Rembrandt The Jewish Bride

Rembrandt The Jewish Bride
Return of the Prodigal Son
Samson And Delilah
seated nude
force of the twin blast tumbled Threepio into the shredded cables, where a dozendifferent currents turned him into a jerking, twisting display. Strange sensations coursed through his metal nerve-ends. They caused no pain,only confusion. Every time he moved and tried to free himself there was anotherviolent crackling as a fresh cluster of componentry broke. The noise and man-madelightning remained constant around him as the battle continued to rage. Smoke began to fill the corridor. Artoo Detoo bustled about trying to help freehis friend. The little robot evidenced a phlegmatic indifference to the raveningenergies filling the passageway. He was built so low that most of the beams passedover him anyhow. "Help!" Threepio yelled, suddenly frightened at a new message from aninternal sensor. "I think something is melting. Free my left leg—the trouble's nearthe pelvic servomotor." Typically, his tone turned abruptly from pleading to berating. "This is all your fault!" he shouted angrily. "I should have known better than totrust the logic of a half-sized thermocapsulary dehousing assister. I don't know whyyou insisted we leave our assigned stations to come down this stupid access corridor.Not that it matters now. The whole ship must be—" Artoo Detoo cut him off inmidspeech with some angry beepings and hoots of his own, though he continued tocut and pull with precision at the tangled high-voltage cables.