Jack Vettriano Fair Exchange is No RobberyJack Vettriano exit EdenJack Vettriano Evening Racing
into account, to possibly eliminate that variable as an explanation. As expected, those in the upper-income brackets scored better overall on the academic tests, but within the lower-income set of students, the same results were observed — kids who speed while their brain's electrical activity was being measured by an electroencephalogram (EEG) test.
The fit kids' brains showed more activity in the prefrontal cortex, known for its executive function and control over other brain processes.
So, just send the kids on a fast jog and they will ace all of their tests? Not quitewere more fit performed better academically.Charles Hillman, associate professor of kinesiology at the University of Illinois, was able to duplicate these findings with 259 third and fifth-grade Illinois students. His team also noticed that two of the tests, BMI and aerobic capacity, were significantly more influential to higher academic scores than the other four fitness factors. Digging deeper, he isolated two groups of 20 students, one fit and the other unfit. They were given cognitive tests of attention, working memory and processing
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Bouguereau A Childhood Idyll
Bouguereau A Childhood IdyllBouguereau The Jewel of the FieldsBouguereau Young Girl Defending herself against CupidBouguereau At the Fountain
set of genes believed to be responsible for beta cell growth into the exocrine cells. Within days, they observed that the "treated mice formed insulin producing cells that acted like bona fide beta cells." Since beta cells are responsible for producing insulin and technique could have major ramifications if it can be modified for human use.
While these breakthroughs are major, much more work is needed before we start to see custom-made, individually constructed cures for diseases. We currently lack a reliable method of triggering developmental changes and need a more detailed understanding of how the conversion process works and a much more detailed understanding of the nature of the newly formed cells. Even though this field is not ready for human consumption, the potential it presents warranted it being named the biggest scientific breakthrough of the year, -Up: * Direct Views of Exoplanets: Astronomers first found a planet orbiting another star in 1995, after hundreds of years of speculation that the probability of other planets must be infinitesimally close to unity. In the intervening 13 years
set of genes believed to be responsible for beta cell growth into the exocrine cells. Within days, they observed that the "treated mice formed insulin producing cells that acted like bona fide beta cells." Since beta cells are responsible for producing insulin and technique could have major ramifications if it can be modified for human use.
While these breakthroughs are major, much more work is needed before we start to see custom-made, individually constructed cures for diseases. We currently lack a reliable method of triggering developmental changes and need a more detailed understanding of how the conversion process works and a much more detailed understanding of the nature of the newly formed cells. Even though this field is not ready for human consumption, the potential it presents warranted it being named the biggest scientific breakthrough of the year, -Up: * Direct Views of Exoplanets: Astronomers first found a planet orbiting another star in 1995, after hundreds of years of speculation that the probability of other planets must be infinitesimally close to unity. In the intervening 13 years
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monsted Watering The Garden
Monsted Watering The GardenDawson Mayflower II on the Open SeasDawson Pacific RollersDawson Rollicking Days
Guardian angels apparently could not be relied on in a pinch. Mysterious Caller had never seemed much like an angel, anyway: too spooky looking, his style too ominous, and such sorrow in his eyes.As Moloch backed out of the parking stall, Fric wondered what had happened to Mr. Truman. He must be dead. When he focused on the thought of Mr. Trumanbehind the wheel. One man. No accomplices in the backseat. No gunmen elsewhere in the garage.The passenger’s side of the car was nearest to Ethan as he ran toward it. Against the side window at the front, Fric’s tousled head was tipped against the glass. He couldn’t see the boy’s face, but the head seemed to loll, as if Fric were unconscious.Ethan almost reached the Buick before the rising door provided clearance. Then dead, Fric discovered that the semiparalytic inhalant didn’t prevent him from crying. Entering the upper garage by way of the stairs, Ethan heard the growl of an engine, smelled exhaust fumes.[580] The Buick was poised for flight at the foot of the exit ramp, where the garage door had almost finished rolling up and out of its way.A man
Guardian angels apparently could not be relied on in a pinch. Mysterious Caller had never seemed much like an angel, anyway: too spooky looking, his style too ominous, and such sorrow in his eyes.As Moloch backed out of the parking stall, Fric wondered what had happened to Mr. Truman. He must be dead. When he focused on the thought of Mr. Trumanbehind the wheel. One man. No accomplices in the backseat. No gunmen elsewhere in the garage.The passenger’s side of the car was nearest to Ethan as he ran toward it. Against the side window at the front, Fric’s tousled head was tipped against the glass. He couldn’t see the boy’s face, but the head seemed to loll, as if Fric were unconscious.Ethan almost reached the Buick before the rising door provided clearance. Then dead, Fric discovered that the semiparalytic inhalant didn’t prevent him from crying. Entering the upper garage by way of the stairs, Ethan heard the growl of an engine, smelled exhaust fumes.[580] The Buick was poised for flight at the foot of the exit ramp, where the garage door had almost finished rolling up and out of its way.A man
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Rothko Untitled 1961
Rothko Untitled 1961Rothko Untitled 1958Rothko Untitled 1949Rothko Untitled (I)
Dunny dares to ask, “May I continue to protect Ethan?”“After your repeated breaches, I’d be justified in removing you now. There must be standards for guardian angels, don’t you think? Something more than good intentions. The position ought to require greater ethics than those of United States senators and cardsharps.”Typhon rises from his chair, and Dunny gets quickly to his feet, as well.“Nevertheless, dear boy, I’m inclined to cut you , minute by minute, you must watch your step.”By foot, Dunny leaves the restaurant and follows the wharf into mists reverberant with the low, hollow notes of boat horns. Traveling by fog, by the moonlight above the fog, and by the idea of Palazzo Rospo in Bel Air, he departs and makes his journey and arrives all at the same time.some slack this one last time.”Dunny accepts his mentor’s offered handshake. “Thank you, sir.”“But understand that you’re on a minute-by-minute reprieve. If you can’t operate within the terms of agreement, then your authority and powers will be at once revoked, and you will instantly be sent will be fending for himself.”“I’ll walk the line.”Putting one hand on Dunny’s shoulder, squeezing affectionately, like a father counseling a son, Typhon says, “Dear boy, you’ve walked a crooked line so long that keeping to a straight one isn’t easy. But now
Dunny dares to ask, “May I continue to protect Ethan?”“After your repeated breaches, I’d be justified in removing you now. There must be standards for guardian angels, don’t you think? Something more than good intentions. The position ought to require greater ethics than those of United States senators and cardsharps.”Typhon rises from his chair, and Dunny gets quickly to his feet, as well.“Nevertheless, dear boy, I’m inclined to cut you , minute by minute, you must watch your step.”By foot, Dunny leaves the restaurant and follows the wharf into mists reverberant with the low, hollow notes of boat horns. Traveling by fog, by the moonlight above the fog, and by the idea of Palazzo Rospo in Bel Air, he departs and makes his journey and arrives all at the same time.some slack this one last time.”Dunny accepts his mentor’s offered handshake. “Thank you, sir.”“But understand that you’re on a minute-by-minute reprieve. If you can’t operate within the terms of agreement, then your authority and powers will be at once revoked, and you will instantly be sent will be fending for himself.”“I’ll walk the line.”Putting one hand on Dunny’s shoulder, squeezing affectionately, like a father counseling a son, Typhon says, “Dear boy, you’ve walked a crooked line so long that keeping to a straight one isn’t easy. But now
Friday, December 19, 2008
Edward Hopper Lighthouse Hill painting
Edward Hopper Lighthouse Hill paintingEdward Hopper Hotel Room paintingEdward Hopper Hotel Lobby painting
practice at this sort of thing ensured that Corky drew as little fumes into his lungs as possible and that none of Shell Oil’s finest got in his mouth. The flow came quickly as he tucked the longer end into the first can.When four gallons had been drawn and both cans filled, Corky carried the containers up to the ground floor. He left the trailing end of the siphon to Brittina Dowd. Her long hair offered tinder, but she didn’t have much fat to feed the fire.After pouring no more than a quart of fuel in the bathroom, he distributed perhaps half a gallon over the rumpled bedclothes. He didn’t prime the two other small upstairs rooms because he’d never been in them and because he didn’t need to saturate every corner to achieve the effect spill a stream of gasoline on the garage floor.[398] He returned for the four aerosol cans. In the kitchen, he placed two of these on the lowest rack of the bottom oven. He left the other two on the lowest rack of the top oven.On his way upstairs with one of the two-gallon cans, he switched off the thermostat on the main floor, and then the thermostat on the upper floor. This would prevent the electric starter from striking a spark in the natural-gas furnace and possibly triggering an explosion of accumulated gasoline fumes before Corky had left the house.Leaving the cap on the can, pouring from the spout, he liberally splashed the pale naked body of
practice at this sort of thing ensured that Corky drew as little fumes into his lungs as possible and that none of Shell Oil’s finest got in his mouth. The flow came quickly as he tucked the longer end into the first can.When four gallons had been drawn and both cans filled, Corky carried the containers up to the ground floor. He left the trailing end of the siphon to Brittina Dowd. Her long hair offered tinder, but she didn’t have much fat to feed the fire.After pouring no more than a quart of fuel in the bathroom, he distributed perhaps half a gallon over the rumpled bedclothes. He didn’t prime the two other small upstairs rooms because he’d never been in them and because he didn’t need to saturate every corner to achieve the effect spill a stream of gasoline on the garage floor.[398] He returned for the four aerosol cans. In the kitchen, he placed two of these on the lowest rack of the bottom oven. He left the other two on the lowest rack of the top oven.On his way upstairs with one of the two-gallon cans, he switched off the thermostat on the main floor, and then the thermostat on the upper floor. This would prevent the electric starter from striking a spark in the natural-gas furnace and possibly triggering an explosion of accumulated gasoline fumes before Corky had left the house.Leaving the cap on the can, pouring from the spout, he liberally splashed the pale naked body of
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Rembrandt Rembrandt night watch painting
Rembrandt Rembrandt night watch paintingLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Flaming June painting
look and the well-suppressed but still-apparent nervous edge of one who had spent two-thirds of his life in arduous scholarship, only to find that the hammers wielded by HMOs, government bureaucracy, and greedy trial attorneys were daily degrading his profession and destroying the medical system to which he’d at the corners. He frequently licked his lips. Stress lent a gray tint to his pallor. Unfortunately for his peace of mind, he seemed to be a bright man who would not much longer be able to delude himself into believing that the quicksand under his feet was actually solid ground.Although he was not Duncan Whistler’s personal
Unknown Artist Jim Dine Hearts painting internist, Dr. O’Brien had been the physician on duty when Dunny had gone flatline. He had overseen resuscitation procedures and had made the final call to cease heroic efforts. The death certificate carried his signature.Dr. O’Brien brought with him the complete patient file in three thickly packed folders. During their discussion, he gradually spread the entire contents across one of the tables.They sat side by side in the orange pseudochairs, the better to review the documents together.Dunny’s coma resulted from cerebral hypoxia, a lack of adequate oxygen to the brain for an extended period of time. Results revealed on EEG scrolls and by brain-imaging tests—angiography, CT scanning, MRI—led inescapably to the conclusion that if he had ever regained consciousness, he
look and the well-suppressed but still-apparent nervous edge of one who had spent two-thirds of his life in arduous scholarship, only to find that the hammers wielded by HMOs, government bureaucracy, and greedy trial attorneys were daily degrading his profession and destroying the medical system to which he’d at the corners. He frequently licked his lips. Stress lent a gray tint to his pallor. Unfortunately for his peace of mind, he seemed to be a bright man who would not much longer be able to delude himself into believing that the quicksand under his feet was actually solid ground.Although he was not Duncan Whistler’s personal
Unknown Artist Jim Dine Hearts painting internist, Dr. O’Brien had been the physician on duty when Dunny had gone flatline. He had overseen resuscitation procedures and had made the final call to cease heroic efforts. The death certificate carried his signature.Dr. O’Brien brought with him the complete patient file in three thickly packed folders. During their discussion, he gradually spread the entire contents across one of the tables.They sat side by side in the orange pseudochairs, the better to review the documents together.Dunny’s coma resulted from cerebral hypoxia, a lack of adequate oxygen to the brain for an extended period of time. Results revealed on EEG scrolls and by brain-imaging tests—angiography, CT scanning, MRI—led inescapably to the conclusion that if he had ever regained consciousness, he
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Edward Hopper Lighthouse Hill painting
Edward Hopper Lighthouse Hill paintingEdward Hopper Hotel Room paintingEdward Hopper Hotel Lobby painting
probably in an autopsy room elsewhere in the building, preparing to cut.More than a year ago, they had met at an anarchists’ mixer at the university where Corky taught. The catered food had been second-rate, the drinks slightly watered down, and the flower arrangements less than inspired, but the company had been engaging.On the third ring, Roman answered, and after Corky identified himself, he said, “Guess where I am?”“You’ve crawled up your own ass and can’t get out,” Roman said.He had an unconventional sense thing this isn’t a pay phone,” Corky said. “I don’t have any change, and none of the cheap stiffs here will lend me a quarter.”“Then it must be a faculty function. Nobody’s more miserly than a bunch of anticapitalist academics wallowing in the fat checks from the taxpayers.”“Some might see a wide vein of meanness in
Corky said with a severe note that wasn’t characteristic of him.[166] “They wouldn’t be mistaken. Cruelty is my creed, remember?”Roman was a Satanist. Hail the Prince of Darkness, that kind of stuff. Not all anarchists were also Satanists, but many Satanists were also anarchists.Corky knew one Buddhist who was an anarchist—a conflicted young woman. Otherwise, in his experience, the vast majority of anarchists were atheists.
probably in an autopsy room elsewhere in the building, preparing to cut.More than a year ago, they had met at an anarchists’ mixer at the university where Corky taught. The catered food had been second-rate, the drinks slightly watered down, and the flower arrangements less than inspired, but the company had been engaging.On the third ring, Roman answered, and after Corky identified himself, he said, “Guess where I am?”“You’ve crawled up your own ass and can’t get out,” Roman said.He had an unconventional sense thing this isn’t a pay phone,” Corky said. “I don’t have any change, and none of the cheap stiffs here will lend me a quarter.”“Then it must be a faculty function. Nobody’s more miserly than a bunch of anticapitalist academics wallowing in the fat checks from the taxpayers.”“Some might see a wide vein of meanness in
Corky said with a severe note that wasn’t characteristic of him.[166] “They wouldn’t be mistaken. Cruelty is my creed, remember?”Roman was a Satanist. Hail the Prince of Darkness, that kind of stuff. Not all anarchists were also Satanists, but many Satanists were also anarchists.Corky knew one Buddhist who was an anarchist—a conflicted young woman. Otherwise, in his experience, the vast majority of anarchists were atheists.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Sung Kim Escape painting
Sung Kim Escape paintingSung Kim Cottage Stream paintingSung Kim Costa del Sol paintingSung Kim Coastal View painting
analyze his blood for traces of illicit chemicals, in case he’d been drugged without his knowledge. During the events at Reynerd’s apartment house, he had almost seemed to be in an altered state of consciousness.Now, rooms he’d already searched and then into new territory, arriving at last in the kitchen. Shattered glass sparkled on the breakfast table and littered the floor.Also on the floor lay the silver picture frame missing from the desk in the study. The photo of Hannah had been stripped out of it.Whoever had taken the picture had been in too great a hurry leaving the steamy bathroom, he felt no less disoriented than when, after being gut shot, he had found himself behind the wheel of the Expedition once more, unharmed.Whatever had happened—or had only seemed to happen—at the mirror, he no longer entirely trusted his senses. As a consequence, he proceeded with greater caution than before, assuming that yet again things might not be as they appeared to be.He passed through
analyze his blood for traces of illicit chemicals, in case he’d been drugged without his knowledge. During the events at Reynerd’s apartment house, he had almost seemed to be in an altered state of consciousness.Now, rooms he’d already searched and then into new territory, arriving at last in the kitchen. Shattered glass sparkled on the breakfast table and littered the floor.Also on the floor lay the silver picture frame missing from the desk in the study. The photo of Hannah had been stripped out of it.Whoever had taken the picture had been in too great a hurry leaving the steamy bathroom, he felt no less disoriented than when, after being gut shot, he had found himself behind the wheel of the Expedition once more, unharmed.Whatever had happened—or had only seemed to happen—at the mirror, he no longer entirely trusted his senses. As a consequence, he proceeded with greater caution than before, assuming that yet again things might not be as they appeared to be.He passed through
Guido Reni Salome with the head of St John the Baptist painting
Guido Reni Salome with the head of St John the Baptist paintingGuido Reni Cleopatra paintingGuido Reni Reni Charity paintingFrancois Boucher The Setting of the Sun painting
BEYOND THE BEVELED GLASS, THE IRON-BLACK clouds that had masked the sky now hid themselves behind gray veils of trailing mist. The wind went elsewhere with its lamentations, and the sodden trees stood as still and solemn as witnesses to a funeral cortege.The gray day drifted into the eye of the storm, and from each of his three study windows, Ethan observed the mourning weather while meditating on the meaning of the apple in the context of the five bizarre items that had preceded it. Nature peered back at him through a milky cataract his employer. Then the doll’s eye might be a worm of sorts, a symbol of a particular corruption at the core of fame, and therefore an accusation, indictment, and condemnation of the Face.For twelve years, the actor had been the biggest box-office draw in the world. Since his first hit, the celebrity-mad media referred to him as the Face.This flattering sobriquet supposedly had arisen simultaneously from
BEYOND THE BEVELED GLASS, THE IRON-BLACK clouds that had masked the sky now hid themselves behind gray veils of trailing mist. The wind went elsewhere with its lamentations, and the sodden trees stood as still and solemn as witnesses to a funeral cortege.The gray day drifted into the eye of the storm, and from each of his three study windows, Ethan observed the mourning weather while meditating on the meaning of the apple in the context of the five bizarre items that had preceded it. Nature peered back at him through a milky cataract his employer. Then the doll’s eye might be a worm of sorts, a symbol of a particular corruption at the core of fame, and therefore an accusation, indictment, and condemnation of the Face.For twelve years, the actor had been the biggest box-office draw in the world. Since his first hit, the celebrity-mad media referred to him as the Face.This flattering sobriquet supposedly had arisen simultaneously from
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Jean Fragonard Young Girl Reading painting
Jean Fragonard Young Girl Reading paintingJean Fragonard The Stolen Kiss paintingJean Fragonard The Musical Contest paintingJean Fragonard The Love Letter painting
so, the boldest should pardon you. But is it not really your good sense that revolts?''No, I am afraid,' said Frodo. 'Simply afraid. But I am glad to have heard you speak so fully. My mind is clearer now.'`Then you will come to Minas Tirith? ' cried Boromir. His eyes were shining and his face eager.`You misunderstand me,' said Frodo.'But you will come, at least for a while? ' Boromir persisted. 'My city is not far now; and it is little further from there to Mordor than from here. We have been long in the wilderness, and you need news of what the Enemy is doing before you make a move. ; but Frodo felt the hand trembling with suppressed excitement. He stepped quickly away, and eyed with alarm the tall Man, nearly twice his height and many times his match in strength.`Why are you so unfriendly? ' said Boromir. `I am a true man, neither thief nor tracker. I need your Ring: that you know now; but I give you my word that I do not desire to keep it. Will you not at least let me make trial of my plan? Lend me the Ring! '`No! no! ' cried Frodo. 'The Council laid it upon me to bear it.'`It is by our own folly that the Enemy will defeat us,' cried Boromir. `How it angers me! Fool! Obstinate
so, the boldest should pardon you. But is it not really your good sense that revolts?''No, I am afraid,' said Frodo. 'Simply afraid. But I am glad to have heard you speak so fully. My mind is clearer now.'`Then you will come to Minas Tirith? ' cried Boromir. His eyes were shining and his face eager.`You misunderstand me,' said Frodo.'But you will come, at least for a while? ' Boromir persisted. 'My city is not far now; and it is little further from there to Mordor than from here. We have been long in the wilderness, and you need news of what the Enemy is doing before you make a move. ; but Frodo felt the hand trembling with suppressed excitement. He stepped quickly away, and eyed with alarm the tall Man, nearly twice his height and many times his match in strength.`Why are you so unfriendly? ' said Boromir. `I am a true man, neither thief nor tracker. I need your Ring: that you know now; but I give you my word that I do not desire to keep it. Will you not at least let me make trial of my plan? Lend me the Ring! '`No! no! ' cried Frodo. 'The Council laid it upon me to bear it.'`It is by our own folly that the Enemy will defeat us,' cried Boromir. `How it angers me! Fool! Obstinate
Friday, December 5, 2008
Mark Rothko Orange and Yellow painting
Mark Rothko Orange and Yellow paintingMark Rothko Orange and Yellow painting
to be still standing on guard by the closed door. Frodo breathed heavily and leaned against Sam, who put his arms about him. They stood peering up the stairs into the darkness. Frodo thought he could hear the voice of Gandalf above, muttering words that ran down the sloping roof with a sighing echo. He could not catch what was said. The walls seemed to be trembling. Every now and again the drum-beats throbbed and rolled: doom, doom.Suddenly at the top of the stair there was a stab of white light. Then there was a dull rumble and a heavy thud. The drum-beats broke out wildly: doom-boom, doom-boom, and then stopped. Gandalf came flying
Alfred Gockel Endless Love paintingWassily Kandinsky Yellow Red Blue painting
'We cannot leave you to hold the door alone! ' said Aragorn.`Do as I say! ' said Gandalf fiercely. `Swords are no more use here. Go!'The passage was lit by no shaft and was utterly dark. They groped their way down a long flight of steps, and then looked back; but they could see nothing, except high above them the faint glimmer of the wizard's staff. He seemeddown the steps and fell to the ground in the midst of the Company.`Well, well! That's over! ' said the wizard struggling to his feet. `I have done all that I could. But I have met my match, and have nearly been destroyed. But don't stand here! Go on! You will have to do without light for a while: I am rather shaken. Go on! Go on! Where are you, Gimli? Come ahead with me! Keep close behind, all of you!'
to be still standing on guard by the closed door. Frodo breathed heavily and leaned against Sam, who put his arms about him. They stood peering up the stairs into the darkness. Frodo thought he could hear the voice of Gandalf above, muttering words that ran down the sloping roof with a sighing echo. He could not catch what was said. The walls seemed to be trembling. Every now and again the drum-beats throbbed and rolled: doom, doom.Suddenly at the top of the stair there was a stab of white light. Then there was a dull rumble and a heavy thud. The drum-beats broke out wildly: doom-boom, doom-boom, and then stopped. Gandalf came flying
Alfred Gockel Endless Love paintingWassily Kandinsky Yellow Red Blue painting
'We cannot leave you to hold the door alone! ' said Aragorn.`Do as I say! ' said Gandalf fiercely. `Swords are no more use here. Go!'The passage was lit by no shaft and was utterly dark. They groped their way down a long flight of steps, and then looked back; but they could see nothing, except high above them the faint glimmer of the wizard's staff. He seemeddown the steps and fell to the ground in the midst of the Company.`Well, well! That's over! ' said the wizard struggling to his feet. `I have done all that I could. But I have met my match, and have nearly been destroyed. But don't stand here! Go on! You will have to do without light for a while: I am rather shaken. Go on! Go on! Where are you, Gimli? Come ahead with me! Keep close behind, all of you!'
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Warren Kimble paintings
Warren Kimble paintingsWilliam Merritt Chase paintings
you have come, and that was all the purpose of my message. And here you will stay, Gandalf the Grey, and rest from journeys. For I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman Ring-maker, Saruman of Many Colours! "'I looked then and saw that his robes, which by you, but to give you a choice."'He drew himself up then and began to declaim, as if he were making a speech long rehearsed. "The Elder Days are gone. The Middle Days are passing. The Younger Days are beginning. The time of the Elves is over, but our time is at hand: the world of Men, which we must rule. But we
William Bouguereau paintingsYue Minjun paintings
had seemed white, were not so, but were woven of all colours. and if he moved they shimmered and changed hue so that the eye was bewildered.' "I liked white better," I said.' "White! " he sneered. "It serves as a beginning. White cloth may be dyed. The white page can be overwritten; and the white light can be broken."' "In which case it is no longer white," said I. "And he that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom."' "You need not speak to me as to one of the fools that you take for friends," said he. "I have not brought you hither to be instructed
you have come, and that was all the purpose of my message. And here you will stay, Gandalf the Grey, and rest from journeys. For I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman Ring-maker, Saruman of Many Colours! "'I looked then and saw that his robes, which by you, but to give you a choice."'He drew himself up then and began to declaim, as if he were making a speech long rehearsed. "The Elder Days are gone. The Middle Days are passing. The Younger Days are beginning. The time of the Elves is over, but our time is at hand: the world of Men, which we must rule. But we
William Bouguereau paintingsYue Minjun paintings
had seemed white, were not so, but were woven of all colours. and if he moved they shimmered and changed hue so that the eye was bewildered.' "I liked white better," I said.' "White! " he sneered. "It serves as a beginning. White cloth may be dyed. The white page can be overwritten; and the white light can be broken."' "In which case it is no longer white," said I. "And he that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom."' "You need not speak to me as to one of the fools that you take for friends," said he. "I have not brought you hither to be instructed
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Remington The Trooper
Remington The TrooperRemington The Moose HuntRemington Pretty Mother of the NightRemington Pool in the Desert
Mind that! But you need ask no questions. And if I'm not with him, he may be in trouble, and he may need help. Do whatever you can for him, and I'll be grateful, he says. And here you are, and trouble is not far off, seemingly.''What do you mean?' asked Frodo.'These black men,' said the landlord lowering his voice. 'They're looking for Baggins, and if they mean well, then I'm a hobbit. It was on Monday, and all the dogs were yammering and the geese screaming. Uncanny, I called it. Nob, he came and told me that two black men were at the door asking for a hobbit called Baggins. Nob's hair was all stood on end. I bid the black fellows be off, and slammed the door on them; but they've been asking the same question all the way to Archet, I hear. And that Ranger, Strider, he's been asking questions, too. Tried to get in here to see you, before you'd had bite or sup, he did.''He did!' said Strider suddenly, coming forward into the light. 'And much trouble would have been saved, if you had let him in, Barliman.'The landlord jumped with surprise. 'You!' he cried. 'You're always popping up. What do you want now?''He's here with my leave,' said Frodo. 'He came to offer me his help.''Well, you maybe,' said Mr. Butterbur, looking suspiciously at Strider.
Mind that! But you need ask no questions. And if I'm not with him, he may be in trouble, and he may need help. Do whatever you can for him, and I'll be grateful, he says. And here you are, and trouble is not far off, seemingly.''What do you mean?' asked Frodo.'These black men,' said the landlord lowering his voice. 'They're looking for Baggins, and if they mean well, then I'm a hobbit. It was on Monday, and all the dogs were yammering and the geese screaming. Uncanny, I called it. Nob, he came and told me that two black men were at the door asking for a hobbit called Baggins. Nob's hair was all stood on end. I bid the black fellows be off, and slammed the door on them; but they've been asking the same question all the way to Archet, I hear. And that Ranger, Strider, he's been asking questions, too. Tried to get in here to see you, before you'd had bite or sup, he did.''He did!' said Strider suddenly, coming forward into the light. 'And much trouble would have been saved, if you had let him in, Barliman.'The landlord jumped with surprise. 'You!' he cried. 'You're always popping up. What do you want now?''He's here with my leave,' said Frodo. 'He came to offer me his help.''Well, you maybe,' said Mr. Butterbur, looking suspiciously at Strider.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Leader On The Stour Near Flatford Mill Suffolk
Leader On The Stour Near Flatford Mill SuffolkLeader Derwentwater From Ladore Morning With Skiddaw In The DistanceLeader A Peep Through The PinesHarlamoff The Flower Girl
among the trees ahead. The Maggots, and the Puddifoots of Stock, and most of the inhabitants of the Marish, were house-dwellers; and this farm was stoutly built of brick and had a high wall all round it. There was a wide wooden gate opening out of the wall into the lane.Suddenly as they drew nearer a terrific baying and barking broad thick-set hobbit with a round red face. ‘Hallo! Hallo! And who may you be, and what may you be wanting?’ he asked.‘Good afternoon, Mr. Maggot!’ said Pippin.The farmer looked at him closely. ‘Well, if it isn’t Master Pippin - Mr. Peregrin Took, I should say!’ he cried, changing from a scowl to a grin. ‘It’s a long time since I saw you round here. It’s lucky for you that I know you. I was just going out to set my dogs on any strangers. There are some funny things going on today. Of course, we do get queer folk wandering in these parts at times. Too near the River,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘But this fellow was the most outlandish I have ever set eyes on. He won’t cross my land without leave a second time, not if I can stop it.’broke out, and a loud voice was heard shouting: ‘Grip! Fang! Wolf! Come on, lads!’Frodo and Sam stopped dead, but Pippin walked on a few paces. The gate opened and three huge dogs came pelting out into the lane, and dashed towards the travellers, barking fiercely. They took no notice of Pippin; but Sam shrank against the wall, while two wolvish-looking dogs sniffed at him suspiciously, and snarled if he moved. The largest and most ferocious of the three halted in front of Frodo, bristling and growling.Through the gate there now appeared a
among the trees ahead. The Maggots, and the Puddifoots of Stock, and most of the inhabitants of the Marish, were house-dwellers; and this farm was stoutly built of brick and had a high wall all round it. There was a wide wooden gate opening out of the wall into the lane.Suddenly as they drew nearer a terrific baying and barking broad thick-set hobbit with a round red face. ‘Hallo! Hallo! And who may you be, and what may you be wanting?’ he asked.‘Good afternoon, Mr. Maggot!’ said Pippin.The farmer looked at him closely. ‘Well, if it isn’t Master Pippin - Mr. Peregrin Took, I should say!’ he cried, changing from a scowl to a grin. ‘It’s a long time since I saw you round here. It’s lucky for you that I know you. I was just going out to set my dogs on any strangers. There are some funny things going on today. Of course, we do get queer folk wandering in these parts at times. Too near the River,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘But this fellow was the most outlandish I have ever set eyes on. He won’t cross my land without leave a second time, not if I can stop it.’broke out, and a loud voice was heard shouting: ‘Grip! Fang! Wolf! Come on, lads!’Frodo and Sam stopped dead, but Pippin walked on a few paces. The gate opened and three huge dogs came pelting out into the lane, and dashed towards the travellers, barking fiercely. They took no notice of Pippin; but Sam shrank against the wall, while two wolvish-looking dogs sniffed at him suspiciously, and snarled if he moved. The largest and most ferocious of the three halted in front of Frodo, bristling and growling.Through the gate there now appeared a
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