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Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field with Cypresses
Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field with CypressesVincent van Gogh RosesFrancois Boucher The Marquise de PompadourFrank Dicksee Passion
generous and considerably less lethal than half the people the wizard had mixed with in the city-Rincewind rather liked him. Disliking him would have been like kicking a puppy.
Currently Twoflower was showing a great interest in the theory and practice of magic.
"It all seems, the air by sheer mental energy required several hours of systematic preparation if the wizard wished to prevent the simple principle of leverage flicking his brain out through his ears.
He went on to add that some of the ancient magic could still be found in its raw state, recognisable- to the initiated - by the eightfold shape it made in the crystalline structure of space-time. There was the metal octiron, for example, and the well, rather useless to me," he said. "I always thought that, you know, a wizard just said the magic words and that was that. Not all this tedious memorising."Rincewind agreed moodily. He tried to explain that magic had indeed once been wild and lawless, but had been tamed back in the mists of time by the Olden Ones, who had bound it to obey among other things the Law of Conservation of Reality; this demanded that the effort needed tothe same regardless of the means used. In practical terms this meant that, say, creating the illusion of a glass of wine was relatively easy, since it involved merely the subtle shifting of light patterns. On the other hand, lifting a genuine wineglass a few feet in
generous and considerably less lethal than half the people the wizard had mixed with in the city-Rincewind rather liked him. Disliking him would have been like kicking a puppy.
Currently Twoflower was showing a great interest in the theory and practice of magic.
"It all seems, the air by sheer mental energy required several hours of systematic preparation if the wizard wished to prevent the simple principle of leverage flicking his brain out through his ears.
He went on to add that some of the ancient magic could still be found in its raw state, recognisable- to the initiated - by the eightfold shape it made in the crystalline structure of space-time. There was the metal octiron, for example, and the well, rather useless to me," he said. "I always thought that, you know, a wizard just said the magic words and that was that. Not all this tedious memorising."Rincewind agreed moodily. He tried to explain that magic had indeed once been wild and lawless, but had been tamed back in the mists of time by the Olden Ones, who had bound it to obey among other things the Law of Conservation of Reality; this demanded that the effort needed tothe same regardless of the means used. In practical terms this meant that, say, creating the illusion of a glass of wine was relatively easy, since it involved merely the subtle shifting of light patterns. On the other hand, lifting a genuine wineglass a few feet in
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Caravaggio Sleeping Cupid
Caravaggio Sleeping CupidCaravaggio Lute PlayerCaravaggio Adoration of the ShepherdsAndrea Mantegna Samson and Delilah
The bears took Lyra up a gully in the cliffs, where the fog lay even more thickly than on the shore. The cries of the cliff-ghasts "Look up," said the bear, as a waft of breeze moved aside the heavy curtain of the fog.
There was little daylight in any case, but Lyra did look, and found herself standing in front of a vast building of stone. It was as tall at least as the highest part of Jordan college, but much more massive, and carved all over with representations of warfare, showing bears victorious and Skraelings surrendering, showing Tartars chained and slaving in the fire and the crash of the waves grew fainter as they climbed, and presently the only sound was the ceaseless crying of seabirds. They clambered in silence over rocks and snowdrifts, and although Lyra peered wide-eyed into the enfolding grayness, and strained her ears for the sound of her friends, she might have been the only human on Svalbard; and lorek might have been dead.The bear sergeant said nothing to her until they were on level ground. There they stopped. From the sound of the waves, Lyra judged them to have reached the top of the cliffs, and she dared not run away in case she fell over the edge.
The bears took Lyra up a gully in the cliffs, where the fog lay even more thickly than on the shore. The cries of the cliff-ghasts "Look up," said the bear, as a waft of breeze moved aside the heavy curtain of the fog.
There was little daylight in any case, but Lyra did look, and found herself standing in front of a vast building of stone. It was as tall at least as the highest part of Jordan college, but much more massive, and carved all over with representations of warfare, showing bears victorious and Skraelings surrendering, showing Tartars chained and slaving in the fire and the crash of the waves grew fainter as they climbed, and presently the only sound was the ceaseless crying of seabirds. They clambered in silence over rocks and snowdrifts, and although Lyra peered wide-eyed into the enfolding grayness, and strained her ears for the sound of her friends, she might have been the only human on Svalbard; and lorek might have been dead.The bear sergeant said nothing to her until they were on level ground. There they stopped. From the sound of the waves, Lyra judged them to have reached the top of the cliffs, and she dared not run away in case she fell over the edge.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Franz Marc Blue Horse
Franz Marc Blue HorseMarc Chagall The Three CandlesMarc Chagall Paris Through the WindowMarc Chagall Adam and Eve
rectified. What it meant was that when the fire bell was turned off after the practice, the laboratory alarm was turned off as well. Even then it would still have been picked up, because of the normal checks that would have taken place after every disruption of routine; but by that time, Mrs. Coulter, you had arrived unexpectedly, and if you recall,been done by a child?" said someone else.
She was silent, and the second man went on:
"Every adult had a task to do, and every task would have taken their full attention, and every task was done. There is no possibility that any of the staff here could have opened the door. None. So either someone came from outside altogether with the intention of doing you asked specifically to meet the laboratory staff there and then, in your room. Consequently, no one returned to the laboratory until some time later.""I see," said Mrs. Coulter coldly. "In that case, the daemons must have been released during the fire drill itself. And that widens the list of suspects to include every adult in the station. Had you considered that?""Had you considered that it might have
rectified. What it meant was that when the fire bell was turned off after the practice, the laboratory alarm was turned off as well. Even then it would still have been picked up, because of the normal checks that would have taken place after every disruption of routine; but by that time, Mrs. Coulter, you had arrived unexpectedly, and if you recall,been done by a child?" said someone else.
She was silent, and the second man went on:
"Every adult had a task to do, and every task would have taken their full attention, and every task was done. There is no possibility that any of the staff here could have opened the door. None. So either someone came from outside altogether with the intention of doing you asked specifically to meet the laboratory staff there and then, in your room. Consequently, no one returned to the laboratory until some time later.""I see," said Mrs. Coulter coldly. "In that case, the daemons must have been released during the fire drill itself. And that widens the list of suspects to include every adult in the station. Had you considered that?""Had you considered that it might have
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Alphonse Maria Mucha JOB
Alphonse Maria Mucha JOBAlphonse Maria Mucha GismondaPierre Auguste Renoir The UmbrellasPierre Auguste Renoir Les baigneuses
light. Good girl..."
Something flashed. The doctor made her face the other way and then to left and right, and each time something if you feel around in there, you'll find a sort of handle thing-got that? Take hold of that, there's a good girl. Now can you put your other hand over this way- rest it on this brass globe. Good. Fine. Now you'll feel a slight tingling, nothing to worry about, it's just a slight anbaric current...."
Pantalaimon, in his most tense and wary wildcat form, prowled with lightning-eyed clicked and flashed."That's fine. Now come over to this machine and put your hand into the tube. Nothing to harm you, I promise. Straighten your fingers. That's it.""What are you measuring?" she said. "Is it Dust?""Who told you about Dust?""One of the other girls, I don't know her name. She said we was all over Dust. I en't dusty, at least I don't think I am. I had a shower yesterday.""Ah, it's a different sort of dust. You can't see it with your ordinary eyesight. It's a special dust. Now clench your fist- that's right. Good. Now
light. Good girl..."
Something flashed. The doctor made her face the other way and then to left and right, and each time something if you feel around in there, you'll find a sort of handle thing-got that? Take hold of that, there's a good girl. Now can you put your other hand over this way- rest it on this brass globe. Good. Fine. Now you'll feel a slight tingling, nothing to worry about, it's just a slight anbaric current...."
Pantalaimon, in his most tense and wary wildcat form, prowled with lightning-eyed clicked and flashed."That's fine. Now come over to this machine and put your hand into the tube. Nothing to harm you, I promise. Straighten your fingers. That's it.""What are you measuring?" she said. "Is it Dust?""Who told you about Dust?""One of the other girls, I don't know her name. She said we was all over Dust. I en't dusty, at least I don't think I am. I had a shower yesterday.""Ah, it's a different sort of dust. You can't see it with your ordinary eyesight. It's a special dust. Now clench your fist- that's right. Good. Now
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Rose Gate
Thomas Kinkade Rose GateThomas Kinkade Paris City of LightsThomas Kinkade New Horizons
stepped away beside Lyra.
No one else moved. They watched the bear turn away from his victim at the bidding of the girl with the cat daemon, and then they shuffled aside to make room as lorek Byrnison padded heavily through the midst of them at Lyra's side and made "What's happened?" said Tony Costa, hearing the indignant voices from the streets above, as the townsfolk and the police made their way to the harbor.
Lyra told him, as clearly as she could.
"But where's he gone now?" he said. "He en't just left his armor on the for the harbor.Her mind was all on him, and she didn't see the confusion behind her, the fear and the anger that rose up safely when he was gone. She walked with him, and Pantalaimon padded ahead of them both as if to clear the way.When they reached the harbor, lorek Byrnison dipped his head and unfastened the helmet with a claw, letting it clang on the frozen ground. Gyptians came out of the cafe, having sensed that something was going on, and watched in the gleam of the anbaric lights on the ship's deck as lorek Byrnison shrugged off the rest of his armor and left it in a heap on the quayside. Without a word to anyone he padded to the water and slipped into it without a ripple, and vanished.
stepped away beside Lyra.
No one else moved. They watched the bear turn away from his victim at the bidding of the girl with the cat daemon, and then they shuffled aside to make room as lorek Byrnison padded heavily through the midst of them at Lyra's side and made "What's happened?" said Tony Costa, hearing the indignant voices from the streets above, as the townsfolk and the police made their way to the harbor.
Lyra told him, as clearly as she could.
"But where's he gone now?" he said. "He en't just left his armor on the for the harbor.Her mind was all on him, and she didn't see the confusion behind her, the fear and the anger that rose up safely when he was gone. She walked with him, and Pantalaimon padded ahead of them both as if to clear the way.When they reached the harbor, lorek Byrnison dipped his head and unfastened the helmet with a claw, letting it clang on the frozen ground. Gyptians came out of the cafe, having sensed that something was going on, and watched in the gleam of the anbaric lights on the ship's deck as lorek Byrnison shrugged off the rest of his armor and left it in a heap on the quayside. Without a word to anyone he padded to the water and slipped into it without a ripple, and vanished.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Stemming Raisins Javea
Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Stemming Raisins JaveaJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Sewing the SailJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Ninos en el Mar
and pictures were designed to be read like books. Everything stood for something else; if you had the right dictionary, you could read Nature itself. It was hardly surprising to find philosophers using the symbolism of their time to interpret knowledge that came from a mysterious source. But, you know, they haven't been used seriously for two centuries or so."
He handed the "What are the intentions of the Tartars with regard to Kamchatka?"
That wasn't hard. Lyra turned the hands to the camel, which meant Asia, which meant Tartars; to the cornucopia, for Kamchatka, where there were gold instrument back to Lyra, and added:"May I ask a question? Without the books of symbols, how do you read it?""I just make my mind go clear and then it's sort of like looking down into water. You got to let your eyes find the right level, because that's the only one that's in focus. Something like that," she said."I wonder if I might ask to see you do it?" he said.Lyra looked at Farder Coram, wanting to say yes but waiting for his approval. The old man nodded."What shall I ask?" said Lyra.
and pictures were designed to be read like books. Everything stood for something else; if you had the right dictionary, you could read Nature itself. It was hardly surprising to find philosophers using the symbolism of their time to interpret knowledge that came from a mysterious source. But, you know, they haven't been used seriously for two centuries or so."
He handed the "What are the intentions of the Tartars with regard to Kamchatka?"
That wasn't hard. Lyra turned the hands to the camel, which meant Asia, which meant Tartars; to the cornucopia, for Kamchatka, where there were gold instrument back to Lyra, and added:"May I ask a question? Without the books of symbols, how do you read it?""I just make my mind go clear and then it's sort of like looking down into water. You got to let your eyes find the right level, because that's the only one that's in focus. Something like that," she said."I wonder if I might ask to see you do it?" he said.Lyra looked at Farder Coram, wanting to say yes but waiting for his approval. The old man nodded."What shall I ask?" said Lyra.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Pino DRESSING TABLE
Pino DRESSING TABLEPino DAYDREAMPino DANCING IN BARCELONA
, though she didn't understand.
When they reached the byanplats it was evening, and the sun was about to set in a splash of bloody sky. The low island and the Zaal were humped blackly against the light, like the clustered buildings around; threads of smoke rose this very night. And they're a saying in the town-what d'you think of this?- they're saying that the missing child's on a gyptian boat, and she's a going to appear tonight at the Roping!"
He laughed loudly and ruffled Lyra's hair. Ever since they'd entered the into the still air, and from the press of boats all around came the smells of frying fish, of smokeleaf, of jenniver spirit.They tied up close to the Zaal itself, at a mooring Tony said had been used by their family for generations. Presently Ma Costa had the frying pan going, with a couple of fat eels hissing and sputtering and the kettle on for potato powder. Tony and Kerim oiled their hair, put on their finest leather jackets and blue spotted neckerchiefs, loaded their fingers with silver rings, and went to greet some old friends in the neighboring boats and drink a glass or two in the nearest bar. They came back with important news."We got here just in time. The Roping's
, though she didn't understand.
When they reached the byanplats it was evening, and the sun was about to set in a splash of bloody sky. The low island and the Zaal were humped blackly against the light, like the clustered buildings around; threads of smoke rose this very night. And they're a saying in the town-what d'you think of this?- they're saying that the missing child's on a gyptian boat, and she's a going to appear tonight at the Roping!"
He laughed loudly and ruffled Lyra's hair. Ever since they'd entered the into the still air, and from the press of boats all around came the smells of frying fish, of smokeleaf, of jenniver spirit.They tied up close to the Zaal itself, at a mooring Tony said had been used by their family for generations. Presently Ma Costa had the frying pan going, with a couple of fat eels hissing and sputtering and the kettle on for potato powder. Tony and Kerim oiled their hair, put on their finest leather jackets and blue spotted neckerchiefs, loaded their fingers with silver rings, and went to greet some old friends in the neighboring boats and drink a glass or two in the nearest bar. They came back with important news."We got here just in time. The Roping's
Monday, February 16, 2009
Claude Monet The Bridge at Argenteuil
Claude Monet The Bridge at ArgenteuilClaude Monet Spring 1880Claude Monet Snow at Argenteuil
way Adele Starminster looked up at her, and the agitated way her daemon was fluttering around her head, Lyra could tell that the young woman wasn't supposed to be at the party at all.
"I don't know Starminster had no force to resist. Her daemon fell limp on her shoulder and flapped his gorgeous wings once or twice before fainting, and the woman herself seemed to be unable to stand fully upright. Moving in a slight awkward crouch, she made her way through the press of loudly talking guests and out of the drawing room door. She had one hand clutched to her shoulder, holding the swooning daemon in place.
"Well?" said Mrs. Coulter to Lyra.your name," said Mrs. Coulter very quietly, "but I shall find it out within five minutes, and then you will never work as a journalist again. Now get up very quietly, without making a fuss, and leave. I might add that whoever brought you here will also suffer."Mrs. Coulter seemed to be charged with some kind of anbaric force. She even smelled different: a hot smell, like heated metal, came off her body. Lyra had felt something of it earlier, but now she was seeing it directed at someone else, and poor Adele
way Adele Starminster looked up at her, and the agitated way her daemon was fluttering around her head, Lyra could tell that the young woman wasn't supposed to be at the party at all.
"I don't know Starminster had no force to resist. Her daemon fell limp on her shoulder and flapped his gorgeous wings once or twice before fainting, and the woman herself seemed to be unable to stand fully upright. Moving in a slight awkward crouch, she made her way through the press of loudly talking guests and out of the drawing room door. She had one hand clutched to her shoulder, holding the swooning daemon in place.
"Well?" said Mrs. Coulter to Lyra.your name," said Mrs. Coulter very quietly, "but I shall find it out within five minutes, and then you will never work as a journalist again. Now get up very quietly, without making a fuss, and leave. I might add that whoever brought you here will also suffer."Mrs. Coulter seemed to be charged with some kind of anbaric force. She even smelled different: a hot smell, like heated metal, came off her body. Lyra had felt something of it earlier, but now she was seeing it directed at someone else, and poor Adele
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Rembrandt The Holy Family with Angels
Rembrandt The Holy Family with AngelsRembrandt Hendrickje Bathing in a RiverRembrandt The Polish Rider
belonged in the grandeur and ritual of Jordan college; and that somewhere in her life there was a connection with the high world of politics represented by Lord Asriel. All she did with that knowledge was to give herself airs and lord it over the other urchins. It had never occurred to her to find out more.
So she had passed with Lord Asriel and an invited group of senior Scholars. She dreaded being seen by Roger. He'd caught sight of her on one of these occasions and hooted with laughter at this beribboned and pink-frilled vision. She had responded with a volley of shrieking curses that shocked the poor Scholar who was escorting her, and in the Senior Common Room she'd slumped mutinously in an armchair until the Master told her sharply to sit upher childhood, like a half-wild cat. The only variation in her days came on those irregular occasions when Lord Asriel visited the college. A rich and powerful uncle was all very well to boast about, but the price of boasting was having to be caught by the most agile Scholar and brought to the Housekeeper to be washed and dressed in a clean frock, following which she was escorted (with many threats) to the Senior Common Room to have tea
belonged in the grandeur and ritual of Jordan college; and that somewhere in her life there was a connection with the high world of politics represented by Lord Asriel. All she did with that knowledge was to give herself airs and lord it over the other urchins. It had never occurred to her to find out more.
So she had passed with Lord Asriel and an invited group of senior Scholars. She dreaded being seen by Roger. He'd caught sight of her on one of these occasions and hooted with laughter at this beribboned and pink-frilled vision. She had responded with a volley of shrieking curses that shocked the poor Scholar who was escorting her, and in the Senior Common Room she'd slumped mutinously in an armchair until the Master told her sharply to sit upher childhood, like a half-wild cat. The only variation in her days came on those irregular occasions when Lord Asriel visited the college. A rich and powerful uncle was all very well to boast about, but the price of boasting was having to be caught by the most agile Scholar and brought to the Housekeeper to be washed and dressed in a clean frock, following which she was escorted (with many threats) to the Senior Common Room to have tea
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Caravaggio The Entombment of Christ
Caravaggio The Entombment of ChristCaravaggio Boy with a Basket of FruitBartolome Esteban Murillo Annunciation
leave only a white skeleton behind, still seated in a mound of glowing ash. Lee looked for Hester in alarm, and found her sleeping, which never happened, for when he was awake, so was she. So when he found her asleep, his laconic, whip-tongued daemon looking so gentle and vulnerable, he was moved by the strangeness of it, and he the thing listened closely to him and then drifted upward like a soap bubble until it was lost in the canopy.
Then his exhausting night took another turn, for he was in the cockpit of a zeppelin, watching the pilot. In fact, he was sitting in the copilot's seat, and they were cruising lay down uneasily beside her, awake in his dream, but really asleep, and he dreamed he lay awake for a long time.Another dream focused on Grumman, too. Lee seemed to see the shaman shaking a feather-trimmed rattle and commanding something to obey him. The something, Lee saw with a touch of nausea, was a Specter, like the ones they'd seen from the balloon. It was tall and nearly invisible, and it invoked such a gut-churning revulsion in Lee that he nearly woke in terror. But Grumman was directing it fearlessly, and coming to no harm either, because
leave only a white skeleton behind, still seated in a mound of glowing ash. Lee looked for Hester in alarm, and found her sleeping, which never happened, for when he was awake, so was she. So when he found her asleep, his laconic, whip-tongued daemon looking so gentle and vulnerable, he was moved by the strangeness of it, and he the thing listened closely to him and then drifted upward like a soap bubble until it was lost in the canopy.
Then his exhausting night took another turn, for he was in the cockpit of a zeppelin, watching the pilot. In fact, he was sitting in the copilot's seat, and they were cruising lay down uneasily beside her, awake in his dream, but really asleep, and he dreamed he lay awake for a long time.Another dream focused on Grumman, too. Lee seemed to see the shaman shaking a feather-trimmed rattle and commanding something to obey him. The something, Lee saw with a touch of nausea, was a Specter, like the ones they'd seen from the balloon. It was tall and nearly invisible, and it invoked such a gut-churning revulsion in Lee that he nearly woke in terror. But Grumman was directing it fearlessly, and coming to no harm either, because
Henri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic Forest
Henri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic ForestHenri Rousseau warHenri Rousseau Two Monkeys in the Jungle
discernible pause.
The mind that is
answering these
questions isn't human,
is it?
NO. BUT HUMANS HAVE
ALWAYS KNOWN US.
Us? There's more than
one of you?
UNCOUNTABLE BILLIONS.
But, what are you?
ANGELS.
Mary Malone's head rang. She'd been brought up as a Catholic. More than that—as Lyra had discovered, she had once
SPIRIT ARE ONE.
She shivered. They'd been listening to her thoughts.
And did you intervene in human evolution?been a nun. None of her faith was left to her now, but she knew about angels. St. Augustine had said, "Angel is the name of their office, not of their nature. If you seek the name of their nature, it is spirit; if you seek the name of their office, it is angel; from what they are, spirit, from what they do, angel."Dizzy, trembling, she typed again:And Shadow matter is what we have called spirit?FROM WHAT WE ARE,SPIRIT; FROM WHAT WE DO,MATTER. MATTER AND
YES.
discernible pause.
The mind that is
answering these
questions isn't human,
is it?
NO. BUT HUMANS HAVE
ALWAYS KNOWN US.
Us? There's more than
one of you?
UNCOUNTABLE BILLIONS.
But, what are you?
ANGELS.
Mary Malone's head rang. She'd been brought up as a Catholic. More than that—as Lyra had discovered, she had once
SPIRIT ARE ONE.
She shivered. They'd been listening to her thoughts.
And did you intervene in human evolution?been a nun. None of her faith was left to her now, but she knew about angels. St. Augustine had said, "Angel is the name of their office, not of their nature. If you seek the name of their nature, it is spirit; if you seek the name of their office, it is angel; from what they are, spirit, from what they do, angel."Dizzy, trembling, she typed again:And Shadow matter is what we have called spirit?FROM WHAT WE ARE,SPIRIT; FROM WHAT WE DO,MATTER. MATTER AND
YES.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival
Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance at BougivalMary Cassatt TeaTitian Sacred and Profane Love [detail]
further two hours and two minutes is spent looking at clips on YouTube, whilst an hour and 22 minutes is spent scouring NHS direct or other health websites for information about illnesses, puberty and growing pains.
Chat of to the internet. The internet rooms, forums, MSN, and social networking sites such as Facebook also play an important role in the average life of a teenager, who can spend up to nine hours a week chatting to friends and new acquaintances.One in four teenagers admit they regularly talk to strangers online, and think it is completely harmless.Ms Puddle added: 'Talking to friends on social networking websites can be completely risk-free good fun for teenagers.'But there is also the danger meeting strangers in these forums who aren't browsing the sites to "make friends".'In many cases these "online predators" are scouring the web for impressionable friendly young people to talk to, and in time, meet face to face.'Teenagers and parents need to realise the dangers of talking to strangers online but parents must not over-react by denying access
further two hours and two minutes is spent looking at clips on YouTube, whilst an hour and 22 minutes is spent scouring NHS direct or other health websites for information about illnesses, puberty and growing pains.
Chat of to the internet. The internet rooms, forums, MSN, and social networking sites such as Facebook also play an important role in the average life of a teenager, who can spend up to nine hours a week chatting to friends and new acquaintances.One in four teenagers admit they regularly talk to strangers online, and think it is completely harmless.Ms Puddle added: 'Talking to friends on social networking websites can be completely risk-free good fun for teenagers.'But there is also the danger meeting strangers in these forums who aren't browsing the sites to "make friends".'In many cases these "online predators" are scouring the web for impressionable friendly young people to talk to, and in time, meet face to face.'Teenagers and parents need to realise the dangers of talking to strangers online but parents must not over-react by denying access
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Edward Hopper Ryder's House
Edward Hopper Ryder's HouseEdward Hopper Railroad TrainEdward Hopper New York Office
anything else, he swung around and placed the alethiometer in a glass-fronted cabinet before locking it and dropping the key in his waistcoat pocket.
"But it isn't yours, Lizzie," he said. "Or Lyra, if that's your name."
"It is mine! It's my alethiometer!"
He shook his me your name was Lizzie. Now I learn it's something else. Frankly, you haven't got a hope of convincing anyone that a precious piece like this belongs to you. I tell you what. Let's call the police."
He turned his head to call for the servant.head, sadly and heavily, as if he were reproaching her and it was a sorrow to him, but he was doing it for her own good. "I think at the very least there's considerable doubt about the matter," he said."But it is hers!" said Will. "Honestly! She's shown it to me! I know it's hers!""You see, I think you'd have to prove that," he said. "I don't have to prove anything, because it's in my possession. It's assumed to be mine. Like all the other items in my collection. I must say, Lyra, I'm surprised to find you so dishonest—""I en't dishonest!" Lyra cried."Oh, but you are. You told
anything else, he swung around and placed the alethiometer in a glass-fronted cabinet before locking it and dropping the key in his waistcoat pocket.
"But it isn't yours, Lizzie," he said. "Or Lyra, if that's your name."
"It is mine! It's my alethiometer!"
He shook his me your name was Lizzie. Now I learn it's something else. Frankly, you haven't got a hope of convincing anyone that a precious piece like this belongs to you. I tell you what. Let's call the police."
He turned his head to call for the servant.head, sadly and heavily, as if he were reproaching her and it was a sorrow to him, but he was doing it for her own good. "I think at the very least there's considerable doubt about the matter," he said."But it is hers!" said Will. "Honestly! She's shown it to me! I know it's hers!""You see, I think you'd have to prove that," he said. "I don't have to prove anything, because it's in my possession. It's assumed to be mine. Like all the other items in my collection. I must say, Lyra, I'm surprised to find you so dishonest—""I en't dishonest!" Lyra cried."Oh, but you are. You told
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Leroy Neiman The Beatles
Leroy Neiman The BeatlesLeroy Neiman The 21 ClubLeroy Neiman The 1st at Spyglass
whereabouts of some magic object, I don't know what it might be, that could protect anyone who held it. Did you ever hear that story?"
"Yes, I ?" said Lee Scoresby.
"Oh, he got mixed up in the Skraeling wars over to Bering-land. Last I heard he'd been shot," said the seal hunter. "Killed outright."
"I heard they beheaded him," said Lee Scoresby.
"No, you're both wrong," said the barman, "and I know, because I heard it from an Inuit who was with him. Seems that they were camped out on Sakhalin somewhere and there heard that," said the seal hunter. "He didn't have it himself, but he knew where it was. There was a man who tried to make him tell, but Grumman killed him.""His daemon, now," said Sam Cansino, "that was curious. She was an eagle, a black eagle with a white head and breast, of a kind I'd never set eyes on, and I didn't know how she might be called.""She was an osprey," said the barman, listening in. "You're talking about Stan Grumman? His daemon was an osprey. A fish eagle.""What happened to him
whereabouts of some magic object, I don't know what it might be, that could protect anyone who held it. Did you ever hear that story?"
"Yes, I ?" said Lee Scoresby.
"Oh, he got mixed up in the Skraeling wars over to Bering-land. Last I heard he'd been shot," said the seal hunter. "Killed outright."
"I heard they beheaded him," said Lee Scoresby.
"No, you're both wrong," said the barman, "and I know, because I heard it from an Inuit who was with him. Seems that they were camped out on Sakhalin somewhere and there heard that," said the seal hunter. "He didn't have it himself, but he knew where it was. There was a man who tried to make him tell, but Grumman killed him.""His daemon, now," said Sam Cansino, "that was curious. She was an eagle, a black eagle with a white head and breast, of a kind I'd never set eyes on, and I didn't know how she might be called.""She was an osprey," said the barman, listening in. "You're talking about Stan Grumman? His daemon was an osprey. A fish eagle.""What happened to him
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Peter Paul Rubens Samson and Delilah
Peter Paul Rubens Samson and DelilahJohn William Godward The Delphic OracleJohn William Godward The Old Old Story
Who's that? Is that William?" the old lady said. "I haven't seen you for over a year. What do you want, dear?"
"I want to come in, please, and bring my mother," he said firmly.
Mrs. Cooper looked at the woman with the untidy hair and the distracted half-smile, and at the boy with the fierce, unhappy knew); and she noticed that Mrs. Parry's clothes smelled slightly musty, as if they'd been too long in the washing machine before drying; and how similar the two of them looked as they sat on the sofa with the evening sun full on their faces, their broad cheekbones, their wide eyes, their straight black brows.
"What is it, William?" the old lady said. "What's the matter?"glare in his eyes, the tight-set lips, the jutting jaw. And then she saw that Mrs. Parry, Will's mother, had put makeup on one eye but not on the other. And she hadn't noticed. And neither had Will. Something was wrong."Well…" she said, and stepped aside to make room in the narrow hall.Will looked up and down the road before closing the door, and Mrs. Cooper saw how tightly Mrs. Parry was clinging to her son's hand, and how tenderly he guided her into the sitting room where the piano was (of course, that was the only room he
Who's that? Is that William?" the old lady said. "I haven't seen you for over a year. What do you want, dear?"
"I want to come in, please, and bring my mother," he said firmly.
Mrs. Cooper looked at the woman with the untidy hair and the distracted half-smile, and at the boy with the fierce, unhappy knew); and she noticed that Mrs. Parry's clothes smelled slightly musty, as if they'd been too long in the washing machine before drying; and how similar the two of them looked as they sat on the sofa with the evening sun full on their faces, their broad cheekbones, their wide eyes, their straight black brows.
"What is it, William?" the old lady said. "What's the matter?"glare in his eyes, the tight-set lips, the jutting jaw. And then she saw that Mrs. Parry, Will's mother, had put makeup on one eye but not on the other. And she hadn't noticed. And neither had Will. Something was wrong."Well…" she said, and stepped aside to make room in the narrow hall.Will looked up and down the road before closing the door, and Mrs. Cooper saw how tightly Mrs. Parry was clinging to her son's hand, and how tenderly he guided her into the sitting room where the piano was (of course, that was the only room he
Monday, February 2, 2009
Thomas Kinkade Abundant Harvest
Thomas Kinkade Abundant HarvestThomas Kinkade A Perfect Red RoseJohn Collier The Water Nymph
Facebook may be a quick and easy way to say “hello,” but it’s starting to feel like a watered-down version of real human connection. Having a laugh with a friend, chatting at a dinner party, taking a hike, sending an email, or picking up the phone and asking “how are you?” are all much more satisfying for my soul.
In the 1990s, I love new technology and I’m always willing to embrace it—if it truly benefits me. But I’m not sure sites like Facebook do. Perhaps I’ll someday look back at this article and laugh at my aversion to Facebook. Then again, maybe I won’t. As far as I can tell, Facebook has no heart; and that’sSeinfeld used to joke about the Cell Phone call on his television show. (It means much less than the call from a landline and never do it if you’re calling to give condolences, as Elaine did!) It was a funny episode then, but with evolving ways of communicating (not everyone even has a landline anymore), the joke is starting to feel quaint. not funny.
Facebook may be a quick and easy way to say “hello,” but it’s starting to feel like a watered-down version of real human connection. Having a laugh with a friend, chatting at a dinner party, taking a hike, sending an email, or picking up the phone and asking “how are you?” are all much more satisfying for my soul.
In the 1990s, I love new technology and I’m always willing to embrace it—if it truly benefits me. But I’m not sure sites like Facebook do. Perhaps I’ll someday look back at this article and laugh at my aversion to Facebook. Then again, maybe I won’t. As far as I can tell, Facebook has no heart; and that’sSeinfeld used to joke about the Cell Phone call on his television show. (It means much less than the call from a landline and never do it if you’re calling to give condolences, as Elaine did!) It was a funny episode then, but with evolving ways of communicating (not everyone even has a landline anymore), the joke is starting to feel quaint. not funny.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Paul Klee The Golden Fish
Paul Klee The Golden FishPaul Klee Insula DulcamaraPaul Klee Fish Magic
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of itself would flicker out like a candle in every one of the billions of worlds where it had burned brightly.
Mary felt the moon standing firm in the middle.
And then she saw what they were doing, at last: she saw what that great urgent purpose was.
They were trying to hold back the Dust flood. They were striving to put some barriers up against the terrible stream: wind, moon, clouds, leaves, grass, all those lovely things were crying out and hurling themselves into the struggle to keep the shadow particles in this universe, which they so enriched.
Matter loved Dust. It didn't want to see it go. That was the meaning of this night, and it was Mary's meaning, too.burden of it keenly. It felt like age. She felt eighty years old, worn out and weary and longing to die.She climbed heavily out of the branches of the great fallen tree, and with the wind still wild in the leaves and the grass and her hair, set off hack to the village.At the summit of the slope she looked for the last time at the Dust stream, with the clouds and the wind blowing across it and the
period
of itself would flicker out like a candle in every one of the billions of worlds where it had burned brightly.
Mary felt the moon standing firm in the middle.
And then she saw what they were doing, at last: she saw what that great urgent purpose was.
They were trying to hold back the Dust flood. They were striving to put some barriers up against the terrible stream: wind, moon, clouds, leaves, grass, all those lovely things were crying out and hurling themselves into the struggle to keep the shadow particles in this universe, which they so enriched.
Matter loved Dust. It didn't want to see it go. That was the meaning of this night, and it was Mary's meaning, too.burden of it keenly. It felt like age. She felt eighty years old, worn out and weary and longing to die.She climbed heavily out of the branches of the great fallen tree, and with the wind still wild in the leaves and the grass and her hair, set off hack to the village.At the summit of the slope she looked for the last time at the Dust stream, with the clouds and the wind blowing across it and the
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