Jack Vettriano Good Days' SunshineJack Vettriano Girls' NightJack Vettriano Ghosts From The Past
Ironically, one of the solutions proposed for raising test scores, the federal No Child Left Behind program, encourages schools to focus more of the school day on the core academic subjects while reducing class time in peripheral subjects, like art, and physical education. In fact, only 6 percent of American high schools offer a daily gym class. Yet a 2002 Virginia Tech study showedreduced class time in those subjects and higher I cannot underestimate how important regular exercise is in improving the function and performance of the brain." Ratey writes. "Exercise stimulates our gray matter to produce Miracle-Gro for the brain." That "Miracle-Gro" is a brain chemical called brain-derived neurotropic factor, or BDNF. When we exercise, our working muscles send chemicals into our bloodstream, including a protein known as IGF-1.overall standardized tests.
In his latest book, "Spark: The Revolutionary New Exercise and the Brain" (2008, Little, Brown), John Ratey, a Harvard clinical associate professor of psychiatry, argues for more physical fitness for students as a cure for not only their obesity but also their academic performance.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Remington Hussar Russian Guard Corps
Remington Hussar Russian Guard CorpsRemington Fight for the Water HoleRemington Comming to the CallRemington Buying Polo Ponies in the West
directed at individual cancer genes. * New Class of High-T Superconductors: since the discovery of high-temperature superconductors in 1986, all had been a ceramic made up of lanthanum-barium-copper oxides. Earlier this year, there was a flurry of papers from a number of research groups that announced they had found a new class of high-temperature superconductors, ceramics made of lanthanum, iron, arsenic, oxygen, and fluorine. While their critical temperature is, by high-temperature superconducting standards, a not-so-hot 55 K, they have opened a new pathway into the mystery of superconductor research. Follow up work hasn't been able to determine whether these materials behave the same as their more familiar cuprate cousins.
Protein flopping and folding: How proteins dock with target molecules has long been a subject of debate among biologists, biochemists, and biophysicists. The leading theory is that, when a protein molecule comes upon a target, it will change its shape so that it will fit in a lock-and-key manner. However, some postulated that proteins in solution randomly oscillate between a number of related but slightly
directed at individual cancer genes. * New Class of High-T Superconductors: since the discovery of high-temperature superconductors in 1986, all had been a ceramic made up of lanthanum-barium-copper oxides. Earlier this year, there was a flurry of papers from a number of research groups that announced they had found a new class of high-temperature superconductors, ceramics made of lanthanum, iron, arsenic, oxygen, and fluorine. While their critical temperature is, by high-temperature superconducting standards, a not-so-hot 55 K, they have opened a new pathway into the mystery of superconductor research. Follow up work hasn't been able to determine whether these materials behave the same as their more familiar cuprate cousins.
Protein flopping and folding: How proteins dock with target molecules has long been a subject of debate among biologists, biochemists, and biophysicists. The leading theory is that, when a protein molecule comes upon a target, it will change its shape so that it will fit in a lock-and-key manner. However, some postulated that proteins in solution randomly oscillate between a number of related but slightly
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Dawson The Marco Polo
Dawson The Marco PoloDawson The New Englander -- The Forest Queen of BostonDawson The Old White BarqueDawson The Pacific Combers on the Open Seas
, until they knitted together in one turbulent entity. They flowed down from the three-story heights to the floor, changing color as they came, changing form again, becoming that friend of childhood who had lost his way.Standing but ten feet from , no longer birds but only the shadows of birds, darkening across the glimmering curves, then gone. By a fistful of his shirt, semiparalytic Fric was dragged across the garage floor, facing away from his captor, watching the elevator alcove recede into the distance.Moloch had snared car keys from the pegboard, where every set hung under a label citing the make, model, and year. The kidnapper seemed to know his way around as well as if he had lived in Palazzo Rospo.Also receding from Fric was his medicinal inhaler, his precious asthma drug. The Ethan, the apparition that was Dunny Whistler said, “If you die this time, I can’t bring you back. I am at the limits of my authority. He’s taking Fric down to the garage. He’s almost out of here.”Before Ethan could speak, dead Dunny was not Dunny anymore, but doves again, exploding in a glory of radiant wings, knifing straight at the enormous Christmas tree. They fled not into the needled boughs but into the silvery and scarlet shine of the ornaments
, until they knitted together in one turbulent entity. They flowed down from the three-story heights to the floor, changing color as they came, changing form again, becoming that friend of childhood who had lost his way.Standing but ten feet from , no longer birds but only the shadows of birds, darkening across the glimmering curves, then gone. By a fistful of his shirt, semiparalytic Fric was dragged across the garage floor, facing away from his captor, watching the elevator alcove recede into the distance.Moloch had snared car keys from the pegboard, where every set hung under a label citing the make, model, and year. The kidnapper seemed to know his way around as well as if he had lived in Palazzo Rospo.Also receding from Fric was his medicinal inhaler, his precious asthma drug. The Ethan, the apparition that was Dunny Whistler said, “If you die this time, I can’t bring you back. I am at the limits of my authority. He’s taking Fric down to the garage. He’s almost out of here.”Before Ethan could speak, dead Dunny was not Dunny anymore, but doves again, exploding in a glory of radiant wings, knifing straight at the enormous Christmas tree. They fled not into the needled boughs but into the silvery and scarlet shine of the ornaments
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Li-Leger Weatherprint_ Passage to India
Li-Leger Weatherprint_ Passage to IndiaLi-Leger Weatherprint_ Orchid Lines ILi-Leger Weatherprint_ Garden Dance ILi-Leger Water Garden II
headlights and drove to the corner, where traffic splashed past on the cross street. He looked to the right and saw Laputa walking northward. When the professor was almost out of sight, Hazard turned the corner and followed him.Whenever , until Laputa found an empty space.Near the end of that aisle, a slot waited for Hazard’s sedan. He parked, switched off the engine, got out, and watched his man over the roofs of the parked cars.He expected the professor to follow the signs to the nearest mall entrance. Instead, Laputa returned on foot to the ramp up which he had just driven.he drew within half a block of Laputa, he pulled to the curb and waited, letting his quarry proceed toward the limits of fog-diminished visibility. Then he drove after him again.In these fits and starts, Hazard tracked the professor two and a half blocks. There, never having glanced back, Laputa got into a black Land Rover.Remaining too far behind to read the license plate, letting other traffic intervene from time to time to mask his continuous presence, Hazard shadowed the Land Rover along a direct route to the Beverly Center, at Beverly Boulevard and La Cienega. Although somewhat oddly dressed for a trip to the mall, Laputa apparently intended to go shopping.Conducting on-the-roll surveillance in a parking garage was a lot trickier than doing the same thing on public streets. Hazard followed the Land Rover up ramp after ramp, floor by floor, past ranks of parked vehicles
headlights and drove to the corner, where traffic splashed past on the cross street. He looked to the right and saw Laputa walking northward. When the professor was almost out of sight, Hazard turned the corner and followed him.Whenever , until Laputa found an empty space.Near the end of that aisle, a slot waited for Hazard’s sedan. He parked, switched off the engine, got out, and watched his man over the roofs of the parked cars.He expected the professor to follow the signs to the nearest mall entrance. Instead, Laputa returned on foot to the ramp up which he had just driven.he drew within half a block of Laputa, he pulled to the curb and waited, letting his quarry proceed toward the limits of fog-diminished visibility. Then he drove after him again.In these fits and starts, Hazard tracked the professor two and a half blocks. There, never having glanced back, Laputa got into a black Land Rover.Remaining too far behind to read the license plate, letting other traffic intervene from time to time to mask his continuous presence, Hazard shadowed the Land Rover along a direct route to the Beverly Center, at Beverly Boulevard and La Cienega. Although somewhat oddly dressed for a trip to the mall, Laputa apparently intended to go shopping.Conducting on-the-roll surveillance in a parking garage was a lot trickier than doing the same thing on public streets. Hazard followed the Land Rover up ramp after ramp, floor by floor, past ranks of parked vehicles
Friday, December 19, 2008
Caravaggio The Raising of Lazarus painting
Caravaggio The Raising of Lazarus paintingThomas Kinkade Snow White discovers the cottage paintingJohannes Vermeer Woman with a Pearl Necklace painting
partners, Ethan and Hazard had gone by the book as much as it is ever possible to go by a book that is written largely by people who have never done the job.On this December day, however, unofficially partners once more, they were bad boys. and the district attorney’s office.They ignored the warning.The deadbolt lock on Rolf Reynerd’s apartment door was covered with a police seal. Ethan cracked it, peeled it.Hazard had with him a Lockaid lock-release gun, an item sold exclusively to law-enforcement agencies. In ordinary circumstances, he would have requisitioned this device with the proper paperwork, specifying the exact intended use, virtually always with reference to an existing search warrant.[391] These were not ordinary circumstances.Hazard had gotten his hands on one of the department’s Lockaids by unconventionaBeing bad boys made Ethan uneasy, but it gave him the comforting feeling that at least they were taking control of the situation.A notice on Rolf Reynerd’s door warned that Apartment 2B was the site of an ongoing police investigation. The premises remained off-limits to all but authorized personnel of the police department l
partners, Ethan and Hazard had gone by the book as much as it is ever possible to go by a book that is written largely by people who have never done the job.On this December day, however, unofficially partners once more, they were bad boys. and the district attorney’s office.They ignored the warning.The deadbolt lock on Rolf Reynerd’s apartment door was covered with a police seal. Ethan cracked it, peeled it.Hazard had with him a Lockaid lock-release gun, an item sold exclusively to law-enforcement agencies. In ordinary circumstances, he would have requisitioned this device with the proper paperwork, specifying the exact intended use, virtually always with reference to an existing search warrant.[391] These were not ordinary circumstances.Hazard had gotten his hands on one of the department’s Lockaids by unconventionaBeing bad boys made Ethan uneasy, but it gave him the comforting feeling that at least they were taking control of the situation.A notice on Rolf Reynerd’s door warned that Apartment 2B was the site of an ongoing police investigation. The premises remained off-limits to all but authorized personnel of the police department l
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Unknown Artist Volk Warmth painting
Unknown Artist Volk Warmth paintingUnknown Artist David Winston Solitude paintingJohn William Waterhouse Destiny 1900 painting
from irreparable damage to the brain stem. Death inevitably follows.”In a case like this, the patient would not be connected to a heart-lung machine, providing artificial circulation and respiration, unless his family insisted. The family would need to have the means to paywould disallow such expenditures on the grounds that the patient could never regain , whatever happened to Dunny once his body reached the hospital morgue is another matter altogether, unrelated to you.”“But I’m not any less disturbed about it than you are. I’ve discussed it twice with the police. I’m ... bewildered.”[349] “I just want you to know that I don’t hold the morgue employees at all responsible consciousness.“As regards Mr. Whistler,” O’Brien said, “you held a power of attorney in Yes.”“And you signed a release quite some time ago, specifying that heroic efforts, other than a ventilator, were not to be employed to keep him alive.”“That’s right,” Ethan said. “And I’ve no intention of suing.”This sincere assurance caused no visible relief on O’Brien’s part. Evidently he believed that even though the conscientious medical care given to Dunny was lawsuit-proof, a plague of lawyers would nonetheless rain down on him.“Dr. O’Brien
from irreparable damage to the brain stem. Death inevitably follows.”In a case like this, the patient would not be connected to a heart-lung machine, providing artificial circulation and respiration, unless his family insisted. The family would need to have the means to paywould disallow such expenditures on the grounds that the patient could never regain , whatever happened to Dunny once his body reached the hospital morgue is another matter altogether, unrelated to you.”“But I’m not any less disturbed about it than you are. I’ve discussed it twice with the police. I’m ... bewildered.”[349] “I just want you to know that I don’t hold the morgue employees at all responsible consciousness.“As regards Mr. Whistler,” O’Brien said, “you held a power of attorney in Yes.”“And you signed a release quite some time ago, specifying that heroic efforts, other than a ventilator, were not to be employed to keep him alive.”“That’s right,” Ethan said. “And I’ve no intention of suing.”This sincere assurance caused no visible relief on O’Brien’s part. Evidently he believed that even though the conscientious medical care given to Dunny was lawsuit-proof, a plague of lawyers would nonetheless rain down on him.“Dr. O’Brien
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Thomas Kinkade Sunset at Riverbend Farm painting
Thomas Kinkade Sunset at Riverbend Farm paintingThomas Kinkade Seaside Village paintingThomas Kinkade Make a Wish Cottage 2 painting
sophisticated ventilation system continuously drew air out of the room through exhausts near the floor. Fresh air pumped in through wall vents just below the ceiling.Although the smell wasn’t conducive to a romantic candlelight dinner, it wasn’t instantly repulsive, either. You could half deceive yourself that this odor was not significantly different in character from the stale-sweat, foot-fungus, shower-mold bouquet common to many high-school locker rooms.None of the resident dead was bagged. The low temperature and the strictly controlled humidity slowed decomposition almost to a halt, but the inevitable process did continue at a much reduced rate. A vinyl bag would trap the slowly released gases, becoming a heat-filled balloon and defeating the purpose of the refrigeration.Instead of vinyl cocoons, loose white cotton shrouds draped the reclining dead. Except for the chill if any of them had ever been pampered. If one had spa, he had surely at once been ejected by security guards and warned never to trespass again.losers. They had died alone and unknown.Those who perished at the hand of another were required by law to undergo autopsy. So were those who died by accident, by apparent suicide, from an illness not confidently
sophisticated ventilation system continuously drew air out of the room through exhausts near the floor. Fresh air pumped in through wall vents just below the ceiling.Although the smell wasn’t conducive to a romantic candlelight dinner, it wasn’t instantly repulsive, either. You could half deceive yourself that this odor was not significantly different in character from the stale-sweat, foot-fungus, shower-mold bouquet common to many high-school locker rooms.None of the resident dead was bagged. The low temperature and the strictly controlled humidity slowed decomposition almost to a halt, but the inevitable process did continue at a much reduced rate. A vinyl bag would trap the slowly released gases, becoming a heat-filled balloon and defeating the purpose of the refrigeration.Instead of vinyl cocoons, loose white cotton shrouds draped the reclining dead. Except for the chill if any of them had ever been pampered. If one had spa, he had surely at once been ejected by security guards and warned never to trespass again.losers. They had died alone and unknown.Those who perished at the hand of another were required by law to undergo autopsy. So were those who died by accident, by apparent suicide, from an illness not confidently
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Vincent van Gogh Still Life with oleander painting
Vincent van Gogh Still Life with oleander paintingVincent van Gogh Still Life with irises paintingVincent van Gogh Still Life with imperial crowns in a bronze vase paintingVincent van Gogh Still life with a vase margin rites and anemones painting
entire suite had been set aside for his use. Living room, bedroom, bathroom, walk-in closet.Still breathing hard, Fric hurried through his living room. Breathing harder still, he crossed his bedroom to the walk-in was indifferent—as well as videos and DVDs of every stupid boring movie for kids made in the past five years, which were sent to him free by studio executives and by others who wanted to score points with his father.At the back of the closet, the nineteen-foot width was divided into three sections of floor-to-ceiling shelves. Reaching under the third shelf in the right-hand section, he pressed a concealed button.The middle section proved to be a secret door that swung open on a centrally mounted pivot closet.Walk-in was a seriously inadequate description. If Fric had owned a Porsche, he could have driven into the closet.Were he to add a Porsche to his Dear Santa list, one would most likely be parked in the driveway come Christmas morn, with a giant gift bow on the roof.Lunatics.Although Fric had more clothes than he needed, more than he wanted, his wardrobe required only a quarter of the closet. The rest of the space had been fitted out with shelves on which were stored collections of toy soldiers, which he cherished to which he hinge. The shelving unit measured ten inches deep, which left a passageway of about
entire suite had been set aside for his use. Living room, bedroom, bathroom, walk-in closet.Still breathing hard, Fric hurried through his living room. Breathing harder still, he crossed his bedroom to the walk-in was indifferent—as well as videos and DVDs of every stupid boring movie for kids made in the past five years, which were sent to him free by studio executives and by others who wanted to score points with his father.At the back of the closet, the nineteen-foot width was divided into three sections of floor-to-ceiling shelves. Reaching under the third shelf in the right-hand section, he pressed a concealed button.The middle section proved to be a secret door that swung open on a centrally mounted pivot closet.Walk-in was a seriously inadequate description. If Fric had owned a Porsche, he could have driven into the closet.Were he to add a Porsche to his Dear Santa list, one would most likely be parked in the driveway come Christmas morn, with a giant gift bow on the roof.Lunatics.Although Fric had more clothes than he needed, more than he wanted, his wardrobe required only a quarter of the closet. The rest of the space had been fitted out with shelves on which were stored collections of toy soldiers, which he cherished to which he hinge. The shelving unit measured ten inches deep, which left a passageway of about
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Joseph Mallord William Turner Moonlight A Study at Millbank painting
Joseph Mallord William Turner Moonlight A Study at Millbank paintingJohn Singer Sargent View of Capri paintingJohn Singer Sargent The Simplon paintingJohn Singer Sargent Rio dei Mendicanti painting
space accordingly. Ethan did too little living to devote an entire room to it.With a digital camera, he had photographed the black box before opening it. He had also taken shots of the red delicious from three angles.He assumed that the apple had been sliced open in order to allow for the insertion of an object into the core. He was reluctant to snip the stitches and to take a look at what might lie within.Years as a homicide crafted in bronze. Exposure to the elements promoted a handsome mottled-green patina on exterior surfaces. Inside, diligent maintenance kept the bronze a dark ruby-brown.The glass in each pane was beveled at every edge. Even in the humblest of service rooms—the scullery, the ground-floor laundry—beveling had been specified.detective had hardened him in some respects. In other ways, too much experience of extreme violence had made him vulnerable.He was only thirty-seven, but his police was over. His instincts remained sharp, however, and his darkest expectations were undiminished.A sough of wind insisted at the French panes. A soft tapping of blown rain.The languid storm gave him excuse enough to leave the apple waiting and to step to the nearest window.Frames, jambs, rails, muntins—every feature of every window in the great house had been
space accordingly. Ethan did too little living to devote an entire room to it.With a digital camera, he had photographed the black box before opening it. He had also taken shots of the red delicious from three angles.He assumed that the apple had been sliced open in order to allow for the insertion of an object into the core. He was reluctant to snip the stitches and to take a look at what might lie within.Years as a homicide crafted in bronze. Exposure to the elements promoted a handsome mottled-green patina on exterior surfaces. Inside, diligent maintenance kept the bronze a dark ruby-brown.The glass in each pane was beveled at every edge. Even in the humblest of service rooms—the scullery, the ground-floor laundry—beveling had been specified.detective had hardened him in some respects. In other ways, too much experience of extreme violence had made him vulnerable.He was only thirty-seven, but his police was over. His instincts remained sharp, however, and his darkest expectations were undiminished.A sough of wind insisted at the French panes. A soft tapping of blown rain.The languid storm gave him excuse enough to leave the apple waiting and to step to the nearest window.Frames, jambs, rails, muntins—every feature of every window in the great house had been
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Alexandre Cabanel Eve After the Fall painting
Alexandre Cabanel Eve After the Fall paintingAlexandre Cabanel Cleopatra paintingThomas Gainsborough The Watering Place paintingThomas Gainsborough The Harvest Wagon painting
white-walled, many-towered, proud and fair upon its mountain-seat; its battlements glittered with steel, and its turrets were bright with many banners. Hope leaped in his heart. But against Minas Tirith was set another fortress, greater and more strong. Thither, eastward, unwilling his eye was drawn. It passed the ruined bridges of Osgiliath, the grinning gates of Minas Morgul. and the haunted Mountains, and it looked upon Gorgoroth, the valley of terror in the Land of Mordor. Darkness lay there under the Sun. Fire glowed amid the smoke. Mount Doom was burning, and a as a flash from some other point of power there came to his mind another thought: Take it off! Take it off! Fool, take it off! Take off the Ring!The two powers strove in him. For a moment, perfectly balanced between their piercing great reek rising. Then at last his gaze was held: wall upon wall, battlement upon battlement, black, immeasurably strong, mountain of iron, gate of steel, tower of adamant, he saw it: Barad-dûr, Fortress of Sauron. All hope left him.And suddenly he felt the Eye. There was an eye in the Dark Tower that did not sleep. He knew that it had become aware of his gaze. A fierce eager will was there. It leaped towards him; almost like a finger he felt it, searching for him. Very soon it would nail him down, know just exactly where he was. Amon Lhaw it touched. It glanced upon Tol Brandir he threw himself from the seat, crouching, covering his head with his grey hood.He heard himself crying out: Never, never! Or was it: Verily I come, I come to you? He could not tell. Then
white-walled, many-towered, proud and fair upon its mountain-seat; its battlements glittered with steel, and its turrets were bright with many banners. Hope leaped in his heart. But against Minas Tirith was set another fortress, greater and more strong. Thither, eastward, unwilling his eye was drawn. It passed the ruined bridges of Osgiliath, the grinning gates of Minas Morgul. and the haunted Mountains, and it looked upon Gorgoroth, the valley of terror in the Land of Mordor. Darkness lay there under the Sun. Fire glowed amid the smoke. Mount Doom was burning, and a as a flash from some other point of power there came to his mind another thought: Take it off! Take it off! Fool, take it off! Take off the Ring!The two powers strove in him. For a moment, perfectly balanced between their piercing great reek rising. Then at last his gaze was held: wall upon wall, battlement upon battlement, black, immeasurably strong, mountain of iron, gate of steel, tower of adamant, he saw it: Barad-dûr, Fortress of Sauron. All hope left him.And suddenly he felt the Eye. There was an eye in the Dark Tower that did not sleep. He knew that it had become aware of his gaze. A fierce eager will was there. It leaped towards him; almost like a finger he felt it, searching for him. Very soon it would nail him down, know just exactly where he was. Amon Lhaw it touched. It glanced upon Tol Brandir he threw himself from the seat, crouching, covering his head with his grey hood.He heard himself crying out: Never, never! Or was it: Verily I come, I come to you? He could not tell. Then
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thomas Kinkade Lakeside Manor painting
Thomas Kinkade Lakeside Manor paintingThomas Kinkade cottage by the sea painting
rest of the line is lost, unless it ends in estre. Yes, it must be yestre followed by day being the tenth of novembre Balin lord of Moria fell in Dimrill Dale. He went alone to look in Mirror mere. an orc shot him from behind a stone. we slew the orc, hut many more ... up from east up the Silverlode. The remainder of the page is so blurred that I can hardly make anything out, but I think I can read we have barred the gates, and then can hold them long if, and then perhaps horrible and suffer. Poor Balin! He seems to have kept the title that he took for less than five years. I wonder what happened afterwards; but there is no time to puzzle out the last few pages. Here is the last page of all.' He paused and sighed.`It is grim reading,' he said. 'I fear their end was cruel. Listen!
Thomas Kinkade almost heaven paintingThomas Kinkade A New Day Dawning painting
'That would be Ori's hand,' said Gimli, looking over the wizard's arm. `He could write well and speedily, and often used the Elvish characters.'`I fear he had ill tidings to record in a fair hand,' said Gandalf. 'The first clear word is sorrow, but the We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and second hall. Frár and Lóni and Náli fell there. Then there are four lines smeared so that I can only read went 5 days ago. The last lines run the pool is up to the wall at Westgate. The Watcher in the Water took Óin. We cannot get out. The end comes, and then drums,
rest of the line is lost, unless it ends in estre. Yes, it must be yestre followed by day being the tenth of novembre Balin lord of Moria fell in Dimrill Dale. He went alone to look in Mirror mere. an orc shot him from behind a stone. we slew the orc, hut many more ... up from east up the Silverlode. The remainder of the page is so blurred that I can hardly make anything out, but I think I can read we have barred the gates, and then can hold them long if, and then perhaps horrible and suffer. Poor Balin! He seems to have kept the title that he took for less than five years. I wonder what happened afterwards; but there is no time to puzzle out the last few pages. Here is the last page of all.' He paused and sighed.`It is grim reading,' he said. 'I fear their end was cruel. Listen!
Thomas Kinkade almost heaven paintingThomas Kinkade A New Day Dawning painting
'That would be Ori's hand,' said Gimli, looking over the wizard's arm. `He could write well and speedily, and often used the Elvish characters.'`I fear he had ill tidings to record in a fair hand,' said Gandalf. 'The first clear word is sorrow, but the We cannot get out. We cannot get out. They have taken the Bridge and second hall. Frár and Lóni and Náli fell there. Then there are four lines smeared so that I can only read went 5 days ago. The last lines run the pool is up to the wall at Westgate. The Watcher in the Water took Óin. We cannot get out. The end comes, and then drums,
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Claude Monet Water Lilies painting
Claude Monet Water Lilies paintingHenri Matisse Blue Nude I 1952 painting
under the yoke. But if Saruman has become evil, as you say, then their doom cannot be long delayed."`He set me down in the land of Rohan ere dawn; and now I have lengthened my tale over long. The rest must be more brief. In Rohan I found evil already at work: the lies of Saruman; and the king of the land would not listen to my warnings. He bade me take a horse and be gone; and I chose one much to my liking. but little to his. I took the best horse in his land, and I have never seen the like of him.''Then he must be a noble beast indeed,' said Aragorn; 'and it grieves me more than many tidings that might seem worse to learn that Sauron levies such tribute. It was not so when last I was in that
Cassius Marcellus Coolidge A Friend in Need paintingEdvard Munch Puberty 1894 painting
Many leagues," said he, "but not to the ends of the earth. I was sent to bear tidings not burdens."` "Then I must have a steed on land," I said, "and a steed surpassingly swift, for I have never had such need of haste before."` "Then I will bear you to Edoras, where the Lord of Rohan sits in his halls," he said; "for that is not very far off." And I was glad, for in the Riddermark of Rohan the Rohirrim, the Horse-lords, dwell, and there are no horses like those that are bred in that great vale between the Misty Mountains and the White.` "Are the Men of Rohan still to be trusted, do you think? " I said to Gwaihir, for the treason of Saruman had shaken my faith.
under the yoke. But if Saruman has become evil, as you say, then their doom cannot be long delayed."`He set me down in the land of Rohan ere dawn; and now I have lengthened my tale over long. The rest must be more brief. In Rohan I found evil already at work: the lies of Saruman; and the king of the land would not listen to my warnings. He bade me take a horse and be gone; and I chose one much to my liking. but little to his. I took the best horse in his land, and I have never seen the like of him.''Then he must be a noble beast indeed,' said Aragorn; 'and it grieves me more than many tidings that might seem worse to learn that Sauron levies such tribute. It was not so when last I was in that
Cassius Marcellus Coolidge A Friend in Need paintingEdvard Munch Puberty 1894 painting
Many leagues," said he, "but not to the ends of the earth. I was sent to bear tidings not burdens."` "Then I must have a steed on land," I said, "and a steed surpassingly swift, for I have never had such need of haste before."` "Then I will bear you to Edoras, where the Lord of Rohan sits in his halls," he said; "for that is not very far off." And I was glad, for in the Riddermark of Rohan the Rohirrim, the Horse-lords, dwell, and there are no horses like those that are bred in that great vale between the Misty Mountains and the White.` "Are the Men of Rohan still to be trusted, do you think? " I said to Gwaihir, for the treason of Saruman had shaken my faith.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sargent Camping at Lake O'Hara
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you think he———' began Frodo.'No, I don't think any harm of old Butterbur. Only he does not altogether like mysterious vagabonds of my sort.' Frodo gave him a puzzled look. 'Well, I have rather a rascally look, have I not?' said Strider with a curl of his lip and a queer gleam in his eye. 'But I hope we shall get to know one another better. When we do, I hope you will explain what happened at the end of your song. For that little prank——these Riders.' He paused, and his eyes were cold and hard. 'And there are some folk in Bree who are not to be trusted,' he went on. 'Bill Ferny, for instance. He has an evil name in the Bree-land, and queer folk call at his house. You must have noticed him among the company: a swarthy sneering fellow. He was very close with one of the Southern strangers, and they slipped out together just after your "accident". Not all of those Southerners mean well; and as for Ferny, he would sell anything to anybody; or make mischief for amusement.''What will Ferny sell, and what has my accident got to do with him?' said Frodo, still determined —''It was sheer accident!' interrupted Frodo.'I wonder,' said Strider. 'Accident, then. That accident has made your position dangerous.''Hardly more than it was already,' said Frodo. 'I knew these horsemen were pursuing me; but now at any rate they seem to have missed me and to have gone away.''You must not count on that!' said Strider sharply. 'They will return. And more are coming. There are others. I know their number. I know
you think he———' began Frodo.'No, I don't think any harm of old Butterbur. Only he does not altogether like mysterious vagabonds of my sort.' Frodo gave him a puzzled look. 'Well, I have rather a rascally look, have I not?' said Strider with a curl of his lip and a queer gleam in his eye. 'But I hope we shall get to know one another better. When we do, I hope you will explain what happened at the end of your song. For that little prank——these Riders.' He paused, and his eyes were cold and hard. 'And there are some folk in Bree who are not to be trusted,' he went on. 'Bill Ferny, for instance. He has an evil name in the Bree-land, and queer folk call at his house. You must have noticed him among the company: a swarthy sneering fellow. He was very close with one of the Southern strangers, and they slipped out together just after your "accident". Not all of those Southerners mean well; and as for Ferny, he would sell anything to anybody; or make mischief for amusement.''What will Ferny sell, and what has my accident got to do with him?' said Frodo, still determined —''It was sheer accident!' interrupted Frodo.'I wonder,' said Strider. 'Accident, then. That accident has made your position dangerous.''Hardly more than it was already,' said Frodo. 'I knew these horsemen were pursuing me; but now at any rate they seem to have missed me and to have gone away.''You must not count on that!' said Strider sharply. 'They will return. And more are coming. There are others. I know their number. I know
Monday, December 1, 2008
Gainsborough The Marsham Children
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to get to the Ferry without being caught?’‘I was thinking so,’ said Frodo. ‘But we have got to try and get there; and it won’t be done by sitting and thinking. So I am afraid we must be going. Thank you very much indeed for your kindness! I’ve been in terror of you and your dogs for over thirty years, Farmer Maggot, I’ll gel out a small waggon, and I’ll drive you all to the Ferry. That will save you a good step, and it might also save you trouble of another sort.’Frodo now accepted the invitation gratefully, to the relief of Pippin and Sam. The sun was already behind the western hills, and the light was failing. Two of Maggot’s sons and his three daughters though you may laugh to hear it. It’s a pity: for I’ve missed a good friend. And now I’m sorry to leave so soon. But I’ll come back, perhaps, one day - if I get a chance.’‘You’ll be welcome when you come,’ said Maggot. ‘But now I’ve a notion. It’s near sundown already, and we are going to have our supper; for we mostly go to bed soon after the Sun. If you and Mr. Peregrin and all could stay and have a bite with us, we would be pleased!’‘And so should we!’ said Frodo. ‘But we must be going at once, I’m afraid. Even now it will be dark before we can reach the Ferry.’‘Ah! but wait a minute! I was going to say: after a bit of supper,
to get to the Ferry without being caught?’‘I was thinking so,’ said Frodo. ‘But we have got to try and get there; and it won’t be done by sitting and thinking. So I am afraid we must be going. Thank you very much indeed for your kindness! I’ve been in terror of you and your dogs for over thirty years, Farmer Maggot, I’ll gel out a small waggon, and I’ll drive you all to the Ferry. That will save you a good step, and it might also save you trouble of another sort.’Frodo now accepted the invitation gratefully, to the relief of Pippin and Sam. The sun was already behind the western hills, and the light was failing. Two of Maggot’s sons and his three daughters though you may laugh to hear it. It’s a pity: for I’ve missed a good friend. And now I’m sorry to leave so soon. But I’ll come back, perhaps, one day - if I get a chance.’‘You’ll be welcome when you come,’ said Maggot. ‘But now I’ve a notion. It’s near sundown already, and we are going to have our supper; for we mostly go to bed soon after the Sun. If you and Mr. Peregrin and all could stay and have a bite with us, we would be pleased!’‘And so should we!’ said Frodo. ‘But we must be going at once, I’m afraid. Even now it will be dark before we can reach the Ferry.’‘Ah! but wait a minute! I was going to say: after a bit of supper,
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