Jack Vettriano Zara Philips by RankinJack Vettriano You Can't Come To This Party!Jack Vettriano Yesterday's Dreams
What are you talking about?" "We're in the Horsehead Nebula. One whole vast dark cloud." "And I was meant to recognize that from a blank screen?" "Inside a dark nebula is the only place in the Galaxy you'd see a dark screen." "Very good." Zaphod laughed. He was clearly very excited about something, almost childishly so. "Hey, this is really terrific, this is just far too much!" "What's so great about being stuck in a dust cloud?" said Ford. "What would you reckon to find here?" urged Zaphod. "Nothing." "No stars? No planets?" "No." Zaphod, "rotate angle of vision through one- eighty degrees and don't talk about it!" For a moment it seemed that nothing was happening, then a brightness glowed at the edge of the huge screen. A red star the size of a small plate crept across it followed quickly by another one - a binary system. Then a vast crescent sliced into the corner of the picture - a red glare shading away into the deep black, the night side of the planet. "I've found it!" cried Zaphod, thumping the console. "I've found it!" Ford stared at it in astonishment. "What is it?" he said. "That ..." said Zaphod, "is the most improbable planet that ever existed."
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Mantegna Noli me tangere
Mantegna Noli me tangerePerrault A Water NymphWatts Ariadne on the Island of NaxosPerrault Love and Innocence
Caption: Artist's rendition of a hypervelocity star leaving a galaxy. Credit: Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics
9. Black HolesSpeaking of black holes, what could be stranger?
Beyond a black hole's gravitational border -- or event horizon -- neither matter nor light can escape. Astrophysicists think dying stars about three to 20 times the mass of the sun can form these strange objects. At the center of galaxies, black holes about 10,000 to 18 billion times heavier than the sun are thought to exist, enlarged by gobbling up gas, dust, stars and small black holes.
What about mid-sized types? Perhaps surprisingly, evidence is both scarce and questionable for their existence.
Caption: Conception of a black hole pulling gas off of a nearby star. Credit: ESA/NASA
Caption: Artist's rendition of a hypervelocity star leaving a galaxy. Credit: Harvard-Smithsonian Center for Astrophysics
9. Black HolesSpeaking of black holes, what could be stranger?
Beyond a black hole's gravitational border -- or event horizon -- neither matter nor light can escape. Astrophysicists think dying stars about three to 20 times the mass of the sun can form these strange objects. At the center of galaxies, black holes about 10,000 to 18 billion times heavier than the sun are thought to exist, enlarged by gobbling up gas, dust, stars and small black holes.
What about mid-sized types? Perhaps surprisingly, evidence is both scarce and questionable for their existence.
Caption: Conception of a black hole pulling gas off of a nearby star. Credit: ESA/NASA
Friday, December 26, 2008
Machado Gala Entree Amis
Machado Gala Entree AmisMachado Femme au Robe RougeMachado Femme Au Robe Orange
Arthur grabbed hold of it and tried to stop his hands shaking. He pressed the entry for the relevant page. The screen flashed and swirled and resolved into a page of print. Arthur stared at it. "It doesn't have an entry!" he burst out. Ford looked over his shoulder. "Yes it does," he said, "down there, see at the bottom of the screen, just under Eccentrica Gallumbits, of space in the book's microprocessors," he said, "and no one knew much about the Earth of course." "Well for God's sake I hope you managed to rectify that a bit." "Oh yes, well I managed to transmit a new entry off to the editor. He had to trim it a bit, but it's still an improvement." "And what does it say now?" asked Arthur. "Mostly harmless," admitted Ford with a slightly embarrassed cough. "Mostly harmless!" shouted Arthur. "What was that noise?" hissed Ford. "It was me shouting," shouted Arthur.the triple-breasted whore of Eroticon 6." Arthur followed Ford's finger, and saw where it was pointing. For a moment it still didn't register, then his mind nearly blew up. "What? Harmless? Is that all it's got to say? Harmless! One word!" Ford shrugged. "Well, there are a hundred billion stars in the Galaxy, and only a limited amount
Arthur grabbed hold of it and tried to stop his hands shaking. He pressed the entry for the relevant page. The screen flashed and swirled and resolved into a page of print. Arthur stared at it. "It doesn't have an entry!" he burst out. Ford looked over his shoulder. "Yes it does," he said, "down there, see at the bottom of the screen, just under Eccentrica Gallumbits, of space in the book's microprocessors," he said, "and no one knew much about the Earth of course." "Well for God's sake I hope you managed to rectify that a bit." "Oh yes, well I managed to transmit a new entry off to the editor. He had to trim it a bit, but it's still an improvement." "And what does it say now?" asked Arthur. "Mostly harmless," admitted Ford with a slightly embarrassed cough. "Mostly harmless!" shouted Arthur. "What was that noise?" hissed Ford. "It was me shouting," shouted Arthur.the triple-breasted whore of Eroticon 6." Arthur followed Ford's finger, and saw where it was pointing. For a moment it still didn't register, then his mind nearly blew up. "What? Harmless? Is that all it's got to say? Harmless! One word!" Ford shrugged. "Well, there are a hundred billion stars in the Galaxy, and only a limited amount
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Kandinsky Black Strokes
Kandinsky Black StrokesKandinsky Picture with a Black ArchKandinsky Murnau-View with Railroad and CastleVan Gogh Cottage with Woman Digging
obsessively ordered as the Lalique-crystal collection in the living room.Hazard selected a claw hammer and raced back upstairs, glad the thing with which to wipe his fingerprints off the hammer before he dropped it on the floor.This was a back bedroom only in the sense that it was farthest from the stairs. Like the master bedroom, it faced the front of the house. Through the window, he could see his sedan parked across the street.Returning to the bed, Hazard said, “I came in here on a hunch, without a warrant, and now I’ve got to clean up the situation to save my ass and to be sure we nail Laputa. You understand?”“Yes,” Dalton rasped.that he had turned on so many lights when he’d first come into the house.He was relieved to see that the prisoner was still alive. Dalton [553] appeared to be on the trembling edge of expiration, as if he might slip away at any moment.Hazard put his gun on the floor and used the claw hammer to pry nails from one of the thick sheets of particle board with which Laputa had sealed off the windows. They were three-inch spikes and pulled loose reluctantly, with bark and screech. He tore the board away from the window and stood it aside, against the wall.The pleated drape had been captured between board and window. Although wrinkled and dusty, it was just
obsessively ordered as the Lalique-crystal collection in the living room.Hazard selected a claw hammer and raced back upstairs, glad the thing with which to wipe his fingerprints off the hammer before he dropped it on the floor.This was a back bedroom only in the sense that it was farthest from the stairs. Like the master bedroom, it faced the front of the house. Through the window, he could see his sedan parked across the street.Returning to the bed, Hazard said, “I came in here on a hunch, without a warrant, and now I’ve got to clean up the situation to save my ass and to be sure we nail Laputa. You understand?”“Yes,” Dalton rasped.that he had turned on so many lights when he’d first come into the house.He was relieved to see that the prisoner was still alive. Dalton [553] appeared to be on the trembling edge of expiration, as if he might slip away at any moment.Hazard put his gun on the floor and used the claw hammer to pry nails from one of the thick sheets of particle board with which Laputa had sealed off the windows. They were three-inch spikes and pulled loose reluctantly, with bark and screech. He tore the board away from the window and stood it aside, against the wall.The pleated drape had been captured between board and window. Although wrinkled and dusty, it was just
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Blum Exotic Floral I
Blum Exotic Floral IBlum Esprit Narcissus and OrchidBlum Espirit OrchidBlum Day Lily Garden
We’re going to try hard,” Hazard assured her, speaking for the department, hoping that what he said would not prove to be a lie.After he crossed the threshold and stepped onto the front porch, he turned to Rachel Dalton, in the doorway. “The next grown lonely in my bed.”“Good Lord,” Hazard said.[462] “Ruthlessness, Detective Yancy, is no less a quality of the average university academic than of the average member of a street gang. It’s just expressed differently. The day of the genteel scholar in his ivory tower, interested only in art and truth, is long gone.”“Recently I’ve begun to suspect as much,” he told her, though he would never reveal that, for want of a better candidate, her husband had risen to the top of his list of suspects in the matter of the threat to Channing Manheim.He found it difficult to believe that a woman like Rachel and a girl name on my list is a colleague of your husband’s, from the English Department. Maybe you know him. Vladimir Laputa.”As sadness did not diminish Rachel’s loveliness, neither did anger. “Among all those hyenas, he’s the worst. Max despised ... despises him. Six weeks ago, Mr. Laputa paid me a visit, to express his sympathy and concern that there’d been no news of Max. I swear ... the weasel was feeling me out to see if I’d
We’re going to try hard,” Hazard assured her, speaking for the department, hoping that what he said would not prove to be a lie.After he crossed the threshold and stepped onto the front porch, he turned to Rachel Dalton, in the doorway. “The next grown lonely in my bed.”“Good Lord,” Hazard said.[462] “Ruthlessness, Detective Yancy, is no less a quality of the average university academic than of the average member of a street gang. It’s just expressed differently. The day of the genteel scholar in his ivory tower, interested only in art and truth, is long gone.”“Recently I’ve begun to suspect as much,” he told her, though he would never reveal that, for want of a better candidate, her husband had risen to the top of his list of suspects in the matter of the threat to Channing Manheim.He found it difficult to believe that a woman like Rachel and a girl name on my list is a colleague of your husband’s, from the English Department. Maybe you know him. Vladimir Laputa.”As sadness did not diminish Rachel’s loveliness, neither did anger. “Among all those hyenas, he’s the worst. Max despised ... despises him. Six weeks ago, Mr. Laputa paid me a visit, to express his sympathy and concern that there’d been no news of Max. I swear ... the weasel was feeling me out to see if I’d
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Claude Monet The Seine At Argenteuil painting
Claude Monet The Seine At Argenteuil paintingClaude Monet The Picnic paintingClaude Monet Sunset painting
murderous professor depicted in its pages.“When’s he back on the job?” Ethan asked.“His wife says he can’t even keep chicken soup of those vamps in the old movies, like Theda Bara or Jean Harlow. The file is strictly on Kesselman’s desk, along with other active cases.”“So even after Christmas, he might not get to it first thing.”Hazard stared at the concrete wall beyond the windshield, as if stocking a menagerie of his own. Maybe he saw gazelles and kangaroos. More likely, he could not avoid seeing battered children, strangled women, the bodies of men torn by gunfire.on his stomach. Looks like we won’t see him till after Christmas.”“Anybody partners with him?”“Right at the start, Glo Williams had a piece of it, but the case went cold fast, and he stepped out.”“Get him back in?”“He’s on the rape-and-chop of that eleven-year-old girl that’s all over the news, no time for anything else.”“Man, the world gets sicker by the week.”“By the hour. Otherwise, we’d be unemployed. They call Mina Reynerd’s case Vamp and the Lamp ’cause in pictures of her when she was younger, she looked like one
murderous professor depicted in its pages.“When’s he back on the job?” Ethan asked.“His wife says he can’t even keep chicken soup of those vamps in the old movies, like Theda Bara or Jean Harlow. The file is strictly on Kesselman’s desk, along with other active cases.”“So even after Christmas, he might not get to it first thing.”Hazard stared at the concrete wall beyond the windshield, as if stocking a menagerie of his own. Maybe he saw gazelles and kangaroos. More likely, he could not avoid seeing battered children, strangled women, the bodies of men torn by gunfire.on his stomach. Looks like we won’t see him till after Christmas.”“Anybody partners with him?”“Right at the start, Glo Williams had a piece of it, but the case went cold fast, and he stepped out.”“Get him back in?”“He’s on the rape-and-chop of that eleven-year-old girl that’s all over the news, no time for anything else.”“Man, the world gets sicker by the week.”“By the hour. Otherwise, we’d be unemployed. They call Mina Reynerd’s case Vamp and the Lamp ’cause in pictures of her when she was younger, she looked like one
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Henri Matisse Goldfish painting
Henri Matisse Goldfish paintingMichael Austin Red Dress paintingEdvard Munch The Scream painting
had the impression that he’d passed out for lack of air, which meant a terrible asthma attack. When he tried to breathe, however, he experienced no an ice-dancer’s grace.He spied no flying freak, but saw everywhere the guardian fathers in full color, in duochromatic schemes, in black-and-white. They advanced, they receded, they encircled, they loomed.Paper fathers, all of them.A daredevil of modest ambition, he got to his feet and stood for a moment as if he were balancing on a high wire.difficulty.Often these enormous father faces wore noble expressions, expressions of fearless determination, of squint-eyed ferocity, but some smiled. One winked. One laughed soundlessly. A few gazed fondly or dreamily not at Fric but at famous women with equally huge heads.As his mind turned at a steadily slower speed, toward stability, Fric abruptly remembered the man who had come out of the mirror. He sat straight up on the attic floor.[287] For a moment, his slowly spinning mind spun faster.The urge to puke overcame him. He successfully resisted it and felt semiheroic.Fric dared to tip his head back to scan the rafters for the wingless phantom. He expected a glimpse or more of a gray wool suit in flight, black wing-tip shoes skating across the air with
had the impression that he’d passed out for lack of air, which meant a terrible asthma attack. When he tried to breathe, however, he experienced no an ice-dancer’s grace.He spied no flying freak, but saw everywhere the guardian fathers in full color, in duochromatic schemes, in black-and-white. They advanced, they receded, they encircled, they loomed.Paper fathers, all of them.A daredevil of modest ambition, he got to his feet and stood for a moment as if he were balancing on a high wire.difficulty.Often these enormous father faces wore noble expressions, expressions of fearless determination, of squint-eyed ferocity, but some smiled. One winked. One laughed soundlessly. A few gazed fondly or dreamily not at Fric but at famous women with equally huge heads.As his mind turned at a steadily slower speed, toward stability, Fric abruptly remembered the man who had come out of the mirror. He sat straight up on the attic floor.[287] For a moment, his slowly spinning mind spun faster.The urge to puke overcame him. He successfully resisted it and felt semiheroic.Fric dared to tip his head back to scan the rafters for the wingless phantom. He expected a glimpse or more of a gray wool suit in flight, black wing-tip shoes skating across the air with
Friday, December 12, 2008
Gustav Klimt two girls with an oleander painting
Gustav Klimt two girls with an oleander paintingGustav Klimt Fir Forest paintingRaphael Deposition of Christ painting
For one thing, Reynerd was sitting on his sofa between two bags of potato chips. Turns out he kept a loaded piece in each bag.”“Yet when the shooter rang the bell, Reynerd answered the door unarmed.”“Maybe ’cause he figured I was the true threat, and already through the door. My point is you were right about the potato chips.”“Like I told you, amore incense, exhaled inhibition, and told Hazard about being shot in the gut by Reynerd, opening his eyes to discover he wasn’t shot after all, and in the absence of a wound, nevertheless finding blood under his fingernails.Throughout all this, Hazard’s eyes neither swam out of focus nor shifted toward some far point of the church, as they would have done if he’d decided that Ethan was either jiving or psychotic. Only when Ethan finished did Hazard look down at his folded hands again neighbor said he was paranoid, kept a pistol close to him, stashed it in odd places like that.”“The talky neighbor—that’s bullshit,” Hazard said. “There was no talky neighbor. You knew some other way.”They were at a crossroads of trust and suspicion. Unless Ethan spilled more than he had revealed thus far, Hazard wasn’t going to follow him one step farther. Their friendship would not be finished, but without greater disclosure, it would never be the same.“You’re gonna think I’m mental,” Ethan said.“Already do.”Ethan inhaled .
For one thing, Reynerd was sitting on his sofa between two bags of potato chips. Turns out he kept a loaded piece in each bag.”“Yet when the shooter rang the bell, Reynerd answered the door unarmed.”“Maybe ’cause he figured I was the true threat, and already through the door. My point is you were right about the potato chips.”“Like I told you, amore incense, exhaled inhibition, and told Hazard about being shot in the gut by Reynerd, opening his eyes to discover he wasn’t shot after all, and in the absence of a wound, nevertheless finding blood under his fingernails.Throughout all this, Hazard’s eyes neither swam out of focus nor shifted toward some far point of the church, as they would have done if he’d decided that Ethan was either jiving or psychotic. Only when Ethan finished did Hazard look down at his folded hands again neighbor said he was paranoid, kept a pistol close to him, stashed it in odd places like that.”“The talky neighbor—that’s bullshit,” Hazard said. “There was no talky neighbor. You knew some other way.”They were at a crossroads of trust and suspicion. Unless Ethan spilled more than he had revealed thus far, Hazard wasn’t going to follow him one step farther. Their friendship would not be finished, but without greater disclosure, it would never be the same.“You’re gonna think I’m mental,” Ethan said.“Already do.”Ethan inhaled .
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper painting
Leonardo da Vinci The Last Supper paintingRembrandt Christ and the Woman Taken in Adultery paintingRembrandt The Holy Family with Angels paintingRembrandt Hendrickje Bathing in a River painting
Telephones were located at both the exterior and the interior control stations. When they rang with his personal tone, the sound startled him. He seldom received calls.Twenty-four phone lines served the estate. Two of these were dedicated to the security system, another to the off-site monitoring of the hotel-type house didn’t require those three lines. When Mrs. McBee had to plan and execute a party for four or five hundred Hollywood nitwits, however, three telephones were not always sufficient to deal with the event designer, the food caterer, the florist, the talent hookers, and the uncountable other mysterious agencies and forces that she had to marshal heating and air-conditioning system. Two were fax lines, and two were dedicated Internet lines.[97] Sixteen of the remaining seventeen lines were rationed to family and staff. Line 24 had a higher purpose.Fric’s father enjoyed the use of four lines because everyone in the world—once even the President of the United States—wanted to talk to him. Calls for Charming—or Chan or Channi, or even (in the case of one infatuated actress) Chi-Chi—often came in even when he wasn’t in residence.Mrs. McBee had four lines, although this didn’t mean, as the Ghost Dad sometimes joked, that Mrs. McBee should start to think that she was as important as her boss.Ha, ha, ha.One of those four lines served Mr. and Mrs. McBee’s apartment. The other three were her
Telephones were located at both the exterior and the interior control stations. When they rang with his personal tone, the sound startled him. He seldom received calls.Twenty-four phone lines served the estate. Two of these were dedicated to the security system, another to the off-site monitoring of the hotel-type house didn’t require those three lines. When Mrs. McBee had to plan and execute a party for four or five hundred Hollywood nitwits, however, three telephones were not always sufficient to deal with the event designer, the food caterer, the florist, the talent hookers, and the uncountable other mysterious agencies and forces that she had to marshal heating and air-conditioning system. Two were fax lines, and two were dedicated Internet lines.[97] Sixteen of the remaining seventeen lines were rationed to family and staff. Line 24 had a higher purpose.Fric’s father enjoyed the use of four lines because everyone in the world—once even the President of the United States—wanted to talk to him. Calls for Charming—or Chan or Channi, or even (in the case of one infatuated actress) Chi-Chi—often came in even when he wasn’t in residence.Mrs. McBee had four lines, although this didn’t mean, as the Ghost Dad sometimes joked, that Mrs. McBee should start to think that she was as important as her boss.Ha, ha, ha.One of those four lines served Mr. and Mrs. McBee’s apartment. The other three were her
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Unknown Artist warmth by volk painting
Unknown Artist warmth by volk paintingUnknown Artist James Wiens Birch Silhouette I paintingPablo Picasso the dog paintingPablo Picasso the dog vertical painting
Marshes and the Noman-lands to Cirith Gorgor and the black gates of Mordor.'Boromir, and any that go with him seeking Minas Tirith, will do well to leave the Great River above Rauros and cross the Entwash before it finds the marshes. Yet they should not go too far up that stream, nor risk becoming entangled in the Forest of messenger, I passed through the Gap by the skirts of the White Mountains, and crossed the Isen and the Greyflood into Northerland. A long and wearisome journey. Four hundred leagues I reckoned it, and it took me many months; for I lost my horse at Tharbad, at the fording of the Greyflood. After that journey, and the road I have trodden with this Company, I do not much doubt that I shall find a way through Rohan, and Fangorn too, if need be.'Fangorn. That is a strange land, and is now little known. But Boromir and Aragorn doubtless do not need this warning.''Indeed we have heard of Fangorn in Minas Tirith,' said Boromir. `But what I have heard seems to me for the most part old wives' tales, such as we tell to our children. All that lies north of Rohan is now to us so far away that fancy can wander freely there. Of old Fangorn lay upon the borders of our realm; but it is now many lives of men since any of us visited it, to prove or disprove the legends that have come down from distant years.`I have myself been at whiles in Rohan, but I have never crossed it northwards. When I was sent out as a
Marshes and the Noman-lands to Cirith Gorgor and the black gates of Mordor.'Boromir, and any that go with him seeking Minas Tirith, will do well to leave the Great River above Rauros and cross the Entwash before it finds the marshes. Yet they should not go too far up that stream, nor risk becoming entangled in the Forest of messenger, I passed through the Gap by the skirts of the White Mountains, and crossed the Isen and the Greyflood into Northerland. A long and wearisome journey. Four hundred leagues I reckoned it, and it took me many months; for I lost my horse at Tharbad, at the fording of the Greyflood. After that journey, and the road I have trodden with this Company, I do not much doubt that I shall find a way through Rohan, and Fangorn too, if need be.'Fangorn. That is a strange land, and is now little known. But Boromir and Aragorn doubtless do not need this warning.''Indeed we have heard of Fangorn in Minas Tirith,' said Boromir. `But what I have heard seems to me for the most part old wives' tales, such as we tell to our children. All that lies north of Rohan is now to us so far away that fancy can wander freely there. Of old Fangorn lay upon the borders of our realm; but it is now many lives of men since any of us visited it, to prove or disprove the legends that have come down from distant years.`I have myself been at whiles in Rohan, but I have never crossed it northwards. When I was sent out as a
Thursday, December 4, 2008
William Bouguereau Innocence painting
William Bouguereau Innocence paintingVincent van Gogh Poppies 1886 painting
Three other entrances they saw, dark black arches: one straight before them eastwards, and one on either side. Then the light went out.`That is all that I shall venture on for the present,' said Gandalf. 'There used to be great windows on the mountain-side, and shafts leading out to the light in the upper reaches of the Mines. I think we have reached them now, but it is night outside again, and we cannot tell until morning. If I am right, tomorrow we may actually see the together in a corner to escape the draught: there seemed to be a steady inflow of chill air through the eastern archway. All about them as they lay hung the darkness, hollow and immense, and they were oppressed by the loneliness and vastness of the dolven halls and endlessly branching stairs and passages. The wildest imaginings
Vincent van Gogh field of poppies paintingHenri Matisse Goldfish painting
raised his staff, and for a brief instant there was blaze like a flash of lightning. Great shadows sprang up and fled, and for a second they saw a vast roof far above their heads upheld by many mighty pillars hewn of stone. Before them and on either side stretched a huge empty hall; its black walls, polished and smooth as glass, flashed and glittered. that dark rumour had ever suggested to the hobbits fell altogether short of the actual dread and wonder of Moria.morning peeping in. But in the meanwhile we had better go no further. Let us rest, if we can. Things have gone well so far, and the greater part of the dark road is over. But we are not through yet, and it is a long way down to the Gates that open on the world.'The Company spent that night in the great cavernous hall, huddled close
Three other entrances they saw, dark black arches: one straight before them eastwards, and one on either side. Then the light went out.`That is all that I shall venture on for the present,' said Gandalf. 'There used to be great windows on the mountain-side, and shafts leading out to the light in the upper reaches of the Mines. I think we have reached them now, but it is night outside again, and we cannot tell until morning. If I am right, tomorrow we may actually see the together in a corner to escape the draught: there seemed to be a steady inflow of chill air through the eastern archway. All about them as they lay hung the darkness, hollow and immense, and they were oppressed by the loneliness and vastness of the dolven halls and endlessly branching stairs and passages. The wildest imaginings
Vincent van Gogh field of poppies paintingHenri Matisse Goldfish painting
raised his staff, and for a brief instant there was blaze like a flash of lightning. Great shadows sprang up and fled, and for a second they saw a vast roof far above their heads upheld by many mighty pillars hewn of stone. Before them and on either side stretched a huge empty hall; its black walls, polished and smooth as glass, flashed and glittered. that dark rumour had ever suggested to the hobbits fell altogether short of the actual dread and wonder of Moria.morning peeping in. But in the meanwhile we had better go no further. Let us rest, if we can. Things have gone well so far, and the greater part of the dark road is over. But we are not through yet, and it is a long way down to the Gates that open on the world.'The Company spent that night in the great cavernous hall, huddled close
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Richard Leblanc paintings
Richard Leblanc paintingsRudolf Ernst paintings
felt Bilbo stir impatiently at his side. Evidently he was annoyed on his friend's behalf. Standing suddenly up he burst out:All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken: The crownless again shall be king.`Not very good perhaps, but to the point – if you need more beyond the word of Elrond. If that was worth a journey of a hundred and ten days to hear, you had best
Raphael paintingsSung Kim paintings
words were not the doom of Minas Tirith,' said Aragorn. `But doom and great deeds are indeed at hand. For the Sword that was Broken is the Sword of Elendil that broke beneath him when he fell. It has been treasured by his heirs when all other heirlooms were lost; for it was spoken of old among us that it should be made again when the Ring, Isildur's Bane, was found. Now you have seen the sword that you have sought, what would you ask? Do you wish for the House of Elendil to return to the Land of Gondor?'`I was not sent to beg any boon, but to seek only the meaning of a riddle,' answered Boromir proudly. `Yet we are hard pressed, and the Sword of Elendil would be a help beyond our hope-if such a thing could indeed return out of the shadows of the past.'
felt Bilbo stir impatiently at his side. Evidently he was annoyed on his friend's behalf. Standing suddenly up he burst out:All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken: The crownless again shall be king.`Not very good perhaps, but to the point – if you need more beyond the word of Elrond. If that was worth a journey of a hundred and ten days to hear, you had best
Raphael paintingsSung Kim paintings
words were not the doom of Minas Tirith,' said Aragorn. `But doom and great deeds are indeed at hand. For the Sword that was Broken is the Sword of Elendil that broke beneath him when he fell. It has been treasured by his heirs when all other heirlooms were lost; for it was spoken of old among us that it should be made again when the Ring, Isildur's Bane, was found. Now you have seen the sword that you have sought, what would you ask? Do you wish for the House of Elendil to return to the Land of Gondor?'`I was not sent to beg any boon, but to seek only the meaning of a riddle,' answered Boromir proudly. `Yet we are hard pressed, and the Sword of Elendil would be a help beyond our hope-if such a thing could indeed return out of the shadows of the past.'
Bastida Three Boats By A Shore
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Hullo, Frodo my lad!' said Bilbo. `So you have got here at last. I hoped you would manage it. Well, well! So all this feasting is in your honour, I hear. I hope you enjoyed yourself?''Why weren't you there?' cried Frodo. `And why haven't I been allowed to see you before?'`Because you were asleep. I have seen a good deal of youbright twinkle in it and no sign of sleepiness that Frodo could see. `Wake up! I was not asleep. Master Elrond. If you want to know, you have all come out from your feast too soon, and you have disturbed me-in the middle of making up a song. I was stuck over a line or two, and was thinking about them; but now I don't suppose I shall ever get them right. There will be such a deal of singing that the ideas will be driven clean out of my head. I shall have to get my friend the Dúnadan to help me. Where is he?'Elrond laughed. `He shall be found,' he said. `Then you two shall go into a corner and finish your task, and we. I have sat by your side with Sam each day. But as for the feast` I don't go in for such things much now. And I had something else to do.'`What were you doing?'`Why, sitting and thinking. I do a lot of that nowadays, and this is the best place to do it in, as a rule. Wake up, indeed!' he said, cocking an eye at Elrond. There was a will hear it and judge it before we end our merrymaking.' Messengers were sent to find
Hullo, Frodo my lad!' said Bilbo. `So you have got here at last. I hoped you would manage it. Well, well! So all this feasting is in your honour, I hear. I hope you enjoyed yourself?''Why weren't you there?' cried Frodo. `And why haven't I been allowed to see you before?'`Because you were asleep. I have seen a good deal of youbright twinkle in it and no sign of sleepiness that Frodo could see. `Wake up! I was not asleep. Master Elrond. If you want to know, you have all come out from your feast too soon, and you have disturbed me-in the middle of making up a song. I was stuck over a line or two, and was thinking about them; but now I don't suppose I shall ever get them right. There will be such a deal of singing that the ideas will be driven clean out of my head. I shall have to get my friend the Dúnadan to help me. Where is he?'Elrond laughed. `He shall be found,' he said. `Then you two shall go into a corner and finish your task, and we. I have sat by your side with Sam each day. But as for the feast` I don't go in for such things much now. And I had something else to do.'`What were you doing?'`Why, sitting and thinking. I do a lot of that nowadays, and this is the best place to do it in, as a rule. Wake up, indeed!' he said, cocking an eye at Elrond. There was a will hear it and judge it before we end our merrymaking.' Messengers were sent to find
Monday, December 1, 2008
Ford Smith On the Rocks
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galloped their ponies over the last furlongs, and halted under the long shadows of the trees. They were on the top of a sloping bank, and the Road, now dim as evening drew on, wound away below them. At this point it ran nearly from South-west to North-east, and on their right it fell quickly down into a wide hollow. It was rutted towards the setting sun, but the Road was brown and empty.'Do you think,' asked Pippin hesitatingly, 'do you think we may be pursued, tonight?''No, I hope not tonight,' answered Tom Bombadil; 'nor perhaps the next day. But do not trust my guess; for I cannot tell for certainand bore many signs of the recent heavy rain; there were pools and pot-holes full of water. They rode down the bank and looked up and down. There was nothing to be seen. 'Well, here we are again at last!' said Frodo. 'I suppose we haven't lost more than two days by my short cut through the Forest! But perhaps the delay will prove useful - it may have put them off our trail.'The others looked at him. The shadow of the fear of the Black Riders came suddenly over them again. Ever since they had entered the Forest they had thought chiefly of getting back to the Road; only now when it lay beneath their feet did they remember the danger which pursued them, and was more than likely to be lying in wait for them upon the Road itself. They looked anxiously back . Out east my knowledge fails. Tom is not master of Riders from the Black Land far beyond his country.'
galloped their ponies over the last furlongs, and halted under the long shadows of the trees. They were on the top of a sloping bank, and the Road, now dim as evening drew on, wound away below them. At this point it ran nearly from South-west to North-east, and on their right it fell quickly down into a wide hollow. It was rutted towards the setting sun, but the Road was brown and empty.'Do you think,' asked Pippin hesitatingly, 'do you think we may be pursued, tonight?''No, I hope not tonight,' answered Tom Bombadil; 'nor perhaps the next day. But do not trust my guess; for I cannot tell for certainand bore many signs of the recent heavy rain; there were pools and pot-holes full of water. They rode down the bank and looked up and down. There was nothing to be seen. 'Well, here we are again at last!' said Frodo. 'I suppose we haven't lost more than two days by my short cut through the Forest! But perhaps the delay will prove useful - it may have put them off our trail.'The others looked at him. The shadow of the fear of the Black Riders came suddenly over them again. Ever since they had entered the Forest they had thought chiefly of getting back to the Road; only now when it lay beneath their feet did they remember the danger which pursued them, and was more than likely to be lying in wait for them upon the Road itself. They looked anxiously back . Out east my knowledge fails. Tom is not master of Riders from the Black Land far beyond his country.'
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