Jack Vettriano DevotionJack Vettriano Devotion IIJack Vettriano Defending Champions
empathetic observer of the adolescent mind; here she applies the same skill over decades, building Alice's character with such clarity and finesse that you come to understand — as you can in novels — why this There is only one kind of novelist left who takes seriously the idea that complicated intellectual ideas can be the basis for an enthralling novelist. In order to write Anathem Stephenson created an entire planet from scratch, a world in which mathematicians live in monastic cloisters, sealed off from the chaos of the secular world, except in times of dire, disastrous need. With this setting at his disposal Stephenson stages a visceral and even moving thriller driven by philosophical and quantum-physical theories about alternate universes. It's a scheme that makes considerable demands on the reader, and returns even greater rewards.
5. Unaccustomed Earth Jhumpa Lahiriwoman makes every decision she makes. If the elusive truths of the Bush Administration turn out to be stranger than fiction, we'll at least know that the fiction inspired by the Bushes can be first-rate
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Leighton A Girl Feeding Peacocks
Leighton A Girl Feeding PeacocksLeighton Mrs James GuthrieRaphael The Ansidei AltarpieceRaphael The Saint Cecilia Altarpiece
always, as the year comes to a close, there is an inevitable rush to produce top 10 lists. Top 10 movies, top 10 books, top 10 . Not content to let Hollywood and the entertainment industry have all the fun, the news staff at magazine have compiled their year-end top 10 list of the scientific breakthroughs that broke through with the potential for lasting impact. These range in scale from protons to planets and include nearly everything in between.Related Stories
of the Year: Reprogramming Cells
As the writers atopening sentence, the breakthrough of the year is "a long-sought feat of cellular alchemy." Whereas the ancient alchemists sought to transmute mundane metals into gold or silver, modern scientific wizards have found ways to convert human skin cells—the base metal—into induced pluripotent stem cell (iPS)—the modern biological equivalent of gold. These iPS cells are capable of growing into a variety of tissues, which could ultimately lead to the capacity
always, as the year comes to a close, there is an inevitable rush to produce top 10 lists. Top 10 movies, top 10 books, top 10 . Not content to let Hollywood and the entertainment industry have all the fun, the news staff at magazine have compiled their year-end top 10 list of the scientific breakthroughs that broke through with the potential for lasting impact. These range in scale from protons to planets and include nearly everything in between.Related Stories
of the Year: Reprogramming Cells
As the writers atopening sentence, the breakthrough of the year is "a long-sought feat of cellular alchemy." Whereas the ancient alchemists sought to transmute mundane metals into gold or silver, modern scientific wizards have found ways to convert human skin cells—the base metal—into induced pluripotent stem cell (iPS)—the modern biological equivalent of gold. These iPS cells are capable of growing into a variety of tissues, which could ultimately lead to the capacity
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Dawson The Queen Mary at Southampton
Dawson The Queen Mary at SouthamptonDawson The TorrensDawson A Cloudy DayDawson A Ship In Stormy Seas
wobble gave him a thrill.He needed only to nurse the Buick out of the gate and three blocks to the street on which he had parked the Acura. From there, the be quick. Within half an hour, the pampered boy would be introduced to Stinky Cheese Man, would understand the horror that he was about to inherit, and would begin his long ordeal as well as his as a media star.If anything went wrong en route, if for the first time chaos failed to serve Corky, he would kill the boy rather than surrender him to anyone. He wouldn’t even use young Manheim as a trade for his own beyond the reach of the headlights, something so strange occurred that Corky cried out in surprise, and when the twin beams revealed the true nature of the obstacle ahead, terror seized him. He jammed his foot down on the brakes so hard that he put the car into a spin. Moloch said that he would blow Fric’s brains out, but Fric had more immediate worries because the itching between his shoulders was real this time, not imaginarysurvival. Cowardice had no place in the valiant lives of those who would [583] usher in the collapse of society and raise a new world from the rubble.“Anyone stops me,” he promised the kid, “I’ll blow your brains out—pop, pop, pop—and make you the biggest object of worldwide mourning since Princess Di.”He made the corner of the house. At some distance to the left lay the reflection pond at the center of the turnaround in front of the mansion. He was still traveling on the tributary driveway, which would join the main drive in fifty or sixty yards.Just
wobble gave him a thrill.He needed only to nurse the Buick out of the gate and three blocks to the street on which he had parked the Acura. From there, the be quick. Within half an hour, the pampered boy would be introduced to Stinky Cheese Man, would understand the horror that he was about to inherit, and would begin his long ordeal as well as his as a media star.If anything went wrong en route, if for the first time chaos failed to serve Corky, he would kill the boy rather than surrender him to anyone. He wouldn’t even use young Manheim as a trade for his own beyond the reach of the headlights, something so strange occurred that Corky cried out in surprise, and when the twin beams revealed the true nature of the obstacle ahead, terror seized him. He jammed his foot down on the brakes so hard that he put the car into a spin. Moloch said that he would blow Fric’s brains out, but Fric had more immediate worries because the itching between his shoulders was real this time, not imaginarysurvival. Cowardice had no place in the valiant lives of those who would [583] usher in the collapse of society and raise a new world from the rubble.“Anyone stops me,” he promised the kid, “I’ll blow your brains out—pop, pop, pop—and make you the biggest object of worldwide mourning since Princess Di.”He made the corner of the house. At some distance to the left lay the reflection pond at the center of the turnaround in front of the mansion. He was still traveling on the tributary driveway, which would join the main drive in fifty or sixty yards.Just
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Rothko Untitled no15 c1949
Rothko Untitled no15 c1949Rothko Untitled no12 Red and YellowRothko Untitled No 18 c1963Rothko Untitled No 11
perhaps far worse, than it had the previous night at the hotel bar in Beverly Hills. Typhon had explicitly required integrity, you say anything, I must tell you that I know I’ve [482] stretched my authority to the snapping point again,” Dunny says, “by approaching Hazard Yancy.”“Not by approaching him, Dunny. By the directness with which you approached him.” Typhon pauses to sip his martini.Dunny starts to explain himself, but the white-haired authority. But in the interest of his client, a guardian such as you must act by indirection. Encourage, inspire, terrify, cajole, advise—”“—and influence events by every means that is sly, slippery, and seductive,” Dunny finishesmensch begs his patience with a raised hand. Blue eyes twinkling merrily, he takes another sip of his martini, and savors it.When he speaks, Typhon first addresses a matter of deportment: “Son, your voice is raised just a tad too loud, and there’s an anxiety in it that’s likely to make you an object of interest among those of our fellow diners who are too curious for their own good.”The clink of flatware and china, the almost-crystal ring of wineglasses lightly knocked caressed rather than pounded, and the murmurconveniently masked Dunny’s and Typhon’s exchanges in the hotel bar.“Sorry,” Dunny says.“It’s admirable that you wish to ensure not only Mr. Truman’s physical survival but also his emotional and psychological well-being. This is within your
perhaps far worse, than it had the previous night at the hotel bar in Beverly Hills. Typhon had explicitly required integrity, you say anything, I must tell you that I know I’ve [482] stretched my authority to the snapping point again,” Dunny says, “by approaching Hazard Yancy.”“Not by approaching him, Dunny. By the directness with which you approached him.” Typhon pauses to sip his martini.Dunny starts to explain himself, but the white-haired authority. But in the interest of his client, a guardian such as you must act by indirection. Encourage, inspire, terrify, cajole, advise—”“—and influence events by every means that is sly, slippery, and seductive,” Dunny finishesmensch begs his patience with a raised hand. Blue eyes twinkling merrily, he takes another sip of his martini, and savors it.When he speaks, Typhon first addresses a matter of deportment: “Son, your voice is raised just a tad too loud, and there’s an anxiety in it that’s likely to make you an object of interest among those of our fellow diners who are too curious for their own good.”The clink of flatware and china, the almost-crystal ring of wineglasses lightly knocked caressed rather than pounded, and the murmurconveniently masked Dunny’s and Typhon’s exchanges in the hotel bar.“Sorry,” Dunny says.“It’s admirable that you wish to ensure not only Mr. Truman’s physical survival but also his emotional and psychological well-being. This is within your
Friday, December 19, 2008
Juan Gris Violin and Guitar painting
Juan Gris Violin and Guitar paintingJuan Gris The Open Window paintingJuan Gris The Guitar painting
Rospo, Fric gathered earthquake lights in a picnic hamper.The mansion and the outlying buildings had been re-engineered for seismic security and retrofitted with structural reinforcements that were supposed to ensure little or no damage even from a two-minute shaker peaking at 8.0 on the Richter scale.Generally, 8.0 was considered to be the kiss-your-ass-good-bye number. Earthquakes that big struck only in movies.If a humungous killer quake knocked out the continue to sprinkle eternally.This backup would be less useful if heretofore unknown volcanoes erupted under Los Angeles and disgorged rivers of molten lava that turned hundreds of square miles into city’s power supply, Palazzo Rospo would be able to rely on gasoline-fueled generators in a subterranean vault that had two-foot-thick, poured-in-place, steel-reinforced walls and ceiling. Following a regional catastrophe, the mansion should remain fully lighted, the computers, the carved-granite fountain of urinating cherubs should
Rospo, Fric gathered earthquake lights in a picnic hamper.The mansion and the outlying buildings had been re-engineered for seismic security and retrofitted with structural reinforcements that were supposed to ensure little or no damage even from a two-minute shaker peaking at 8.0 on the Richter scale.Generally, 8.0 was considered to be the kiss-your-ass-good-bye number. Earthquakes that big struck only in movies.If a humungous killer quake knocked out the continue to sprinkle eternally.This backup would be less useful if heretofore unknown volcanoes erupted under Los Angeles and disgorged rivers of molten lava that turned hundreds of square miles into city’s power supply, Palazzo Rospo would be able to rely on gasoline-fueled generators in a subterranean vault that had two-foot-thick, poured-in-place, steel-reinforced walls and ceiling. Following a regional catastrophe, the mansion should remain fully lighted, the computers, the carved-granite fountain of urinating cherubs should
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Frederic Edwin Church Cotopaxi painting
Frederic Edwin Church Cotopaxi paintingGeorge Frederick Watts Watts Hope paintingAlbert Bierstadt In the Mountains painting
bloody pieces or escaped to Goose Crotch.“Don’t get me wrong, Fric. I’m not saying you invented those calls. In fact, I’m sure you didn’t.”Clenched tightly around the cart handle, Fric’s hands had grown damp. He blotted them on his pants—and realized that he should not have done so. Every crummy, sleazy criminal in the world probably got sweaty palms in the presence of a cop.“I’m sure you didn’t,” Mr. Truman continued, “because last night someone rang me up on one of my private lines, and it didn’t show on the log, either.”Surprised by this news, Fric stopped blotting his hands and said, “You heard from the breather?”“Not the breather, no. Someone else.”“Who?”“Probably a wrong number.”Fric looked at the security chief’s hands. He couldn’t tell whether or not they were sweaty.“Evidently,” Mr. Truman continued, “something’s wrong with the read. He said, “Ghost? What makes you say that?”On the trembling edge of divulging all, Fric remembered that his mother had once been in a booby hatch. She had stayed there only ten days, and she hadn’t been chop-’em-up-with-an-ax crazy or anything as bad as that.Nevertheless, if Fric started babbling about recent freaky events, Mr. Truman
bloody pieces or escaped to Goose Crotch.“Don’t get me wrong, Fric. I’m not saying you invented those calls. In fact, I’m sure you didn’t.”Clenched tightly around the cart handle, Fric’s hands had grown damp. He blotted them on his pants—and realized that he should not have done so. Every crummy, sleazy criminal in the world probably got sweaty palms in the presence of a cop.“I’m sure you didn’t,” Mr. Truman continued, “because last night someone rang me up on one of my private lines, and it didn’t show on the log, either.”Surprised by this news, Fric stopped blotting his hands and said, “You heard from the breather?”“Not the breather, no. Someone else.”“Who?”“Probably a wrong number.”Fric looked at the security chief’s hands. He couldn’t tell whether or not they were sweaty.“Evidently,” Mr. Truman continued, “something’s wrong with the read. He said, “Ghost? What makes you say that?”On the trembling edge of divulging all, Fric remembered that his mother had once been in a booby hatch. She had stayed there only ten days, and she hadn’t been chop-’em-up-with-an-ax crazy or anything as bad as that.Nevertheless, if Fric started babbling about recent freaky events, Mr. Truman
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Juan Gris Violin and Guitar painting
Juan Gris Violin and Guitar paintingJuan Gris The Open Window paintingJuan Gris The Guitar painting
You’re a Satanist,” Corky reminded him.“Idiot.”“Listen, Roman, where exactly are you? How do I get to you from here? We need to do some.”“Stay right where you are.”“I don’t know. I’m getting a little attention to yourself, or I’ll harvest your foreskin.”Roman terminated the call.In the vault of the unknown and penniless dead, Corky hung up the phone.Surveying his shrouded audience, he said, “With all humility, I could teach Channing Manheim a thing or two about acting.”He expected and needed no applause. A perfect performance was its own reward.claustrophobic. This place is beginning to spook me.”“Stay right where you are! I’ll be there in two minutes.”“I just heard something weird. I think one of these corpses might be alive.”[168] “None of them is alive.”“I’m sure this one guy, over toward the corner, just said something.”“Then he said you’re an idiot.”“Maybe you’ve got a live one in here by mistake. I’m really starting to get creeped out.”“Two minutes,” Roman insisted. “You wait right where you are. Don’t come blundering out of there, drawing
You’re a Satanist,” Corky reminded him.“Idiot.”“Listen, Roman, where exactly are you? How do I get to you from here? We need to do some.”“Stay right where you are.”“I don’t know. I’m getting a little attention to yourself, or I’ll harvest your foreskin.”Roman terminated the call.In the vault of the unknown and penniless dead, Corky hung up the phone.Surveying his shrouded audience, he said, “With all humility, I could teach Channing Manheim a thing or two about acting.”He expected and needed no applause. A perfect performance was its own reward.claustrophobic. This place is beginning to spook me.”“Stay right where you are! I’ll be there in two minutes.”“I just heard something weird. I think one of these corpses might be alive.”[168] “None of them is alive.”“I’m sure this one guy, over toward the corner, just said something.”“Then he said you’re an idiot.”“Maybe you’ve got a live one in here by mistake. I’m really starting to get creeped out.”“Two minutes,” Roman insisted. “You wait right where you are. Don’t come blundering out of there, drawing
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Sung Kim Overlook Cafe II painting
Sung Kim Overlook Cafe II paintingSung Kim Overlook Cafe I paintingSung Kim Night Stroll paintingSung Kim Morning Terrace II painting
on the bathroom floor lay two rumpled, damp black towels. Two dry towels still hung on the rack.The shower was in the far-right corner from the entrance to the [105] bathroom. Even if the steam-opaqued glass door had been clear, Ethan couldn’t have seen into that cubicle from any distance.Approaching the stall, he had an image in his mind of the Dunny Whistler whom he expected to encounter. Skin sickly pale where gray, watery sizzle seemed to announce his presence as clearly as if he had triggered an air horn.Nervously, he turned toward the bathroom entrance, expecting some response, but not sure what that might be.Even with the water turned off, steam continued to escape the shower, though in thinner veils, pouring over the top of the glass door and around Ethan.In spite of the moist air, his mouth had gone dry. Pressed togetherimpervious to the pinking effect of hot water. Gray eyes, the whites now pure crimson with hemorrhages.Still holding the gun in his right hand, he gripped the door with his left and, after a hesitation, pulled it open.The stall was unoccupied. Water beat upon the marble floor and swirled down the drain.Leaning into the stall, he reached behind the cascade, to the single control, and turned off the flow.The sudden silence in the wake of the , tongue
on the bathroom floor lay two rumpled, damp black towels. Two dry towels still hung on the rack.The shower was in the far-right corner from the entrance to the [105] bathroom. Even if the steam-opaqued glass door had been clear, Ethan couldn’t have seen into that cubicle from any distance.Approaching the stall, he had an image in his mind of the Dunny Whistler whom he expected to encounter. Skin sickly pale where gray, watery sizzle seemed to announce his presence as clearly as if he had triggered an air horn.Nervously, he turned toward the bathroom entrance, expecting some response, but not sure what that might be.Even with the water turned off, steam continued to escape the shower, though in thinner veils, pouring over the top of the glass door and around Ethan.In spite of the moist air, his mouth had gone dry. Pressed togetherimpervious to the pinking effect of hot water. Gray eyes, the whites now pure crimson with hemorrhages.Still holding the gun in his right hand, he gripped the door with his left and, after a hesitation, pulled it open.The stall was unoccupied. Water beat upon the marble floor and swirled down the drain.Leaning into the stall, he reached behind the cascade, to the single control, and turned off the flow.The sudden silence in the wake of the , tongue
Thomas Kinkade London At Sunset painting
Thomas Kinkade London At Sunset paintingThomas Kinkade Hometown Pride paintingThomas Kinkade HOMETOWN EVENING paintingThomas Kinkade Boston Celebration painting
worked out of the Detective Support Division. Only once before in the past year had he presumed upon their friendship in this way.“Got your pervert,” Laura said.“Suspected pervert,” he corrected.“The three-like sex male. I don’t [11] get enough sex male. Height six-one, weight one-eighty. DOB—June sixth, nineteen seventy-two, which makes him thirty-one.”Ethan had it all on a notepad. “Thanks, Laura. I owe you one.”“So then tell me—how big’s his charlie?”“Isn’t that in the DMV file?”“I don’t mean Rolf’s charlie. I mean Manheim’s. Does it hang to his ankles or just to his knees?”“I’ve never seen his charlie, but he doesn’t seem to have any trouble walking.”“Cookieyear-old Honda is registered to Rolf Herman Reynerd in West Hollywood.” She spelled each name and gave him an address.“What kind of parents Rolf a kid?”Laura knew all about names. “It’s not so bad. Nicely masculine, in fact. In Old German, it means ‘famous wolf.’ Ethan, of course, means ‘permanent, assured.’ ”Two years ago, they’d dated. For Laura, Ethan had been anything but permanent, assured. She’d have liked permanence, some assurance. He had been too wounded to provide what she wanted. Or too stupid.“Looked him up for a rap sheet,” Laura said, “but he’s clean. DMV says ‘hair brown, eyes blue.’ Says ‘sex male.’ I , maybe you can introduce us sometime.”
worked out of the Detective Support Division. Only once before in the past year had he presumed upon their friendship in this way.“Got your pervert,” Laura said.“Suspected pervert,” he corrected.“The three-like sex male. I don’t [11] get enough sex male. Height six-one, weight one-eighty. DOB—June sixth, nineteen seventy-two, which makes him thirty-one.”Ethan had it all on a notepad. “Thanks, Laura. I owe you one.”“So then tell me—how big’s his charlie?”“Isn’t that in the DMV file?”“I don’t mean Rolf’s charlie. I mean Manheim’s. Does it hang to his ankles or just to his knees?”“I’ve never seen his charlie, but he doesn’t seem to have any trouble walking.”“Cookieyear-old Honda is registered to Rolf Herman Reynerd in West Hollywood.” She spelled each name and gave him an address.“What kind of parents Rolf a kid?”Laura knew all about names. “It’s not so bad. Nicely masculine, in fact. In Old German, it means ‘famous wolf.’ Ethan, of course, means ‘permanent, assured.’ ”Two years ago, they’d dated. For Laura, Ethan had been anything but permanent, assured. She’d have liked permanence, some assurance. He had been too wounded to provide what she wanted. Or too stupid.“Looked him up for a rap sheet,” Laura said, “but he’s clean. DMV says ‘hair brown, eyes blue.’ Says ‘sex male.’ I , maybe you can introduce us sometime.”
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Camille Pissarro Louveciennes The Road to Versailles painting
Camille Pissarro Louveciennes The Road to Versailles paintingCamille Pissarro Landscape at Chaponval paintingCamille Pissarro Haymakers Resting paintingCamille Pissarro Bather in the Woods painting
was afraid for you, Frodo,' he said, coming forward. `If Aragorn is right and Orcs are near, then none of us should wander alone, and you least of all: so much depends on you. And my heart too is heavy. May I stay now and talk for a while, since I have found you? It would comfort me. Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.'`You are kind,' answered Frodo. 'But I do not think that any speech will helpgive, Boromir,' said Frodo. 'And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning of my heart.'`Warning? Warning against what? ' said Boromir sharply.'Against delay. Against the way that seems easier. Against refusal of the burden that is laid on me. Against-well, if it must be said, against trust in the strength and truth of Men.' me. For I know what I should do, but I am afraid of doing it, Boromir: afraid.'Boromir stood silent. Rauros roared endlessly on. The wind murmured in the branches of the trees. Frodo shivered.Suddenly Boromir came and sat beside him. `Are you sure that you do not suffer needlessly? ' he said. `I wish to help you. You need counsel in your hard choice. Will you not take mine? ''I think I know already what counsel you would
was afraid for you, Frodo,' he said, coming forward. `If Aragorn is right and Orcs are near, then none of us should wander alone, and you least of all: so much depends on you. And my heart too is heavy. May I stay now and talk for a while, since I have found you? It would comfort me. Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.'`You are kind,' answered Frodo. 'But I do not think that any speech will helpgive, Boromir,' said Frodo. 'And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning of my heart.'`Warning? Warning against what? ' said Boromir sharply.'Against delay. Against the way that seems easier. Against refusal of the burden that is laid on me. Against-well, if it must be said, against trust in the strength and truth of Men.' me. For I know what I should do, but I am afraid of doing it, Boromir: afraid.'Boromir stood silent. Rauros roared endlessly on. The wind murmured in the branches of the trees. Frodo shivered.Suddenly Boromir came and sat beside him. `Are you sure that you do not suffer needlessly? ' he said. `I wish to help you. You need counsel in your hard choice. Will you not take mine? ''I think I know already what counsel you would
Friday, December 5, 2008
Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovsky The Ninth Wave painting
Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovsky The Ninth Wave paintingFrank Dicksee Romeo and Juliet painting
breathing painful.'You take after Bilbo,' said Gandalf. `There is more about you than meets the eye, as I said of him long ago.' Frodo wondered if the remark meant more than it said.They now went on again. Before long Gimli spoke. He had keen eyes in the dark. `I think,' he said, `that there is a light ahead. But it is not daylight. It is red. What can it be? '`Ghâsh!' muttered Gandalf. `I wonder if that is what they meant: that the lower levels are on fire? Still
Pierre Auguste Renoir A Girl with a Watering Can paintingPierre Auguste Renoir La Loge painting
And now what about you, Frodo? There was not time to say so, but I have never been more delighted in my than when you spoke. I feared that it was a brave but dead hobbit that Aragorn was carrying.'`What about me? ' said Frodo. 'I am alive, and whole I think. I am bruised and in pain, but it is not too bad.'`Well,' said Aragorn, `I can only say that hobbits are made of a stuff so tough that I have never met the like of it. Had I known, I would have spoken softer in the Inn at Bree! That spear-thrust would have skewered a wild boar! ''Well, it did not skewer me, I am glad to say,' said Frodo; `though I feel as if I had been caught between a hammer and an anvil.' He said no more. He found , we can only go on.'Soon the light became unmistakable, and could be seen by all. It was flickering and glowing on the walls away down the passage before them. They could now see their way: in front the road sloped down swiftly, and some way ahead there stood a low archway; through it the glowing light came. The air became very hot.
breathing painful.'You take after Bilbo,' said Gandalf. `There is more about you than meets the eye, as I said of him long ago.' Frodo wondered if the remark meant more than it said.They now went on again. Before long Gimli spoke. He had keen eyes in the dark. `I think,' he said, `that there is a light ahead. But it is not daylight. It is red. What can it be? '`Ghâsh!' muttered Gandalf. `I wonder if that is what they meant: that the lower levels are on fire? Still
Pierre Auguste Renoir A Girl with a Watering Can paintingPierre Auguste Renoir La Loge painting
And now what about you, Frodo? There was not time to say so, but I have never been more delighted in my than when you spoke. I feared that it was a brave but dead hobbit that Aragorn was carrying.'`What about me? ' said Frodo. 'I am alive, and whole I think. I am bruised and in pain, but it is not too bad.'`Well,' said Aragorn, `I can only say that hobbits are made of a stuff so tough that I have never met the like of it. Had I known, I would have spoken softer in the Inn at Bree! That spear-thrust would have skewered a wild boar! ''Well, it did not skewer me, I am glad to say,' said Frodo; `though I feel as if I had been caught between a hammer and an anvil.' He said no more. He found , we can only go on.'Soon the light became unmistakable, and could be seen by all. It was flickering and glowing on the walls away down the passage before them. They could now see their way: in front the road sloped down swiftly, and some way ahead there stood a low archway; through it the glowing light came. The air became very hot.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Peder Severin Kroyer paintings
Peder Severin Kroyer paintingsPeter Paul Rubens paintings
'And that message brought me hope. For Saruman the White is the greatest of my order. Radagast is, of course, a worthy Wizard, a master of shapes and changes of hue; and he has much lore of herbs and beasts, and birds are especially his friends. But Saruman has long studied the arts of the Enemy himself, and thus we have often been able to forestall him. It was by the devices of Saruman that we drove him from Dol Guldur. It might be that he had found some weapons that would drive back the Nine.' "I will go to Saruman," I said. bring news of anything that bears on this matter to Saruman and Gandalf. Let messages be sent to Orthanc."` "I will do that," he said, and rode off as if the Nine were after him.`I could not follow him then and there. I had ridden very far already that day, and I was as weary as my horse; and I needed to consider matters. I stayed the night in Bree, and decided that I had no time
Robert Williams paintingsRobert Duval paintings
Then you must go now," said Radagast; "for I have wasted time in looking for you, and the days are running short. I was told to find you before Midsummer, and that is now here. Even if you set out from this spot, you will hardly reach him before the Nine discover the land that they seek. I myself shall turn back at once." And with that he mounted and would have ridden straight off.` "Stay a moment! " I said. "We shall need your help, and the help of all things that will give it. Send out messages to all the beasts and birds that are your friends. Tell them to
'And that message brought me hope. For Saruman the White is the greatest of my order. Radagast is, of course, a worthy Wizard, a master of shapes and changes of hue; and he has much lore of herbs and beasts, and birds are especially his friends. But Saruman has long studied the arts of the Enemy himself, and thus we have often been able to forestall him. It was by the devices of Saruman that we drove him from Dol Guldur. It might be that he had found some weapons that would drive back the Nine.' "I will go to Saruman," I said. bring news of anything that bears on this matter to Saruman and Gandalf. Let messages be sent to Orthanc."` "I will do that," he said, and rode off as if the Nine were after him.`I could not follow him then and there. I had ridden very far already that day, and I was as weary as my horse; and I needed to consider matters. I stayed the night in Bree, and decided that I had no time
Robert Williams paintingsRobert Duval paintings
Then you must go now," said Radagast; "for I have wasted time in looking for you, and the days are running short. I was told to find you before Midsummer, and that is now here. Even if you set out from this spot, you will hardly reach him before the Nine discover the land that they seek. I myself shall turn back at once." And with that he mounted and would have ridden straight off.` "Stay a moment! " I said. "We shall need your help, and the help of all things that will give it. Send out messages to all the beasts and birds that are your friends. Tell them to
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
jasper johns Target
jasper johns TargetLady on a Balcony by Albert EdelfeltBoats in Harbour by Albert EdelfeltMonet Lane In The Poppy Fields
late. 'I am afraid he is out. He said something about going for a breath of air.''Well, you do want looking after and no mistake: your ' said Butterbur. 'I must go and bar the doors quick, but I'll see your friend is let in when he comes. I'd better send Nob to look for him. Good night to you all!' At last Mr. Butterbur went out, with at latest. I will return as soon as I can; and I will follow you, if I find that you are gone. Leave a message for me here, if you pass through Bree. You can trust the landlord (Butterbur). You may meet a friend of mine on the Road: a Man, lean, dark, tall, by some called Strider. He knows and will help you. Make for Rivendell. There I hope we may meet again. If I do not come, Elrond will advise you.Yours in hasteGANDALF. another doubtful look at Strider and a shake of his head. His footsteps retreated down the passage.'Well?' said Strider. 'When are you going to open that letter?' Frodo looked carefully at the seal before he broke it. It seemed certainly to be Gandalf's. Inside, written in the wizard's strong but graceful script, was the following message:THE PRANCING PONY, BREE. Midyear's Day, Shire Year, 1418.Dear Frodo,Bad news has reached me here. I must go off at once. You had better leave Bag End soon, and get out of the Shire before the end of July
late. 'I am afraid he is out. He said something about going for a breath of air.''Well, you do want looking after and no mistake: your ' said Butterbur. 'I must go and bar the doors quick, but I'll see your friend is let in when he comes. I'd better send Nob to look for him. Good night to you all!' At last Mr. Butterbur went out, with at latest. I will return as soon as I can; and I will follow you, if I find that you are gone. Leave a message for me here, if you pass through Bree. You can trust the landlord (Butterbur). You may meet a friend of mine on the Road: a Man, lean, dark, tall, by some called Strider. He knows and will help you. Make for Rivendell. There I hope we may meet again. If I do not come, Elrond will advise you.Yours in hasteGANDALF. another doubtful look at Strider and a shake of his head. His footsteps retreated down the passage.'Well?' said Strider. 'When are you going to open that letter?' Frodo looked carefully at the seal before he broke it. It seemed certainly to be Gandalf's. Inside, written in the wizard's strong but graceful script, was the following message:THE PRANCING PONY, BREE. Midyear's Day, Shire Year, 1418.Dear Frodo,Bad news has reached me here. I must go off at once. You had better leave Bag End soon, and get out of the Shire before the end of July
Monday, December 1, 2008
Pissarro Postkutsche von Louveciennes 1870
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heal my heart and drown my woe.Rain may fall and wind may blow,And many miles be still to go,But under a tall tree I will lie,And let the clouds go sailing by.Ho! Ho! Ho! they began again louder. They stopped short suddenly. Frodo sprang to his feet. A long-drawn wail came down the wind, like the cry of some evil and lonely creature. It rose and fell, and ended on a high piercing note. Even as they sat and stood, as if suddenly frozen, it was answered by another cry, fainter and further off, but no less chilling to the blood. There was then a thinking of the Riders, but no one spoke of them. They were now reluctant either to stay or go on; but sooner or later they had got to get across the open country to the Ferry, and it was best to go sooner and in daylight. In a few moments they had shouldered silence, broken only by the sound of the wind in the leaves.‘And what do you think that was?’ Pippin asked at last, trying to speak lightly, but quavering a little. ‘If it was a bird, it was one that I never heard in the Shire before.’‘It was not bird or beast,’ said Frodo. ‘It was a call, or a signal – there were words in that cry, though I could not catch them. But no hobbit has such a voice.’No more was said about it. They were all
heal my heart and drown my woe.Rain may fall and wind may blow,And many miles be still to go,But under a tall tree I will lie,And let the clouds go sailing by.Ho! Ho! Ho! they began again louder. They stopped short suddenly. Frodo sprang to his feet. A long-drawn wail came down the wind, like the cry of some evil and lonely creature. It rose and fell, and ended on a high piercing note. Even as they sat and stood, as if suddenly frozen, it was answered by another cry, fainter and further off, but no less chilling to the blood. There was then a thinking of the Riders, but no one spoke of them. They were now reluctant either to stay or go on; but sooner or later they had got to get across the open country to the Ferry, and it was best to go sooner and in daylight. In a few moments they had shouldered silence, broken only by the sound of the wind in the leaves.‘And what do you think that was?’ Pippin asked at last, trying to speak lightly, but quavering a little. ‘If it was a bird, it was one that I never heard in the Shire before.’‘It was not bird or beast,’ said Frodo. ‘It was a call, or a signal – there were words in that cry, though I could not catch them. But no hobbit has such a voice.’No more was said about it. They were all
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