Showing posts with label American Day Dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label American Day Dream. Show all posts

Thursday, January 3, 2008

American Day Dream

American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
A WONDERFUL FACT to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
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Something of the awfulness, even of Death itself, is referable to this. No more can I turn the leaves of this dear book that I loved, and vainly hope in time to read it all. No more can I look into the depths of this unfathomable water, wherein, as momentary lights glanced into it, I have had glimpses of buried treasure and other things submerged. It was appointed

Monday, December 31, 2007

American Day Dream

American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
We proceeded to the top-storey of the house. Two or three times, by the way, I thought I observed in the indistinct light the skirts of a female figure going up before us. As we turned to ascend the last flight of stairs between us and the roof, we caught a full view of this figure pausing for a moment, at a door. Then it turned the handle, and went in. ¡¡¡¡'What's this!' said Martha, in a whisper. 'She has gone into my room. I don't know her!' ¡¡¡¡I knew her. I had recognized her with amazement, for Miss Dartle. ¡¡¡¡I said something to the effect that it was a lady whom I had seen before, in a few words, to my conductress; and had scarcely done so,
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when we heard her voice in the room, though not, from where we stood, what she was saying. Martha, with an astonished look, repeated her former action, and softly led me up the stairs; and then, by a little back-door which seemed to have no lock, and which she pushed open with a touch, into a small empty garret with a low sloping roof, little better than a

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

American Day Dream

American Day Dream
Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
'If you promise not to do it again,' she smiled. 'Unless, of course, you have grown tired of my poor efforts.' ¡¡¡¡To my delight, she never once looked toward the beach, and I maintained the banter with such success that all unconsciously she sipped coffee from the china cup, ate fried evaporated potatoes, and spread marmalade on her biscuit. But it could not last. I saw the surprise that came over her. She had discovered the china plate from which she was eating. She looked over the breakfast, noting detail after detail. Then she looked at me,
oil paintingsand her face turned slowly toward the beach. ¡¡¡¡'Humphrey!' she said. ¡¡¡¡The old unnamable terror mounted into her eyes. ¡¡¡¡'Is- he-?' she quavered. ¡¡¡¡I nodded my head. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE. ¡¡¡¡WE WAITED ALL DAY FOR WOLF Larsen to come ashore. It was an intolerable period of anxiety. Each moment one or the other of us cast expectant glances toward the Ghost. But he did not come. He did not even appear on deck.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

American Day Dream

American Day Dream
A Greek Beauty
A Lily Pond
Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder
a heavy price for viewing what no one else had seen. Just then, the robot handsgrasped the black helmet and gently lowered it over the Dark Lord's head. His helmet back in place, Darth Vader turned to hear his admiral's report. "Our pursuit ship have sighted the Millennium Falcon, my lord. It has enteredan asteroid field." "Asteroids don't concern me, Admiral," Vader said as he slowly clenched his fist."I want that ship, not excuses. How long until you will have Skywalker and theothers in the Millennium Falcon?" "Soon, Lord Vader," the admiral answered, trembling in fear. "Yes, Admiral…" Darth Vader said slowly, "…soon." Two gigantic asteroids hurtled toward the Millennium Falcon. Its pilot quicklymade a daring banking maneuver that brought it skirring out of the path of those twoasteroids, nearly to collide with a third. As the Falcon darted in and out of the asteroid field, it was followed closely bythree Imperial TIE fighters that veered through the rocks in hot pursuit. Suddenlyone of the three was fatally scraped by a shapeless chunk of rock and spun off in