells!'
'Yes, but-’ Conina began.
'Yes?'
'You're not actually very good at them, are youpoint,' said Conina. 'I've nothing against wizards, but it's not as if they do much good. There just a bit of decoration, really. Up to now.'Rincewind pulled off his hat. It was battered, stained and covered with rock dust, bits of it had been sheared off, the point was dented and the star was shedding sequins like pollen, but the word "blizzard" was still just readable under the grime.'See this?' he demanded, red in the face. 'Do you see it? Do you? What does it tell you?''That you can't spell?' said Nijel.

Thomas Kinkade bloomsbury cafe

2009-04-09T01:32:00.000-07:00

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over his head, could not hear.
And then there was a faint, ordinary tinkling noise, such as might be made by a fused and twisted metal cleaver dropping . Now he had their full attention.

'What is this place?' said Conina.
Rincewind looked around him, and made a guess.
They were still in the heart of Al Khali. He could hear the hum of it beyond the walls. But in the middle of the teeming city someone had cleared a vast space, walled it off, and planted a garden so romantically natural that it looked as real as a sugar pig.on to flagstones.It was the sort of noise that makes the silence that comes after it roll forward like a warm avalanche.The Librarian wrapped the silence around him like a cloak and stood staring up at the rank on rank of books, each one pulsing faintly in the glow of its own magic. Shelf after shelf looked down[14] at him. They had heard. He could feel the fear.The orang-utan stood statue-still for several minutes, and then appeared to reach a decision. He knuckled his way across to his desk and, after much rummaging, produced a heavy key-ring bristling with keys. Then he went back and stood in the middle of the floor and said, very deliberately, 'Oook.'The books craned forward on their shelves

Gustav Klimt Apple Tree I

2009-04-08T00:06:00.000-07:00

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'Then,' Ipslore hesitated, 'then they shall have their chance when my son throws his staff away.'
NO WIZARD WOULD EVER THROW HIS STAFF AWAY, said Death. THE BOND IS TOO GREAT.
'Yet it is possible, you must agree.'
Death appeared to consider this. Must was not a word he was accustomed to hearing, but he seemed to concede the point.
Death gave him a puzzled look. I'M SORRY?
The storm reached its howling peak overhead. A seagull went past backwards.
'I meant,' said Ipslore, bitterly, 'what is there in this AGREED, he said.'Is that a small enough chance for you?'SUFFICIENTLY MOLECULAR.Ipslore relaxed a little. In a voice that was nearly normal, he said: 'I don't regret it, you know. I would do it all again. Children are our hope for the future.'THERE IS NO HOPE FOR THE FUTURE, said Death.'What does it contain, then?'ME.'Besides you I mean!'

Pino Purity

2009-04-07T01:02:00.000-07:00

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more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clock work, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living. And all lives were exactly the same length. Even the very long and very short ones. From the point of view of eternity, anyway.
Somewhere, the tiny voice of Bill Door said: from the point of view of the owner, longer ones are best.
SQUEAK.
Death looked down.
A small figure was standing by his feet.
He reached down and picked it up, held it up to an investigative eye socket.
I KNEW I’D MISSED SOMEONE.

The Death of Rats nodded.
SQUEAK?
.
ALONE . . .Death shook his head.NO, I CAN’T LET YOU REMAIN, he said. IT’S NOT AS THOUGH I’M RUNNING A FRANCHISE OR SOMETHING.SQUEAK?ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE LEFT?The Death of Rats opened a tiny skeletal hand. The tiny Death of Fleas stood up, looking embarrassed but hopeful.NO. THIS SHALL NOT BE. I AM IMPLACABLE. I AM DEATH . . . ALONE.He looked at the Death of Rats.He remembered Azrael in his tower of loneliness
The Death of Rats looked back at him.
SQUEAK?
Picture a tall, dark figure, surrounded by cornfields

Claude Monet Snow at Argenteuil

2009-04-06T00:43:00.000-07:00

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living tissue that had powered them. The walls pulsed and caved inwards, the marble cracking to reveal purple and pinkness underneath. Of course, thought a tiny calm part of Windle’s mind, none of this is really real. Buildingstry to see to it that the others get out all right. Let’s make my presence felt . . .
He reached down, grabbed a double handful of pulsating tubes, and heaved.
The Queen’s screech of rage was heard all the way to the University.
The storm clouds sped towards the hill. They piled up in a towering mass, very fast. Lightning flashed, somewhere in the core. THERE’S TOO MUCH LIFE AROUND, said Death. NOT THAT I’M ONE TO COMPLAIN aren’t really alive. It’s all just a metaphor, only at the moment metaphors are like candles in a firework factory. That being said, what sort of creature is the Queen? Like a queen bee, except she’s also the hive. Like a caddis fly, which builds, if I’m not mistaken, a shell out of bits of stone and things, to camouflage itself. Or like a nautilus, which adds on to its shell as it gets bigger. And very much, to judge by the way the floors are ripping up, like a very angry starfish. I wonder how cities would defend themselves against this sort of thing? Creatures generally evolve some sort of defence against predators. Poisons and stings and spikes and things.Here and now, that’s probably me. Spiky old Windle Poons. At least I can

Alphonse Maria Mucha JOB

2009-04-03T00:40:00.001-07:00

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eating big dinners, but in fact the HEM building has helped provide one of the rarest foods in the universe - antipasta. Ordinary pasta is prepared some hours before being eaten. Antipasta is created some hours after the meal, whereupon it then exists backwards in time, and if properly prepared should arrive on the taste buds at exactly‘Not just ghosts. Just - it’s like puddles. When you get a lot of puddles, it’s like the sea. Anyway, you only get ghosts from things like people. You don’t get ghosts of cabbages.’
Windle Poons sat back in his chair. He had a vision of a vast pool of life, a lake being fed by a million short-lived tributaries as living things came to the end of their the same moment, thus creating a true taste explosion. It costs five thousand dollars a forkful, or a ‘It’s like a thunderstorm, see? You know how you get that prickly feelin’ before a storm? That’s what’s happening now.’‘Yes, but why, Mrs Cake?’‘Well . . . One-Man-Bucket says nothing’s dying.’‘What?’‘Daft, isn’t it? He says lots of lives are ending, but not going away. They’re just staying here.’‘What, like ghosts?’

John William Waterhouse Lamia

2009-04-02T00:31:00.001-07:00

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this afternoon and put some more seed down and five hundred years will just zoom past, you wait and see.’
‘The way things are going, I probably will,’ said Windle moodily. He looked around. ‘Is the Archchancellor here?’ he said. ‘I saw them all going up to the palace,’ said the gardener. ‘Then I think I’ll just .
‘By the way . . . where’s Elm Street?’
Modo scratched an ear.’Isn’t it that one off Treacle Mine Road?’
‘Oh, yes. I remember.’
Modo went back to his weeding.go and have a quick bath and a change of clothes. I wouldn’t want to disturb anyone.’‘I heard you wasn’t just dead but buried too, ‘ said the gardener, as Windle lurched off.‘That’s right.’‘Can’t keep a good man down, eh?’ indle turned back

Salvador Dali Argus

2009-04-02T00:28:00.001-07:00

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Mrs Cake was very keen on religion, at least on Mrs Cake’s terms. Evadne Cake was not one of those bead-curtain-and-incense mediums, partly because she didn’t hold with incense but mainly because she was actually very good at her profession. A good conjurer can astound you with a simple box of matches and a perfectly could have a revelation in a panful of frying bacon. She had spent a lifetime dabbling in the spirit world, except that in Evadne’s case dabbling wasn’t really apposite. She wasn’t the dabbling kind. It was more a case of stamping into the spirit world and demanding to see the manager.
And, while making her breakfast and cutting up dogfood for Ludmilla, she started to hear voices. They were very faint. It wasn’t that they were on the verge of hearing, because they were the kind of voices that ordinary ears can’t hear. They were inside her head.ordinary deck of cards, if you would care to examine them, sir, you will see they are a perfectly ordinary deck of cards - he doesn’t need the finger-nipping folding tables and complicated collapsible top hats of lesser prestidigitators. And, in the same way, Mrs Cake didn’t need much in the way of props. Even the industrial-grade crystal ball was only there as a sop to her customers. Mrs Cake could actually read the future in a bowl of porridge. * She

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes

2009-04-02T00:24:00.000-07:00

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The wizards said, what about easy terms?
The Patrician said he was talking about easy terms. They wouldn’t want to know about the hard terms.
The make an entirely voluntary donation of, oh, let’s say two hundred dollars per head, without prejudice, mutatis mutandis, no strings attached, to be used strictly for non-militaristic and environmentally-acceptable purposes.

It was this dynamic interplay of power blocs that made Ankh-Morpork
such an interesting, stimulating and above all bloody dangerous place in
which to live. *

Thomas Gainsborough Conversation in a Park

2009-04-01T00:14:00.000-07:00

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makes the Counting Pines particularly noteworthy, however, is the way they count.
Being dimly aware that human beings had learned to tell the age of a tree by counting the rings, the original Counting Pines decided that this was why humans cut trees down.
Overnight every Counting Pine readjusted its genetic code to produce, at about eye-level on its trunk, in pale letters, its precise age. Within a year they were felled almost into extinction by the ornamental house number plate industry, and only a very few survive in hard-to-reach areas. The six Counting Pines in this clump were listening to the oldest, whose gnarled trunk declared it to be thirty-one thousand, seven hundred and thirty-four years ‘Went where?’
‘Where things go. Everything’s always rushing off.’
‘Wow. That was a sharp one.’
‘What was?’ old. The conversation took seventeen years, but has been speeded up.‘I remember when all this wasn’t fields.’The pines stared out over a thousand miles of landscape. The sky flickered like a bad special effect from a time travel movie. Snow appeared, stayed for an instant, and melted.‘What was it, then?’ said the nearest pine. ‘Ice. If you can call it ice. We had proper glaciers in those days. Not like the ice you get now, here one season and gone the next. It hung around for ages.’‘What happened to it, then?’‘It went.’
‘That winter just then.’

Alphonse Maria Mucha The Judgement of Paris

2009-03-31T00:27:00.000-07:00

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mean, take this Blown Away thing,’ said Silverfish. ‘It’s not even real. It’s not like things really were. It’s just lies. Anyone can tell lies.’
‘Yeah,’ said Detritus. ‘Like, she say, Girl want music under window, I play music under window, everyone in street wake up and shouting out of house, You bad troll, what you hitting rocks this time of night? And she never even wake up.’
‘Yeah,’kept getting the feeling that he was serving an extra drink, and even getting paid for it, and even talking to the mysterious purchaser. But he couldn’t see him. In fact he wasn’t quite sure what he was seeing, or who he was talking to.
He wandered down to the far end of the bar. said Silverfish.‘Yeah,’ said Detritus.‘Yeah,’ said the voice under the stool.The man who ran the bar was naturally cheerful. It wasn’t hard to be cheerful, really, when your customers acted like lightning rods for any misery that happened to be floating around. He’d found that it wasn’t a good idea to say things like, ‘Never mind, look on the bright side,’ because there never was one, or ‘Cheer up, it may never happen,’ because often it already had. All that was expected of him was to keep the drink coming.He was a little puzzled this morning, though. There seemed to be an extra person in the bar, quite apart from whoever it was speaking up from the floor. He

Thomas Gainsborough River Landscape

2009-03-30T00:19:00.000-07:00

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Fifteenth knight along! Yes, you! Would you mind unfurling your banner, please? Thank you. Could you please report to Mrs Cosmopilite for a new one. Thank you.’
Soll turned to his uncle, his eyebrows raised.
‘It’s . . . it’s a heraldic device,’ said Dibbler quickly.
‘Crossed spare just film the clock hands moving fast . . .
In Unseen University, the resograph is already recording seven pubs a minute.

And, towards the end of the afternoon, they burned Ankh-Morpork.
The real city had been burned down many times in its long history ‑ out of revenge, or ribs on a bed of lettuce?’ said Soll.‘Very keen on their food, those old knights‑‘‘And I liked the motto,’ said Soll. ‘ "Every (k)night is Gormay Night At Harga’s House of Ribs." If we had sound, I wonder what his battle cry would have been?’‘You’re my own flesh and blood,’ said Dibbler, shaking his head. ‘How can you do this to me?’‘Because I’m your own flesh and blood,’ said Soll.Dibbler brightened. Of course, when you looked at it like that, it didn’t seem so bad. This is Holy Wood. To pass the time quickly, you

George Frederick Watts Creation

2009-03-27T00:16:00.000-07:00

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It takes a massive amount of power to create that amount of energy. You’d have to be a pretty good wizard to make a loaf that’d last in this world for more than a tiny part of a second. But that’s not what magic is really about, you see,’ he added quickly, ‘because this world is-’
‘Who cares. Why’s he so interested in the damn thing, anyway? Wretched pot! ‘Coming, Master,’ he trilled.
The Archchancellor’s desk was covered with ancient documents.
When a wizard died, all his papers were stored in one of the outlying reaches?’ said Ginger. ‘Holy Wood’s really doing things for ordinary people. Silver screen magic.’ ‘What’s come over you? Last night–’‘That was then,’ said Ginger impatiently. ‘Don’t you see? We could be going somewhere. We could be becoming someone. Because of Holy Wood. The world is our-’ ‘Lobster,’ said Victor. She waved a hand irritably. ‘Any shellfish you like,’ she said. ‘I was thinking of oysters, actually.’ ‘Were you? I was thinking of lobsters.’ ‘Bursaar!’ I shouldn’t have to run around like this at my age, thought the Bursar, scurrying down the corridor in answer to the Archchancellor’s bellow

Fabian Perez Tango

2009-03-26T00:28:00.000-07:00

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What’s we want to swaller people for? We always spit out the bits. And anyway we’re retired from all that now,’ he added quickly. ‘Not that we ever did it.’ He nudged Victor in a friendly fashion, nearly breaking one of his ribs. ‘It’s good here,’ he said conspiratorially. ‘We get three dollars a day plus a dollar barrier cream trying to help, but the basic economics–’
Silverfish and Dibbler started to argue. Gaffer the handleman sighed and took the back off the moving-picture-box to feed and water the demons, who were complaining.
Victor leaned on his sword.
‘Do a lot of this sort of thing, do you?’ he said to the trolls. allowance for daylight working.’ ‘On account of turning to stone until nightfall otherwise, what is a pain,’ said his companion. ‘Yeah, an’ it holds up shooting and people strike matches on you.’ ‘Plus our contract says we get five pence extra for use of own club,’ said the other troll. ‘If we could just get started–’ Silverfish began. ‘Why’s there only two trolls?’ complained Dibbler. ‘What’s heroic about fighting two trolls? I asked for twenty, didn’t I?’ ‘Two’s fine by me,’ Victor called out. ‘Listen, Mr Dibbler,’ said Silverfish, ‘I know you’re

Alexandre Cabanel The Birth of Venus

2009-03-25T20:54:00.000-07:00

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shall see to it directly,’ lied the Bursar smoothly. He remembered the sheaf of papers under his arm. ‘In the meantime, Master, perhaps you would care to-’
‘Right,’ said the Archchancellor, ramming his pointed hat on his head. ‘Good man. Now, got a sick dragon to see to. ,’ said the Bursar cheerfully. ‘That was the Librarian.’
The Archchancellor stared at him.
The Bursar’s smile began to glaze.
‘The Librarian’s a monkey?’
It took some time for the Bursar to explain matters clearly, and then the Archchancellor said: ‘What yer tellin’ me, then, is that this chap got himself turned into a monkey by Little devil hasn’t touched his tar oil for days.’ ‘Your signature on one or two of–’ the Bursar burbled hurriedly. ‘Can’t be havin’ with all that stuff,’ said the Archchancellor, waving him away. ‘Too much damn paper around here as it is. And–’ He stared through the Bursar, as if he had just remembered something. ‘Saw a funny thing this mornin’,’ he said. ‘Saw a monkey in the quad. Bold as brass.’ ‘Oh, yes,’ said the Bursar, cheerfully. ‘That would be the Librarian.’ ‘Got a pet, has he?’ ‘No, you misunderstand me, Archchancellor

Marc Chagall La Mariee

2009-03-24T01:16:00.000-07:00

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feet.
One of the younger pharaohs lurched forward.
'You bastard,' he croaked. 'You laid us out and shut us away, one by one, and you went on. People thought the name was passed on but it was always you. How old are you, Dios?'
There was?' said Teppicymon sarcastically.
Dios stared at him, his lips moving. 'Family,' he said at last, his voice softened from its normal bark. 'Family. Yes. I must have had a family, mustn't I. But, you know, I can't remember. Memory is the first thing that goes. The pyramids don't seem to preserve it, strangely.'
'This is Dios, the footnote-keeper of history?' said Teppicymon.
'Ah.' The high priest smiled. 'Memory goes from the head. But it is all no sound. No-one moved. A breeze stirred the dust a little. Dios sighed. 'I did not mean to,' he said. 'There was so much to do. There were never enough hours in the day. Truly, I did not realise what was happening. I thought it was refreshing, nothing more, I suspected nothing. I noted the passing of the rituals, not the years.' 'Come from a long-lived family, do you

Andy Warhol Sunset

2009-03-23T00:44:00.000-07:00

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geometry, or one of those things. How do you think we can get back?'
'I don't want to go back. Why should I want to go back? It's the crocodiles for me. I'm not going back, not just for crocodiles.'
'Umcrocodiles?'
'Yes! I mean, no.' Teppic hesitated. 'I mean, the king did. I didn't. In a way. Anyway, I was the one who rescued you,' he added gallantly.
'There you are, then. Anyway, if you were the king, you'd be a god, too. You aren't acting very god-like at the moment.'
'Yes? Well. Er.' Teppic hesitated again. Ptraci's literal mindedness meant that innocent . Perhaps I could pardon you, or something,' said Teppic. 'Oh yes,' said Ptraci, looking at her nails. 'You said you were the king, didn't you.' 'I am the king! That's my kingdom over-' Teppic hesitated, not knowing in which direction to point his finger - 'somewhere. I'm king of it.' 'You don't look like the king,' said Ptraci. 'Why not?' 'He had a golden mask on.' 'That was me!' 'So you ordered me thrown to the

Jack Vettriano The Embrace Of The Spider

2009-03-20T01:33:00.000-07:00

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handmaidens on one side, eunuchs and butlers on the other. The women bobbed a curtsey as he walked by, creating a rather nice sine wave effect which the greatest mathematician on the Disc, had he not at this moment been occupied by being hit with a stick and shouted at by a small man wearing what appeared to be a nightshirt, might well have appreciated.
'But,' Teppic's aunt blew her nose, 'it's trade, after all.' His father patted her hand. 'Nonsense, flower of the desert,' he said, 'it is a profession, at the very least.'
'What is the 'Inhume?'
'I think it's like exhume, O flooding of the waters, only it's before they bury you.'
'I think it's terrible.' She sniffed. 'But I heard from Lady Nooni that only one boy in fifteen difference?' she sobbed. The old man sighed. 'The money, I understand. It will do him good to go out into the world and make friends and have a few corners knocked off, and it will keep him occupied and prevent him from getting into mischief.' 'But... assassination... he's so young, and he's never shown the least inclination . . .' She dabbed at her eyes. 'It's not from our side of the family,' she added accusingly. 'That brother-in-law of yours- 'Uncle Vyrt,' said his father. 'Going all over the world killing people!' 'I don't believe they use that word,' said his father. 'I think they prefer words like conclude, or annul. Or inhume, I understand.'

John Singer Sargent The Breakfast Table

2009-03-18T23:11:00.001-07:00

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'Yeah!'
'Are you secret?'
'Yeah!'
Hwel drew himself to his full height, such as it was.
'What-are-you?' he screamed.
'We're scheming evil secret black and midnight hags!'
'Right!' He pointed a vibrating finger towards the stage and lowered his voice and, at that moment, a dramatic inspirationsame, no matter how enthusiastically it was shaken.
Just once, he thought, just once. Let me get it right just once.
He opened his eyes and glared at the witches.
'What are you hanging around here for?' he yelled. 'Get out there and curse them!'
He watched them scamper on to the stage, and then Tomjon tapped him on the head. dived through the atmosphere and slammed into his creative node, causing him to say, 'Now I want you to get out there and give 'em hell. Not for me. Not for the goddam captain.' He shifted the butt of an imaginary cigar from one side of his mouth to the other, and pushed back a non-existent tin helmet, and rasped, 'But for Corporal Walkowski and his little dawg.'They stared at him in disbelief.On cue, someone shook a sheet of tin and broke the spell.Hwel rolled his eyes. He'd grown up in the mountains, where thunderstorms stalked from peak to peak on legs of lightning. He remembered thunderstorms that left mountains a different shape and flattened whole forests. Somehow, a sheet of tin wasn't the

Vincent van Gogh Self-Portrait with Felt Hat grey

2009-03-17T22:28:00.000-07:00

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After a while he crossed this out, and tried: Like unto thee Staje of a Theater ys the World, whereon alle Persons strut as Players.
This seemed a bit better.
He . That was when the ideas came.
'That what?' he said.
'It was like . . . I mean, I was sort of inside something, like a bowl, and there were these three terrible faces peering in at me.'
'Aye?'
'Yes, and then they all said, "All hail . . ." and then they started arguing about my name, and then they said, thought for a bit, and continued conscientiously: Sometimes they walke on. Sometimes they walke off.He seemed to be losing it. Time, time, what he needed was an infinity . . .There was a muffled cry and a thump from the next room. Hwel dropped the quill and pushed open the door cautiously.The boy was sitting up in bed, white-faced. He relaxed when Hwel came in.'Hwel?''What's up, lad? Nightmares?''Gods, it was terrible! I saw them again! I really thought for a minute that—'Hwel, who was absent-mindedly picking up the clothes that Tomjon had strewn around the room, paused in his work. He was keen on dreams

Tamara de Lempicka Calla Lilies

2009-03-16T23:06:00.001-07:00

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bloody well had to work now, Verence told himself. He'd never be able to lift the latch by himself. But a witch would certainly come looking for her cat – wouldn't she?
In the hills beyond the castle the Fool lay on his stomach and stared into the depths of a little lake. A couple of trout . He'd won the honorary cap and bells of the Grand Prix des Idiots Blithering at Ankh-Morpork four years in a row, which no-one else had ever done, and presumably they made him the funniest man who ever lived. He had worked hard at it, you had to give him that.
The Fool recalled with a shudder how, at the age of six.
he'd timidly approached the old man after supper with a joke he'd made up. It was about stared back at him.Somewhere on the Disc, reason told him, there must be someone more miserable than he was. He wondered who it was.He hadn't asked to be a Fool, but it wouldn't have mattered if he had, because he couldn't recall anyone in his family ever listening to anything he said after Dad ran away.Certainly not Grandad. His earliest memory was of Grandad standing over him making him repeat the jokes by rote, and hammering home every punchline with his belt; it was thick leather, and the fact that it had bells on didn't improve things much.Grandad was credited with seven official new jokes

Paul Cezanne Jas de Bouffan the Pool

2009-03-15T22:25:00.000-07:00

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'They don't allow no women on the stage,' said Magrat in a small voice. She shut her eyes.
In fact, there was no outburst from the seat on her left. She risked a quick glance.
Granny was quietly chewing the same bit of apple over and over again, her eyes never leaving the action.
'Don't make a fuss, Esme,' said Nanny, who also knew about Granny's Views. 'This is a good bit. I reckon I'm getting the hang of it.'
Someone tapped Granny on the shoulder and a voice said, 'Madam, will you kindly remove your hat?'
Granny turned around very slowly on her stool, as though propelled by hidden motors, and subjected the interrupter to a hundred kilowatt diamond-blue stare. The man wilted under it and sagged back on to his stool, her face following him all the way down.
'No,' she sounds of a couple of boiled humbugs being relentlessly churned from cheek to cheek.
Then Granny said, in a piercing voice that made one actor drop his wooden sword, 'There's a man over on the side there whispering to them!'said.He considered the options. 'All right,' he said.Granny turned back and nodded to the actors, who had paused to watch her.'I don't know what you're staring at,' she growled. 'Get on with it.'Nanny Ogg passed her another bag.'Have a humbug,' she said.Silence again filled the makeshift theatre except for the hesitant voices of the actors, who kept glancing at the bristling figure of Granny Weatherwax, and the sucking
'He's a prompter,' said Magrat. 'He tells them what to say.'

Vincent van Gogh Landscape at Auvers in the Rain

2009-03-12T23:50:00.000-07:00

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Albert.'
'Not here. But I could send him back to the world.'
Albert went pale.
'You wouldn't!'
'No? I can take you back and leave you there. I shouldn't think you've got much time left, have you?' HAVE YOU?said.
'I don't want to. I just want to control it for long enough.'
'You're receptive now, see? The longer the master is away, the more you'll become just like him. Only it'll be worse, because you'll remember all about being human and —'
'What about you, then?' snapped Mort. 'What can you remember about 'Don't talk like that,' said Albert, quite failing to meet his gaze. 'You sound like the master when you talk like that.''I could be a lot worse than the master,' said Mort evenly. 'Ysabell, go and get Albert's book, will you?''Mort, I really think you're —'SHALL I ASK YOU AGAIN?She fled from the room, white-faced.Albert squinted at Mort along the length of the sword, and smiled a lop-sided, humourless smile.'You won't be able to control it forever,' he

Alphonse Maria Mucha Flower

2009-03-12T00:47:00.000-07:00

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'Aye, lordship. Made from apples. Well, mainly apples.'
This seemed on the verge of making an important deduction, and it is unfortunate that he was distracted, as he walked across the yard to the inn's low door, by the sight of the inn sign. Its artist hadn't been particularly gifted, but there was no mistaking the line of Keli's jaw or her mass of fiery hair in the portrait of The Quene's Hed.
He sighed, and pushed open to Mort. 'Oh, right,' he said. 'A pint of scumble, then.' He reached into his pocket and withdrew the bag of gold that Death had given him. It was still quite full. In the sudden hush of the inn the faint clink of the coins sounded like the legendary Brass Gongs of Leshp, which can be heard far out to sea on stormy nights as the currents stir them in their drowned towers three hundred fathoms below.
'And please serve these gentlemen with whatever they want,' he added.
He was so overwhelmed by the chorus of thanks that he didn't take much notice of the fact that his new friends were served their drink in tiny, thimble-sized glasses, while his alone turned up in a large wooden mug.

Paul Cezanne Apples Peaches Pears and Grapes

2009-03-11T23:26:00.000-07:00

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'You're late,' he whispered, and died.
Mort swallowed, fought for breath, and brought the scythe around in a slow arc. Nevertheless, it was accurate enough; the abbot sat up, leaving his corpse behind.
'Not a shut.
'That's what I've been trying to say,' he said.
'So if you could just drop me off down in the valley,' the little monk continued moment too soon,' he said, in a voice only Mort could hear. 'You had me worried for a moment there.''Okay?' said Mort. 'Only I've got to rush —'The abbot swung himself off the bed and walked towards Mort through the ranks of his bereaved followers.'Don't rush off,' he said. 'I always look forward to these talks. What's happened to the usual fellow?''Usual fellow?' said Mort, bewildered.Tall chap. Black cloak. Doesn't get enough to eat, by the look of him,' said the abbot.'Usual fellow? You mean Death?' said Mort.'That's him,' said the abbot, cheerfully. Mort's mouth hung open.'Die a lot, do you?' he managed.'A fair bit. A fair bit. Of course,' said the abbot, 'once you get the hang of it, it's only a matter of practice.''It is?''We must be off,' said the abbot. Mort's mouth snapped

Vincent van Gogh Wheat Fields

2009-03-11T00:17:00.000-07:00

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rather better than you. I suppose you'll just have to do.'
She swept out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
'Have to do what?' said Mort, to no-one in particular.
The room was silent, except for the sizzle of the frying pan and the crumbling of coals in the molten heart of the stove. old men who always look as though they are wearing gloves with the fingers cut out – even when they're not – and his walking involved a complicated sequence of movements. Albert leaned forward and his left arm started to swing, slowly at first but soon evolving into a wild jerking movement that finally and suddenly, at about the time when Mort saw that it had the words 'The Little Moloch (Ptntd)' embossed on its oven door.The cook didn't seem to notice him, so Mort pulled up a chair and sat down at the white scrubbed table.'Mushrooms?' said the old man, without looking around.'Hmm? What?''I said, do you want mushrooms?''Oh. Sorry. No, thank you,' said Mort.'Right you are, young sir.'He turned around and set out for the table.Even after he got used to it, Mort always held his breath when he watched Albert walking. Death's manservant was one of those stick-thin, raw-nosed

Thomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

2009-03-09T23:02:00.001-07:00

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horror, because the dusty floorboards suddenly felt gritty. And dry. And very, very cold.
There was fine silver sand between her fingers.
She grabbed the staff and, sheltering her eyes against the wind, waved it at the towering figures above her. It would have been nice to report that a searing flash of pure white fire cleansed the greasy air. It failed to materialise ....There was blood on the floor, and Simon lay very quietly in the centre of it. Esk stared down at him, and then up at the still air, and then at the staff. It looked smug.
She was aware of distant voices and hurrying feet.
A hand like a fine leather glove slipped gently into hers and a voice behind said "Ook," very softly. She turned, and found herself staring down into the gentle
The staff twisted like a snake in her hand and caught Simon a crack on the side of the head.
The grey Things wavered and vanished.
Reality returned, and tried to pretend that it had never left. Silence settled like thick velvet, wave after wave of it. A heavy, echoing silence. A few books dropped heavily out of the air, feeling silly.
The floor under Esk's feet was undoubtedly wooden. She kicke

William Bouguereau Innocence

2009-03-09T01:30:00.000-07:00

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We wouldn't want to presume," said Granny.
"Nonsense. Why not have a look around while I pack up the stall?"
Ohulan was the market town for a wide sprawling countryside and the market day didn't end at sunset. Instead, torches flared at every booth and stall and light blared forth from the open doorways of the inns. Even the understanding of headology, since Esk was- now determined to see one or two of them for herself.
In fact, since Ohulan was quite barbaric and uncivilised the only things that went on after dark to any degree were a little thievery, some amateurish trading in the courts of lust, and drinking until you fell over or started singing or both.temples put out coloured lamps to attract nocturnal worshippers. Hilta moved through the crowd like a slim snake through dry grass, her entire stall and stock reduced to a surprisingly small bundle on her back, and her jewellery rattling like a sackful of flamenco dancers. Granny stumped along behind her, her feet aching from the unaccustomed prodding of the cobbles. And Esk got lost. It took some effort, but she managed it. It involved ducking between two stalls and then scurrying down a side alley. Granny had warned her at length about the unspeakable things that lurked in cities, which showed that the old woman was lacking in a complete

Paul Klee Ancient Sound

2009-03-05T23:22:00.000-08:00

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As the viewpoint swings around, the whole of the world can be seen by the light of its tiny orbiting sun. There are continents, archipelagos, seas, deserts, mountain ranges and even a tiny central ice cap. The inhabitants of this place, because the raindrops were stopping several feet from his head, and steaming.
It was good thunderstorm country, up here in the Ramtop Mountains, a country of jagged peaks, dense forests and little river valleys so deep the daylight had no sooner reached the bottom than it was time to leave again. Ragged wisps of cloud clung to the lesser peaks below the mountain trail along which the wizard slithered and slid. A few slot-eyed goats watched him with mild interest. It doesn't take a lot to interest goats.it is obvious, won't have any truck with global theories. Their world, bounded by an encircling ocean that falls forever into space in one long waterfall, is as round and flat as a geological pizza, although without the anchovies. A world like that, which exists only because the gods enjoy a joke, must be a place where magic can survive. And sex too, of course. He came walking through the thunderstorm and you could tell he was a wizard, partly because of the long cloak and careen staff but mainly

Pino close to my heart

2009-03-05T00:04:00.000-08:00

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can't get out,' said Bethan.
'The door's disappeared,' added Twoflower helpfully.
Rincewind stood up, a little shakily.
'Oh,' he said. 'One of those shops?'
'All right,' said the shopkeeper testily. 'It's magical, yes, it moves around, yes, no, I'm not telling you why —'
'Can I have a drink of water, please?' said Rincewind.
The shopkeeper looked affronted.
'First no money, then they want a glass of water,' he snapped. 'That's just about —'
Bethan snorted and strode across to the little man, who tried to back away. He was too late.
She added.
'That's fine by me, I wasn't open for, I just stopped for a few seconds to get my bearings and you barged in!'
He grumbled off through the bead curtains and returned ith a cup of water.
'I washed it out special,' he said, avoiding Bethan's gaze.picked him up by his apron straps and glared at him eye to eye. Torn though her dress was, disarrayed though her hair was, she became for a moment the symbol of every woman who has caught a man with his thumb on the is money,' she hissed. 'I'll give you thirty seconds to get him a glass of water. I think that's a bargain, don't you?''I say,' Twoflower whispered. 'She's a real terror when she's roused, isn't she?''Yes,' said Rincewind', without enthusiasm.'All right, all right,' said the shopkeeper, visibly cowed.'And then you can let us out,' Bethan

Paul Klee Heroic Roses

2009-03-03T21:59:00.000-08:00

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which have left large tracts of land uninhabitable because of magical harmonics.
In fact, the hero even at this moment galloping towards the Vortex Plains didn't get involved in this kind of argument, because they didn't take it seriously W mainly because this particular hero was a heroine. A redheaded is that although Herrena the Henna-Haired Harridan would look quite stunning after a good bath, a heavy-duty manicure, and the pick of the leather racks in Woo Hun Ling's Oriental Exotica and Martial Aids on Heroes Street, she was currently quite sensibly dressed in light chain mail, soft boots, and a short sword.
All right, maybe the boots were leather. But not black.
Riding with her were a number of swarthy men that will certainly one.Now, there is a tendency at a point like this to look over one's shoulder at the cover artist and start going on at length about leather, thighboots and naked blades.Words like 'full', 'round' and even 'pert' creep into the narrative, until the writer has to go and have a cold hower and a lie down.Which is all rather silly, because any woman setting out to make a living by the sword isn't about to go around looking like something off the cover of the more advanced kind of lingerie catalogue for the specialised buyer.Oh well, all right. The point that must be made

Emile Munier Cupid Disarmed

2009-03-02T21:38:00.001-08:00

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down a wall and made good its escape before the dishevelled party of wild-eyed mages burst into the room. The vegetable chef was found much later hiding in the soup cauldron, gibbering unhelpful things like The knuckles! The horrible knuckles!'
The last wisps of magic, now somewhat slowed, were disappearing into the ceiling.
'To the Great Hall!'
The stairs
'Get me seers, farseers, scryers and withinlookmen!' he barked. 'I want this studied!'
Something was taking shape inside the fireball. Galder shielded his eyes and peered at the shape forming in front of him. There was no mistaking it. It was the universe.
He was quite sure of this, because he had a model of it in his study and it was generally agreed towere much wider here, and better lit. Panting and pineapple-flavoured, the fitter wizards got to the top by the time the fireball had reached the middle of the huge draughty chamber that was the University's main hall. It hung motionless, except for the occasional small prominence that arched and spluttered across its surface.Wizards smoke, as everyone knows. That probably explained the chorus of coffin coughs and sawtooth wheezes that erupted behind Galder as he stood appraising the situation and wondering if he dare look for somewhere to hide. He grabbed a frightened student.

John William Waterhouse The Sorceress

2009-03-01T22:31:00.000-08:00

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You're mad," said Rincewind flatly. There was no reply from the tourist, and when the wizard craned around he was horrified to see Twoflower looking up at the paling stars with an odd smile on his face.
"Don't" urgently.
"Oh yes. Hrun," said Twoflower. "I hope we're in time. Dive now. Go low."
Rincewind opened his eyes as the wind increased to a whistling gale. Perhaps they were blown open - the wind certainly made them impossible to shut.
The flat summit of the Wyrmberg rose up at them, lurched alarmingly, then somersaulted into a green blur that you even think about it," added Rincewind, menacingly.The man you seek is talking to the dragon-woman said the dragon."Hmm?" said Twoflower, still looking at the paling stars."What?" said Rincewind

Leroy Neiman The Brooklyn Bridge

2009-02-27T22:54:00.001-08:00

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If she had a man, things would be different Someone who, for preference, was a big strapping lad but short on brains. Someone who would do what he was told.
The .
Sunbeams from the myriad entrances around the walls cries-crossed the dusty gloom like amber rods in which a million golden insects had been preserved. Below, they revealed nothing but a thin haze. Above...
The walking rings started so close to Liessa's head that she could reach up and touch one. They stretched away in their thousands across the upturned acres of biggest of the three now fleeing the dragonlands might do. And if it turned out that he wouldn't, then dragons were always hungry and needed to be fed regularly. She could see to it that they got ugly.Uglier than usual, anyway.The stairway passed through a stone arch and ended in a narrow ledge near the roof of the great cavern where the Wyrms roosted

Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field with Cypresses

2009-02-27T00:07:00.000-08:00

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to you discover the joy of reading? Well, start by finding amazing books, as I discussed above. If a book bores you, move on to another. Find a book with a main character you love, doing things that excite you or give you joy.But beyond
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forcing yourself to do. So make the time you spend reading a joy — see the next section.
“We shouldn’t teach great books; we should teach a love of reading.” - B.F. Skinner
The Joyin the shower is more difficult). For others, that might be with a hot cup of tea or Coffee. For still others, it’s reading in the park, near
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of ReadingThe habit of reading is not as important as the joy of reading. As a bonus, though, if you discover or nurture the joy of reading, the habit becomes much much easier.How the book itself is everything else that surrounds you — where you sit, how quiet it is, how comfortable you are. You want the experience to be as pleasurable as possible. For some, that might be reading while taking a hot bath (reading

Thomas Kinkade Cobblestone Brooke

2009-02-27T00:04:00.000-08:00

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night in bed or in the morning in a favorite chair or couch — because children find comfort in routines.
Also make it a you’re trying to instill the love of reading in your child or yourself, the key is in finding books that you just can’t put down. If you find that, the rest is easy.
Easier said than done? True — every person will have different preferences for authors, genres and so on. You can’t just read a definitive list of books online, start from the top, and work your way down.
The Habit of Readinghabit to go to the library regularly — and read with your child there. Help your child find books that interest her. Visit used book stores (and new bookstores too).Provide a variety of reading materials for your child, about topics she’s interested in. Lots of books, lots of magazines, websites, etc.And be a model — read yourself. Do it every day, and let your child see how much you love reading. He’ll pick up on it.Finding Amazing BooksWhether

Jack Vettriano Waltzers

2009-02-26T23:54:00.000-08:00

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With the latest portable PCs, working on the move has never been easier, but laptops are still slaves to the National Grid.
You can do practically anything on a modern laptop, but their advanced features drain battery life to the extent -hungry parts of the laptop. It takes serious amounts of battery power to keep your display looking clear and bright. Saving this power is simply a question of turning the brightness down. The screen brightness button is usually located as a second function of one of the F keys, and is represented by a little sun symbol with up and down icons. To use it, just hold down the correct function key and then choose up or down.that you can only get a couple of hours out of your laptop before it turns up its toes.While battery life is a chief cause of mobile moans, it's possible to get significant improvements by simple good practice and a few software tweaks. To help you get the most from your laptop battery, here are seven easy ways to make it last longer.1. Dim your screenThe screen is one of the most power

Unknown Artist Mary Magdalene at the Tomb

2009-02-26T19:52:00.000-08:00

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shook his head.
"It'd vanished from the page," he said. "No-one will know until I say it. Or until I die, of course. Then it will sort of say itself. For all I know it stops the universe, or ends Time, or anything."
Twoflower patted him on the shoulder.
"No sense in brooding," he said cheerfully. "Let's have another look for a way out."
Rincewind person and explain things to him and perhaps he'll let us out," said Twoflower.
Rincewind ran a finger around his ear.
"It must be the funny echoes in here," he said. "I thought I heard you use words like find and explain.
"That's right."
Rincewind glared at him in the hellish purple glow. "Find Bel-Shamharothshook his head. All the terror had been spent now. He had broken through the terror barrier, perhaps, and was in the dead calm state of mind that lies on the other side. Anyway, he had ceased to gibber."We're doomed," he stated. "We’ve been walking around all night. I tell you, this place is a spiderweb. It doesn't matter which way we go, we're heading twoards the centre.""It was very kind of you to come looking for me, said Twoflower. "How did you manage it it was very impressive.""Well," began the wizard awkwardly. "I just 'I can't leave old Twoflower there' and-""So what we’ve got to do now is find this Bel-Shamharoth

Joseph Mallord William Turner The Burning of the Houses of Parliament

2009-02-25T21:46:00.001-08:00

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ensured this by giving them ample time to escape via the back door, a neat compromise between caution and justice that benefited all parties.
"Who are all these men?" said Twoflower.
"Oh, you know. Just men," said Rincewind. And before he could stop himself some part of his brain that had nothing to do took control of his mouth and added, "Heroes, in fact."
"Really?"
bounced wildly across the Circle Sea. A harmonic got as far as Hrun himself, currently fighting a couple of gnolls on a crumbling ledge high in the Caderack Mountains, and caused him a moment's unexplained discomfort. Twoflower, meanwhile, had thrown back the lid of the Luggage and was hastily pulling out a heavy black cube.When one foot is stuck in the Grey Miasma of krull it is much easier to step right in and sink rather than prolong the struggle. Rincewind let himself go."Yes, that one over there is Frig Stronginthearm, over there is Black Zenell-""Is Hrun the Barbarian here?" said Twoflower, looking around eagerly. Rincewind took a deep breath."That's him behind us," he said.The enormity of this lie was so great that its ripples did in fact spread out one of the lower astral planes as far as the Magical Quarter across the river, where it picked up tremendous velocity from the huge standing wave of power that always hovered there and
"This is fantastic," he said. "They're never going to believe thi

Piet Mondrian Composition with Red Blue Yellow 2

2009-02-24T23:17:00.000-08:00

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this," she said. "When I'm your daemon, you'll be able to see how I do it, but until then it's got to be private."
"There is an anteroom behind this one. Go into that, and come out when you know the answer."
Lyra opened the wasn't trusting him.
She put that thought aside and asked the question lofur Raknison wanted. What was the first creature he had killed? The answer came: lofur's own father.
She asked further, and learned that lofur had been alone on the ice as a young bear, on his first hunting expedition, and had come across a solitary bear. They had quarreled and fought, and lofur had killed him. This in itself would have been a crime, but it door and found herself in a room lit by one torch, and empty but for a cabinet of mahogany containing some tarnished silver ornaments. She took out the alethiome-ter and asked: "Where is lorek now?""Four hours away, and hurrying ever faster." "How can I tell him what I've done?" "You must trust him."She thought anxiously of how tired he would be. But then she reflected that she was not doing what the alethiometer had just told her to do: she

Andy Warhol Dollar Sign 1981

2009-02-23T22:45:00.000-08:00

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gonna get colder." "How did you find us?"
"Witches. passed out of the cloud altogether and, still rising rapidly, soared on into the heavens.
What a sight!
Directly above them the balloon swelled out in a huge curve. Above and ahead of them the Aurora was blazing, with more brilliance and grandeur than she had ever seen. It was all around, or nearly, and they were nearly part of it. Great swathes of incandescence There's one witch lady who wants to talk to you. When we get clear of the cloud, we'll get our bearings and then we can sit and have a yarn.""lorek," said Lyra, "thank you for coming." The bear grunted, and settled down to lick the blood off his fur. His weight meant that the basket was tilted to one side, but that didn't matter. Roger was wary, but lorek Byrnison took no more notice of him than of a flake of snow. Lyra contented herself with clinging to the rim of the basket, just under her chin when she was standing, and peering wide-eyed into the swirling cloud.Only a few seconds later the balloon

Leroy Neiman Island Hole at Sawgrass

2009-02-20T22:05:00.001-08:00

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hurt all at once. Her arms were hauled behind till her shoulders cracked, and someone lashed her wrists together, and then a hood was crammed over her head to muffle her screams, for scream she did, and lustily:
"lorek! sobbing with rage and fear. And strange voices spoke around her.
"Pan..."
"I'm here, shh, I'll help you breathe. Keep still..."
His mouse paws tugged at the hood until her mouth was freer, and she gulped at the frozen air.
"Who are they?" she whispered.
"They look like Tartars. I think they hit John Faa."
"No-"lorek Byrnison! Help me!"But could he hear? She couldn't tell; she was hurled this way and that, crushed onto a hard surface which then began to lurch and bump like a sledge. The sounds that reached her were wild and confused. She might have heard lorek Byrnison's roar, but it was a long way off, and then she was jolting over rough ground, arms twisted, mouth stifled,

Salvador Dali Asummpta Corpuscularia Lapislazulina

2009-02-19T22:47:00.000-08:00

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heard a different story," said John Faa. "He's a dangerous rogue, is what we heard."
"If-" Lyra wasof 'em now!"
"He has done," said John Faa. "Well, if not dozens, then some. When they first took his armor away, he went a rampaging round looking for it. He tore open the police house and the bank and I don't know where else, and there's at least two men who died. The only reason they didn't shoot to kill him is because of his wondrous skill with metals; they wanted to use him like a laborer."
"Like a slave!" Lyra said hotly. "They hadn't got the right!" passionate; she could hardly speak for indignation. "-if the alethiometer says something, I know it's true. And I asked it, and it said that he was telling the truth, they did trick him, and they're telling lies and not him. I believe him, Lord Faa! Farder Coram-you saw him too, and you believe him, don't you?""I thought I did, child. I en't so certain of things as you are.""But what are they afraid of? Do they think he's going to go round killing people as soon's he gets his armor on? He could kill dozens

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with Flower

2009-02-18T22:38:00.001-08:00

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except it was north to Lapland...."
She had to stop and pant briefly, her little chest fluttering, before she could go on.
"And so them Gobblers told us about the Ministry of Theology and Lord Boreal. Benjamin said him and Gerard Hook should break into the Ministry and Frans Broekman and Tom Mendham should go and find out about Lord mew of anxiety and love, and the woman took a step or two closer, her hands to her mouth; but she didn't speak, and the daemon went on faintly:
"Benjamin and Gerard and us went to the Ministry at White Hall and found a little side door, it not being fiercely guarded, and we stayed on watch outside while Boreal.""Did they do that?""We don't know. They never came back. Farder Coram, it were like everything we did, they knew about before we did it, and for all we know Frans and Tom were swallowed alive as soon as they got near Lord Boreal.""Come back to Benjamin," said Farder Coram, hearing Jacob's breathing getting harsher and seeing his eyes close in pain.Jacob's daemon gave a little

Vincent van Gogh A Novel Reader

2009-02-18T00:13:00.001-08:00

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Nicholas Rokeby, I'm a putting you in charge of finding a vessel, and commanding her once we sail. Adam Stefanski, I want you to take charge of the arms and munitions, and command the fighting. Roger van Poppel, you look to all the other stores, from food to cold-weather clothing. Simon Hartmann, you be treasurer, and account to us all for a proper apportionment of our gold. Benjamin de Ruyter, I want you to take charge of spying. "But supposing you find out that you can't rescue 'em without some women in disguise as guards or nurses or whatever?"
"Well, I hadn't thought of that," John Faa admitted. "We'll consider that There's a great deal we ought to find out, and I'm a giving you the charge of that, and you'll report to Farder Coram. Michael Canzona, you're going to be responsible for coordinating the first four leaders' work, and you'll report to me, and if I die, you're my second in command and you'll take over."Now I've made my dispositions according to custom, and if any man or woman seeks to disagree, they may do so freely."After a moment a woman stood up."Lord Faa, en't you a taking any women on this expedition to look after them kids once you found 'em?""No, Nell. We shall have little space as it is. Any kids we free will be better off in our care than where they've been."

Vincent van Gogh Cornfield with Cypresses

2009-02-16T23:32:00.000-08:00

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President Obama will have a historic opportunity to reshape public policy.
Speaking at the Wall Street Journal's CEO conference in November, Mr. Obama's chief-of-staff-designate, Rahm Emanuel, said the words that have become his team's rallying cry for 2009: "You never want a serious crisis to go to waste. , it's a good bet few politicians will want to stand in the way.
That will give the new president an opportunity to do things his predecessors could only dream about. Roads will be rebuilt, schools will be refurbished, medical records will be computerized, and windmills will be constructed, all across the land.
Will some of that money be wasted? Of course. But the sums involved This crisis provides the opportunity for us to do things that you could not do before."The Obama team is busily preparing a stimulus package that, when all is said and done, will total between $750 billion and $1 trillion -- far larger than any fiscal stimulus in the history of the world. And with the economy still sliding downward

Jean Francois Millet Harvesters Resting

2009-02-16T01:23:00.000-08:00

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Dame Hannah Relf was the head of one of the women's colleges, an elderly gray-haired lady whose daemon was a marmoset. Lyra shook hands as politely as she could, and was then introduced to the other guests, who were, like Dame Hannah, Scholars from quite uninteresting. Then the Master came to the final guest.
"Mrs. Coulter," he said, "this is our Lyra. Lyra, come and say hello to Mrs. Coulter."
"Hello, Lyra," said Mrs. Coulter.
She was beautiful and young. Her sleek black hair framed her cheeks, and her daemon was a goldto do to Roger and the gyptians and the other kids."
"What?"
"Well, what does entire mean?"
"Dunno. They cut 'em in half, probably. I reckon they make slaves out of 'em. That'd be more use. They probably got mines up there. Uranium mines for atomcraft. I bet that's what it is. And if they sent grownups down en monkey.

Gustav Klimt The Bride

2009-02-15T19:20:00.000-08:00

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as the Master had ordered him to. The common room and the library were lit by anbar-ic power, but the Scholars preferred the older, softer naphtha lamps in the Retiring Room. They wouldn't change that in the .
The Butler smother the urge to move and look.
"Good evening, Wren," said Lord Asriel. Lyra always heard that harsh voice with a mixture of pleasure and apprehension. "I arrived too late to dine. I'll wait in here."
The Butler looked uncomfortable. Guests entered the Retiring Room at the Master's invitation only, and Lord Asriel knew that; but the Butler also saw Lord Asriel looking pointedly at the bulge in his pocket, and decided not to protesttrimmed the wick, and put another log on the fire as well, and then listened carefully at the hall door before helping himself to a handful of leaf from the smoking stand. He had hardly replaced the lid when the handle of the other door turned, making him jump nervously. Lyra tried not to laugh. The Butler hastily stuffed the leaf into his pocket and turned to face the incomer."Lord Asriel!" he said, and a shiver of cold surprise ran down Lyra's back. She couldn't see him from where she was, and she tried to

Pablo Picasso Accordionist

2009-02-12T23:28:00.000-08:00

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the Alamo. How often he and his companions had played that heroic battle, in the ruins of the old fort, taking turns to be Danes and French! His childhood was coming back to him, with a vengeance. He took out the Navajo ring He adjusted his position and sighted along the old Winchester until he had the port engine mounting plumb in view, and fired. The crack raised the soldiers' heads as they climbed toward him, but a second later the engine suddenly roared and then just of his mother's and laid it on the rock beside him. In the old had often been a cougar or a wolf, and once or twice a rattlesnake, but mostly a mockingbird. Now—"Quit daydreaming and take a sight," she said. "This ain't play, Lee."The men climbing the slope had fanned out and were moving more slowly, because they saw the problem as well as he did. They knew they'd have to capture the gulch, and they knew that one man with a rifle could hold them off for a long time. Behind them, to Lee's surprise, the zeppelin was still laboring to rise. Maybe its buoyancy was going, or maybe the fuel was running low, but either way it hadn't taken off yet, and it gave him an idea.

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres Napoleon I on His Imperial Throne

2009-02-12T00:45:00.000-08:00

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The announcement was made on the Facebook company blog by founder and CEO Mark Zuckerberg. Should Facebook sustain this rate of growth, the 5-year-old site could hit 200 million users before Zuckerberg reaches his 25th birthday this spring.
Nearly half over revenues.
That can be precarious, especially during difficult financial times, when Facebook's deep-pocketed backers may find those pockets a bit shallower. As some critics have pointed out, server power and other infrastructure costs are not as cheap internationally as they are in the States.of those 150 million members, Zuckerberg wrote, use Facebook every day. Most of the site's new members now come from outside the United States. "This includes people in every continent--even Antarctica," the post read. "If Facebook were a country, it would be the eighth most populated in the world, just ahead of Japan, Russia, and Nigeria."But FacNation wouldn't be a financial heavyweight just yet. The company has made it clear that right now, it's focusing on growth

Theodore Chasseriau Apollo and Daphne

2009-02-11T00:14:00.001-08:00

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leaped forward to where Lyra must be, and a moment later it would have found her—
And at that moment the tabby cat sprang out of the shrubbery and onto the grass, and hissed.
The monkey , too, as the cat's claws raked his face; and then the monkey turned and leaped into Mrs. Coulter's arms, and the cat shot away into the bushes of her own world and vanished.
And Will and Lyra were through the window, and Will felt once again for the almost intangible edges in the air and pressed them swiftly together, closing the window all along its length as through the diminishing gap came the sound of feet among twigs and cracking branches—
And then there was only a hole the size of Will's hand, and then it was shutheard and twisted in midair as if with astonishment, though he was hardly as astonished as Will himself. The monkey fell on his paws, facing the cat, and the cat arched her back, tail raised high, and stood sideways on, hissing, challenging, spitting.And the monkey leaped for her. The cat reared up, slashing with needle-paws left and right too quickly to be seen, and then Lyra was beside Will, tumbling through the window with Pantalaimon beside her. And the cat screamed, and the monkey screamed

Vincent van Gogh The Old Mill

2009-02-06T00:53:00.000-08:00

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Charles Darwin believed that tickling was the key to creating social bonds between people, such as mother and child or between romantic partners. He saw it as social play, a positive and safe way to stimulate each other. But is tickling the case, where does the laughter come from?
Theories about the origins of tickling-induced laughter abound. One psychiatrist, Donald W. Black, found that the places on our bodies most prone to feeling ticklish relate to our reflexes, implying a connection between the playful fighting back that occurs during tickle fests and acquiring necessary self-defense skills. According to him, laughing reinforces the act as a safe, non-harmful way of learning how actually pleasurable? Even though we laugh along when the right person performs the act, tickling is not often enjoyed. The discomfort makes us wiggle away from the person, yet our laughing encourages the tickler to continue. In one study that examined the physical response to tickling, 70 to 75 percent of participants laughed when stimulated, but most stated afterward that they generally did not enjoy being tickled. If that’s

John Constable Wivenhoe Park Essex

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

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, I see. How did you find Dr. Malone?"
'"Cause my father's a physicist, and he knows her."
It was going more easily now, she thought. She began to relax into it and lie more fluently.
"And she showed you what she was working on, did she?"
"Yeah. The engine with the screen… Yes, all that."
"You're interested in that sort of thing, so on?"
"Yeah. Physics, especially."
"You going to be a scientist when you grow up?"
That sort of question deserved a blank stare, which it got. He wasn't disconcerted. His pale eyes looked briefly at the young woman, and then back to Lyra.
"And Malone?"
"Not in the same way. He can do some things better, but that engine with the words on the screen—he hasn't got one of those."were you surprised at what Dr. Malone showed you?""Well, sort of, but I knew what to expect""Because of your father?""Yeah. 'Cause he's doing the same kind of work.""Yes, quite. Do you understand it?""Some of it.""Your father's looking into dark matter, then?""Yes.""Has he got as far as Dr.
"Is Will staying with your friends as well?"
"Yes, he—"

Leroy Neiman Clubhouse at Old St. Andrews

2009-02-05T00:24:00.000-08:00

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and conventions and manipulated by a hierarchy of editors and administrators, elected to their posts on the basis of their work. They wield significant power to delete revisions and whole articles, and to block users. Every single revisions only extends a current policy that denies editing rights to anonymous users on the pages of major political figures – a policy introduced during the constant war against vandalism to the pages of Tony Blair and George Bush in the run-up to the Iraq war.
Its detractors argue that a similar clampdown on the German-language version of Wikipedia has meant it can now take three weeks to see an change to every single article is recorded and can be debated. "Edit wars" between contributors who are pushing competing revisions are common. Many are tedious – the debate about whether JK Rowling is pronounced "rolling" or with an "ow" sound ran for months – but participants console themselves with the knowledge that they are working towards a more perfect union of Wikipedia and the world it describes. The new plan for flagged

Leroy Neiman Indoor Cycling

2009-02-04T23:33:00.000-08:00

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had been made to let the gods into his head. And then the alethiometer, in the casual way it sometimes had of answering a question Lyra hadn't asked, added that there was a good deal more Dust around the trepanned skulls than around the one with the arrowhead.
What in the "Hippies, you know, people like that. Actually, you're far too young to remember hippies. They say it's more effective than taking drugs."
Lyra had put the alethiometer in her rucksack and was wondering how she could get away. She still hadn't asked it the main question, and now this old man was having a conversation with her. He seemed nice enough, and he certainly smelled nice. He was closer now. His hand world could that mean? Lyra came out of the focused calm she shared with the alethiometer and drifted back to the present moment to find herself no longer alone. Gazing into the next case was an elderly man in a pale suit, who smelled sweet. He reminded her of someone, but she couldn't think who.He became aware of her staring at him, and looked up with a smile."You're looking at the trepanned skulls?" he said. "What strange things people do to themselves.""Mm," she said expressionlessly."D'you know, people still do that?""Yeah," she said.

Leroy Neiman Elephant Family

2009-02-03T22:55:00.000-08:00

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her to allow them to worship her instead, only to be rejected with contempt; for what good would their worship do her? she asked. It had done nothing for the tigers. Such was Ruta Skadi: beautiful, proud, and pitiless.
Serafina was not sure why she had come, but made the queen welcome, and etiquette demanded that Ruta Skadi should sit on Serafina's right. When they were all assembled, Serafina began to speak.
"Sisters! You know as we have done until now, looking after our own affairs? Then there is the matter of the child Lyra Belacqua, now called Lyra Silvertongue by King Iorek Byrnison. She chose the right cloud-pine spray at the house of Dr. Lanselius: she is the child we have always expected, and now she has vanished."
"We have two guests, who will tell us their thoughts. First we why we have come together: we must decide what to do about these new events. The universe is broken wide, and Lord Asriel has opened the way from this world to another. Should we concern ourselves with it, or live our lives

Daniel Ridgway Knight Daniel Ridgway Knight

2009-02-03T01:15:00.000-08:00

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not running an airline." life is too short to turn every personal affront into a battle. However, if you are constantly offended by someone in particular, yes, take it seriously and take appropriate action. But for occasional troubles, or if head on her stomach, and her head on another person's stomach and so on (the more people the better). The first person says, "Ha." The next person says, "Ha-ha." The third person says, "Ha-ha-ha." And so on. We guarantee you'll be laughing in no time.
11. Read the activity listings page in the newspaper and choose some laugh-inducing events to attend. It could be the circus, a movie, a stand-up comic, or a funny play. Sometimes it takes a professional to get you to regain nothing you do can change the person or situation, take the humor response.A Daily Ritual9. Sign up to receive the Top 10 list from David Letterman every day via e-mail. You can find it at 10. Spend 15 minutes a day having a giggling session. Here's how you do it: You and another person (partner, kid, friend, etc.) lie on the floor with your

Jack Vettriano The Billy Boys

2009-02-02T19:52:00.000-08:00

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the Shadows. But now she had to hold both ways together, the everyday and the trance, just as you have to look in two directions at once to see the 3-D pictures among the dots.
And just as it happens with the dot pictures, she suddenly got it.
"Ah!" she cried, that her concentration slipped, and he vanished.
"You've done it once, and next time it will be easier," Serafina said. "When you are in your world, you will learn to see the daemons of other people, too, in the same way. They won't see yours or Will's, though, unless you teach them as I've taught you."
"Yes...Oh, this is extraordinary. Yes!"and reached for Serafina's arm to steady herself, for there on the iron fence around the parkland sat a bird: glossy black, with red legs and a curved yellow bill: an Alpine chough, just as Serafina had described. It, he, was only a foot or two away, watching her with his head slightly cocked, for all the world as though he was amused.But she was so surprised

John William Waterhouse Pandora

2009-02-01T18:54:00.000-08:00

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Tell it when we get to it," said Lyra, and she smiled at him, a smile of such sweet knowledge and joy that his senses felt confused. He smiled back, and Mary thought his expression showed more perfect trust than she'd ever seen on a human face.
By this time they had reached the village, and there was the evening meal to prepare. So Mary left the other two by the riverbank, where they sat to watch the tide flooding in, and went to
But Mary, far from a hot spring. Mary had been there only three days before, and nothing had seemed wrong. She took the spyglass and looked at the sky; sure enough, the great stream of shadow particles was flowing more strongly, and at incomparably greater speed and volume, than the tide now rising between the riverbanks.
What can you do? said Atal.she said, the tualapi destroyed a village further up the coast, and then another and another. They've never done that before. They usually attack one and then go back to sea. And another tree fell today ...No! Where!Atal mentioned a grove not
Mary felt the weight of responsibility like a heavy hand between her

Jack Vettriano There's Always Someone Watching You

2009-01-21T23:59:00.000-08:00

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Yeah. They must be."
He stood up suddenly.
"Look," he said, "over there..."
He was shading his eyes and pointing. She followed his gaze and saw a distant tremor of movement, quite different from the shimmer of the heat haze.
"Animals?" she had vanished, but the rumble went on for a few moments. Then it became suddenly quieter, though it had been very quiet already. The two of them were still gazing in the same direction, and shortly afterward they saw the movement start up again. And a few moments later came the sound.
"They went behind a ridge or something," said Will. "Are they closer?"
"Can't really see. Yes, they're turning, look, they're coming this way."said doubtfully."And listen," he said, putting his hand behind his ear.Now he'd pointed it out, she could hear a low, persistent rumble, almost like thunder, a very long way off."They've disappeared," Will said, pointing.The little patch of moving shadows

Edmund Blair Leighton The Accolade

2009-01-21T00:11:00.000-08:00

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Has she found her daemon?" she whispered.
"The ghost of the and whose knowledge extended over a million universes. Nevertheless, at that moment he was blinded by his twin obsessions: to destroy Lyra and to possess her mother. He nodded and stayed where her coming of age, but mine. How bitterly I regret that I didn't know of you in my own girlhood; how passionately I would have devoted myself to you..."
She leaned toward Mrs. Coulter had no attention to spare for it, because the shadow beside her was trembling with desire, and she had to keep him by her side, under what control she could manage.
They moved down, on a ledge high up in the great cavern, watching Lord Asriel and the snow leopard make their careful way down, a long way below.
"I could strike

Sandro Botticelli The Birth of Venus

2009-01-20T01:34:00.000-08:00

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cable, soldiers, and all, and everything began to tumble in a welter of smoke and flames down the mountainside, gathering speed and incinerating the resinous trees as it went, until it plunged into the white waters of the cataract, which whirled it all away into the dark.
Lord Asriel touched the controls again and the intention craft began to speed away northward. But Mrs. Coulter couldn't take her eyes off the scene; she watched behind them for a long time, gazing with tear-filled eyes at the fire, until it was no more than a vertical line of orange scratched on the dark and wreathed in smoke and steam, and then it was nothing.details, and they were focused on the one detail in the universe that mattered: stuck to one of the pads of the clasp in the resonating chamber, there was a single dark gold hair.
She cried a great wail away, but part of her was watching her daemon as he manipulated the handles, his fierce black paws snapping the mechanism this way, that way, pulling, twisting, reaching in...
Then came a blow to

Andy Warhol Marilyn Monroe Pink

2009-01-20T01:29:00.000-08:00

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secondary matter. The problem was how to get Lyra's hair out of the bomb before they set it off. Lord Roke had burned the hair from the envelope after her arrest, letting the wind take the ashes away into the night sky; and then he'd found his way to the laboratory and watched as they placed the rest of the little dark golden curl in the resonating chamber because of what the President intended to do with Mrs. Coulter. The energy of the bomb came from cutting the link between human and daemon, and that meant the hideous process of intercision: the cages of mesh, the silver guillotine. He was going to sever theconnection between her and the golden monkey and use the power released by that to destroy her daughter. She and Lyra would perish by the means she herself had invented. It was neat, at least, she thought. in preparation. He knew exactly where it was, and how to open the chamber, but the brilliant light and the glittering surfaces in the laboratory, not to mention the constant coming and going of technicians, made it impossible for him to do anything about it there.So they'd have to remove the lock of hair after the bomb was set up.And that was going to be even harder,

John Collier Lady Godiva

2009-01-18T21:30:00.000-08:00

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The mulefa, practical and anxious to find out, offered at once to build her whatever she needed. They knew the techniques of using pulleys and tackle, and presently one suggested a way of lifting Mary easily into the canopy so as to it was discouraging; the crucifix around his neck and the rifle at his back were twin tokens of his absolute determination to complete the task.
But it would have taken him much longer if it hadn't been for a difference in the weather. In the world he was in, it was hot and dry, and he was increasingly thirsty; and seeing a wet patch of rock at the top of a scree, he climbed up to see if there was a spring there. There wasn't, but in the world of the wheel-pod trees, there had just been a shower of rain; and so it was that he discovered the window and found where Mary had gone.save her the dangerous labor of climbing.Glad to have something to do, they set about gathering materials at once, braiding and tying and lashing spars and ropes and lines under her guidance, and assembling everything she needed for a treetop observation platform.After speaking to the old couple by the olive grove, Father Gomez lost the track. He spent several days searching and inquiring in every direction, but the woman seemed to have vanished completely.He would never have given up, although

Jack Vettriano Yesterday's Dreams

2009-01-16T00:43:00.000-08:00

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learn, from her parents, the secret of where the family fortune had been buried.
"And if we knew our deaths, in our land," she said, "like you do here, it would be easier, probably; but I think we're really lucky to find our way here, so's we could get your advice. And thank you very much for being so kind and listening, , flushed with tiredness, looked with sleepy eyes from one grownup to the other, but no one could suggest where they could find a boat.
Then came a voice that hadn't spoken before. From the depths of the bedclothes in the corner came a dry-cracked-nasal tone, not a woman's voice, not a living voice: it was the voice of the grandmother's death.
"The only way you'll cross the lake and go to the land of the dead," he said, and he and for giving us this meal, it was really nice."But what we need now, you see, or in the morning maybe, is we need to find a way out across the water where the dead people go, and see if we can get there, too. Is there any boats we could sort of hire?"They looked doubtful. The children

Jack Vettriano Narcissistic Bathers

2009-01-15T22:59:00.000-08:00

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don't know."
Suddenly Iorek lunged at Will and cuffed him hard with his left paw: so hard that Will fell half-stunned into the snow and tumbled over and over until he ended some way down the slope with his head ringing.
Iorek came down slowly to where Will was struggling up, and said, "Answer me truthfully."
Will was tempted to say, "You wouldn't have done that if I'd had the knife in my hand." But he knew that Iorek knew that, and knew that he knew it, and that it would be discourteous and stupid to say it; but he was tempted, all the same.talk to the ghost of Lyra's friend Roger, the one who got killed on Svalbard. And if there really is a world of the dead, then my father will be there, too, and if we can talk to ghosts, I want to talk to him.
"But I'm divided, I'm pulled apart, because also I want to go back and look after my mother, because I could, and also the angel Balthamos told me I should go to Lord Asriel and offer the knife to him, and I think maybe he was right as well..."He held his tongue until he was standing upright, facing Iorek directly."I said I don't know," he said, trying hard to keep his voice calm, "because I haven't looked clearly at what it is that I'm going to do. At what it means. It frightens me. And it frightens Lyra, too. Anyway, I agreed as soon as I heard what she said.""And what was that?""We want to go down to the land of the dead and

Alphonse Maria Mucha Summer

2009-01-15T00:47:00.000-08:00

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I didn't know what I was doing then, really, I just set off, and I was lucky. I mean there was all kinds of other people to help, like the gyptians and the witches. There won't be any help where we'd have to go. And I can see... In my dream I saw... The place was... It was worse than Bolvangar. That's world of the dead...”
"Yeah, if we do that, it said that we might never come back, Will. We might not survive."
He said nothing, and they walked along more soberly now, watching out for the bush that Iorek had mentioned, and silenced . We live and die and that is that. Human affairs bring us nothing but sorrow and trouble, but we have language and we make war and we use tools; maybe we should take sides. But full knowledge now that we do, we got to use it ourselves, we can't just not. That'd be feeble, and it'd be wrong, too, it'd be just like handing it over to 'em and saying, 'Go on, use it, we won't stop you.' All right, we don't know what it does, but I can ask the alethiometer, can't I? Then we'd know. And we could think about it properly, instead of just guessing and being afraid."
Will didn't want to mention his own

Franz Marc yellow cow

2009-01-14T01:08:00.000-08:00

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this is your armor," he said. "Well, it doesn't look very strong to me. I don't know if I can trust it. Let me see."
And he took the knife from the rucksack and rested the edge against the front of the helmet, and sliced off a corner as if he were cutting butter.
"That's what I it and took a step backward.
"Too strong a weapon," he said. "I can't fight that. Boy, you win."
Will knew that a second later the people would cheer and hoot and whistle, so even before the bear had finished saying the word win, Will had begun to turn and call out, to keep them quiet:
"Now you must keep the bargain. Look after the wounded people and start repairing the buildings. Then let the boat tie up and refuel."thought," he said, and cut another and another, reducing the massive thing to a pile of fragments in less than a minute. He stood up and held out a handful."That was your armor," he said, and dropped the pieces with a clatter onto the rest at his feet, "and this is my knife. And since your helmet was no good to me, I'll have to fight without it. Are you ready, bear? I think we're well matched. I could take off your head with one sweep of my knife, after all."Utter stillness. The bear's black eyes glowed like pitch, and Will felt a drop of sweat trickle down his spine.Then the bear's head moved. He shook

John William Waterhouse Lamia

2009-01-13T21:58:00.000-08:00

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Then an idea came to him so suddenly it felt like an electric shock.
If there were myriads of worlds, why did the knife only open windows between this one and his own?
Surely it should cut into any of them.
He held it up again, letting his mind flow along to the very tip of the blade as Giacomo Paradisi had told him, until his consciousness nestled among the atoms themselves and he felt every tiny snag and ripple in the air.
Instead of cutting as soon as he felt the first little halt, as he usually did, he let the knife move on to another and another.some he felt more easily than others, and, already knowing the answer, he cut one through to be sure: his own world again.
He closed it up and felt with the knife tip for a snag with a different quality. He found one that was elastic and resistant, and let the knife feel its way through. It was like tracing a row of stitches while pressing so softly that none of them was harmed."What are you doing?" said the voice from the air, bringing him back."Exploring," said Will. "Be quiet and keep out of the way. If you come near this you'll get cut, and if I can't see you, I can't avoid you."Balthamos made a sound of muted discontent. Will held out the knife again and felt for those tiny halts and hesitations.There were far more of them than he'd thought. And as he felt them without the need to cut through at once, he found that they each had a different quality: this one was hard and definite, that one cloudy; a third was slippery, a fourth brittle and frail...But among them all there were

Edward Hopper House by the Railroad

2009-01-12T22:10:00.000-08:00

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monkey was right. She wasn't only hiding Lyra: she was hiding her own eyes.

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Out of the dark the little boy came, hopeful and frightened, whispering over and over:
"Lyra, Lyra, Lyra... "
Behind him there were other figures, even more shadowy than he was, even more silent. They seemed to be of the same company and of the same kind, but they had no faces that were visible and no voices that spoke; and his voice never rose above a They were imprisoned. Someone had committed a crime, though no one knew what it was, or who had done it, or what authority sat in judgment.
Why did the little boy keep calling Lyra's name?
Hope.whisper, and his face was shaded and blurred like something half-forgotten."Lyra... Lyra..."Where were they?On a great plain, where no light shone from the iron-dark sky, and where a mist obscured the horizon on every side. The ground was bare earth, beaten flat by the pressure of millions of feet, even though those feet had less weight than feathers; so it must have been time that pressed it flat, even though time had been stilled in this place; so it must have been the way things were. This was the end of all places and the last of all worlds."Lyra..."Why were they there?

Jack Vettriano Working the Lounge

2009-01-12T00:40:00.000-08:00

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Research Institute at McLean Hospital in Boston and a professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School. "It's a piece of the puzzle to understanding why we like novelty, and why we get addicted to substances ... Dopamine is an dopamine levels down to normal and weaken their addiction.
On a more theoretical level, Zald's results may also help inform a long-ranging debate in the addiction field. Some experts believe that addicts suffer from a natural deficit of dopamine and self-medicate with drugs; others think addicts' brains make normal amounts of the neurotransmitter but just can't break it down and important piece of reward."Cohen suggests that a better understanding of novelty-seeking behavior may even help researchers find more effective treatments for addiction. If future studies validate Zald's findings and show that addicts also have fewer dopamine-inhibiting receptors than average, then designed to replace the function of those receptors may help bring their

John William Waterhouse A Mermaid

2009-01-11T23:09:00.000-08:00

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This technique has been around for years. It enjoyed a resurgence inpopularity in the late '80's, thanks to comedian Sam Kinison, whodescribed it as part of his live stage show. Sam insisted that the bestletter is capital "T." Now you be the judge.Here's What You Need:Just you and your tongue.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bentand legs slightly apart.Position your mouth in front of her vagina and begin to pleasure to lower case.Watch your woman's reactions to determine which letters she likes best.After awhile, you can just do those (t's great when her favorite lettersactually spell a word).The Hawaiian alphabet only has twelve letters. If you happen to be anative Hawaiian, that puts you at a distinct disadvantage whenperforming this technique -- or trying to get on "Wheel Of Fortuneherorally. As you're doing this, lick the alphabet on and around the clitoris.Do all the capital letters first, then switch

Andy Warhol sam One Blue Pussy

2009-01-09T20:52:00.000-08:00

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Unwrap the cough drop and put it in your mouth. You need to give it acouple of minutes to partially dissolve; so use this time to pepper herbelly, bikini line and inner thighs with little kisses.Swirl the cough drop around in your mouth, making sure to rub the tip ofyour tongue against it. Now, keeping the cough drop in your mouth,gently begin to lick around the vagina, paying special attention to theclitoris. In a few moments your woman will begin to feel both the hot andcool sensation of the menthol penetrating her body.For added stimulation, pause every minute or so and gently blow on theclitoris (the air reactivates the cooling Here's a great hand technique that will drive your woman wild.Here's What You Need:Just the two of you.Here's How You Do It:Get your woman naked. Have her lie on her back with her knees bentand her legs open wide.properties of the menthol andprovides a sensation most women find immensely pleasurable).Women all over the world have gone absolutely crazy for this little ditty.Done properly, it will have her yodeling, "Ree-colaaaaaaaaa!"

Andy Warhol Diamond Dust Shoes Parallel

2009-01-07T22:52:00.000-08:00

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HONG KONG (Reuters) - Asian stocks edged lower on Tuesday and the dollar hovered above a record low against a basket of major currencies as investors held their fire ahead of a U.S. Federal Reserve policy-setting meeting that is At the September meeting, the Fed slashed interest rates by a bold 50 basis points, setting alight global stock markets. expected to cut interest rates.Crude oil prices also eased following a four-day rally to a record high of $93.80 a barrel and gold retreated from a 28-year peak of $794.40 an ounce as its five-day run sputtered to a halt.Due to kick off later in the day, the two-day Fed meeting is widely expected to conclude with another cut to the 4.75 percent fed funds rate as the U.S. central bank tries to stave off economic fallout from a housing slump and credit market problems.The move this time would be mainly symbolic, with the Fed wanting to show it's prepared to respond to any problems, rather than flooding the market with cash," said Nagayuki Yamagishi, a strategist at Mitsubishi UFJ Securities.
"This would also give them the leeway for another cut later on if it's needed

Jack Vettriano The Letter

2009-01-06T23:22:00.000-08:00

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Jack Vettriano The Letter
They are all right and they are all wrong. You cannot explain the overall economy with a single solution. We have a complex mix with new ingredients coming to our awareness each day.
To get a better look at this elephant you must stand back not only in distance but in time as well. Ask this question: Where is may be over.
However, when I look at this elephant it still looks like the same elephant. The basic portions of the economy are still slow and slowing. Unemployment is rising. The banks are not loaning money even though they have it. Venture capitalists are not putting money in new companies. Manufacturing capacity has not come back. We have weaker housing because of higher interest rates and the consumer the country now economically in comparison to September 10 before the terrorist attack? At that time the stock market was going down and we were in a recession. Then the market crashed and the recession was officially declared. The stock market has climbed back up to where it was September 10 and the economists are telling us that the recession

Jack Vettriano on Parade

2009-01-05T22:48:00.000-08:00

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try, do try!"
"Announce my idea!"
"Good-bye, Jean.... Good-bye, Pierre!"
"Have you forgotten nothing?"
"Don't lose your ideas!"
"Try to tell us if it's nice!"
"Enough! Enough!" roared Time, in a huge voice, shaking his big keys and his terrible scythe. "Enough! The anchor's weighed…”
Then the Children to meet them," she said. climbed into the gold galley, with the beautiful white silk sails. They waved their hands again to the little friends whom they were leaving behind them; but, on seeing the earth in the distance, they cried out, gladly: "Earth! Earth!… I can see it!…” "How bright it is!…" "How big it is!..." And, at the same time, as though coming from the abyss, a song rose, a distant song of gladness and expectation. Light, who was listening with a smile, saw the look of astonishment on Tyltyl's face and bent over him: "It is the song of the mothers coming out
At that moment, Time, who had shut the doors, saw our friends and rushed at them angrily, shaking his scythe at them.
"Hurry!" said Light. "Hurry! Take the Blue Bird, Tyltyl, and go in front

Andy Warhol Daisy Double Pink painting

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

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Granny in vain implored them to stay a few minutes longer.
"No, we can't possibly," said Tyltyl firmly; "I promised Light!"
And he hurried to take up the is our only pleasure; and it's such a treat for us when your thoughts pay us a visit!"
"Good-bye! Good-bye!" cried the brothers and sisters in chorus. "Come back very soon! Bring us some barley sugar!" precious cage. "Good-bye, Grandad… Good-bye, Granny .... Good-bye, brothers and sisters, Pierrot, Robert, Pauline, Madeleine, Riquette and you, too, Kiki .... We can't stay .... Don't cry, Granny; we will come back often!" Poor old Grandad was very much upset and complained lustily: "Gracious me, how tiresome the Living are, with all their fuss and excitement!" Tyltyl tried to console him and again promised to come back very often. "Come back every day!" said Granny. "It

Swatland The Sand Dollar

2009-01-02T21:50:00.000-08:00

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They say that a girl’s relationship with her father her dudes. If you had a dad like me, do not let him be your primary influence on how to be with a guy. Friendships with lots of guys will help to inform you just on how complex guys can really be. You will have a better understanding of how they handle things and how they generally relate to girls. Do your research and you will find be just a touch less confusing, which is not saying that much.
The word “crush” is a pretty violent word, and truth be told when we develop these schemes and tactics to entangle a guy in the web of love, throughout the conquest you may have created an idealized image of who the guy really is, so that by the time you’ve caught him, he’s not all that jazz. If you are like me, you’d probably stick with him anyway out of stubborn pride. Boyfriends are not things to be captured and owned. The intensions are harmless, but the result is usually a guy whom we have worked so hard to get but that we don’t really

Jack Vettriano Portrait in Silver and Black

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

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Arthur got up and walked to the top of the crater. He walked around the crater. He watched two suns set magnificently over Magrathea. He went back down into the crater. He woke the robot up because even a manically depressed robot is better seen anything like it in my wildest dreams ... the two suns! It was like mountains of fire boiling into space." "I've seen it," said Marvin. "It's rubbish." "We only ever had the one sun Arthur, "I came from a planet called Earth you know." "I know," said Marvin, "you keep going on about it. It sounds awful." "Ah no, it was a beautiful place." "Did it have oceans?" "Oh yes," said Arthur with a sigh, "great wide rolling blue oceans ..." "Can't bear oceans," said Marvin. "Tell me," inquired Arthur, "do you get on well with other robots?"to talk to than nobody. "Night's falling," he said. "Look robot, the stars are coming out." >From the heart of a dark nebula it is possible to see very few stars, and only very faintly, but they were there to be seen. The robot obediently looked at them, then looked back. "I know," he said. "Wretched isn't it?" "But that sunset! I've never

Yue Minjun Loving Bird

2008-12-29T23:21:00.000-08:00

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Infinite Improbability Drive is a wonderful new method of crossing vast interstellar distances in a mere nothingth of a second, without all that tedious mucking about in hyperspace. It was discovered by a lucky chance, and then developed into a governable form of propulsion by the Galactic Government's research team on Damogran. were often used to break the ice at parties by making all the molecules in the hostess's undergarments leap simultaneously one foot to the left, in accordance with the Theory of Indeterminacy. Many respectable physicists said that they weren't going to stand for this - partly because it was a because they didn't get invited to those sort of parties. Another thing they couldn't stand was the perpetual failure they encountered in trying to construct a machine which could generate the infinite improbability field needed to flip a spaceship across the mind-paralysing distances between the furthest stars, and in the end they grumpily announced that such a machine was virtually impossible.This, briefly, is the story of its discovery. The principle of generating small amounts of finite improbability by simply hooking the logic circuits of a Bambleweeny 57 Sub- Meson Brain to an atomic vector plotter suspended in a strong Brownian Motion producer (say a nice hot cup of tea) were of course well understood - and such generators

Titian The Gipsy Madonna

2008-12-28T23:24:00.000-08:00

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S. Vice President Dick Cheney, who has a history of heart problems, was treated for atrial fibrillation in October.
"Small to moderate amounts of alcohol -- up to two drinks a day -- do not appear to be associated with an increased risk," said Dr. Christine Albert of Brigham and Women's Hospital and Harvard Medical School, one of the researchers in the study published in the Journal of the American Medical Association.
"But if you do drink more than two drinks a day and you're looking for a way to decrease your risk of atrial fibrillation, it may be that reducing alcohol consumption may be helpful."
Only about 4 percent of the women in the study reported drinking that much.
Albert said in a telephone interview the study's design does not allow the researchers to state with certainty that the drinking caused the , she said.
"Most of the studies that have looked at alcohol and atrial fibrillation were done primarily in men. So we had wantedbe different, but also women drink different amounts of alcohol than men and have different drinking patterns," Albert said.