Jack Vettriano The Party's OverJack Vettriano The Parlour of TemptationJack Vettriano The Opening Gambit
over (pun intended), but let me tell you, Young People Fucking is one of the funniest no-holds-barred sex comedies ever made. It has a very independent and personal feel to it, but that's what makes it so damn good. Even if it's just to find out what he said, Young People Fucking is definitely worth watching, especially with a significant other.
I hope I've been able to introduce everyone to a few more great must-see movies that they've never seen. Not everyone will love all of them, but I guarantee there is something unique to discover in every last one. Support an indie filmmaker today and watch one of these 19.I'm adding it here to emphasize to everyone (and Fox) again that they really did make a big mistake in delaying it. We should've all seen Taken already, as it was originally sides of town (and religions) and their desire to make their own Rambo movie in the 1980s might sound simple, but it is loaded with layers that have an undeniable heartwarming its lead actor, Jimmy Tsai, and its director, Jessica Yu, deserve plenty of praise
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Renoir Femme nue couchee
Renoir Femme nue coucheeRenoir Doges' Palace, VeniceRenoir Dance in the Country IRenoir Dance in the City I
Zaphod knocked his two heads together in irritation and gritted his teeth. "OK," he said. " The voice circuits sprang to lifeain. "Why hello there!" they said (ticker tape, ticker tape). "All I want to do is make your day nicer and nicer and nicer ..." "Yeah well shut up and work something out for me." "Sure thing," chattered the you want a probability forecast based on ..." "Improbability data, yeah." "OK," the . "Here's an interesting little notion. Did you realize that most people's lives are governed by telephone numbers?" A pained look crawled across one of Zaphod's faces and on to the other one. "Have you flipped?" he said. "No, but you will when I tell you that ..." Trillian gasped. She scrabbled at the buttons on the Improbability flight path screen. "Telephone number?" she said. "Did that thing say telephone number?" Numbers flashed up on the screen.paused politely, but now it continued. "What I was about to say was that ..." "Don't bother please," said Trillian. "Look, what is this?" said Zaphod. "I don't know," said Trillian, "but those aliens - they're on the way up to the bridge with that wretched robot. Can we pick them up on any monitor cameras?"
Zaphod knocked his two heads together in irritation and gritted his teeth. "OK," he said. " The voice circuits sprang to lifeain. "Why hello there!" they said (ticker tape, ticker tape). "All I want to do is make your day nicer and nicer and nicer ..." "Yeah well shut up and work something out for me." "Sure thing," chattered the you want a probability forecast based on ..." "Improbability data, yeah." "OK," the . "Here's an interesting little notion. Did you realize that most people's lives are governed by telephone numbers?" A pained look crawled across one of Zaphod's faces and on to the other one. "Have you flipped?" he said. "No, but you will when I tell you that ..." Trillian gasped. She scrabbled at the buttons on the Improbability flight path screen. "Telephone number?" she said. "Did that thing say telephone number?" Numbers flashed up on the screen.paused politely, but now it continued. "What I was about to say was that ..." "Don't bother please," said Trillian. "Look, what is this?" said Zaphod. "I don't know," said Trillian, "but those aliens - they're on the way up to the bridge with that wretched robot. Can we pick them up on any monitor cameras?"
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Millais View Near Hampstead
Millais View Near HampsteadMillais Chill OctoberMillais Sweetest eyes were ever seenMillais Louise Jopling
With people all over the globe spending billions of dollars on skin-care products every year, you'd think cosmetics companies had replicated the fountain of youth in the laboratory. In fact, skin creams have gotten more and more expensive and less and less based on real science. According to most experts who aren't hawking half-ounce jars of $200 youth serum, the behind skin care is simpler than most of us think.
As with most benefits, it comes down to , rather than how much you can afford to spend on products. The things you can do to beautify your skin are remarkably similar to what you can do to strengthen your heart, control your weight, lift your mood and live longer and better: Get regular exercise, sleep enough and eat well. Of course, what you can eat to improve your skin tone, texture, evenness and clarity might be different from what you eat to avoid, say, heart disease.
So what are we looking at when it comes to a beautiful-skin diet? In this
With people all over the globe spending billions of dollars on skin-care products every year, you'd think cosmetics companies had replicated the fountain of youth in the laboratory. In fact, skin creams have gotten more and more expensive and less and less based on real science. According to most experts who aren't hawking half-ounce jars of $200 youth serum, the behind skin care is simpler than most of us think.
As with most benefits, it comes down to , rather than how much you can afford to spend on products. The things you can do to beautify your skin are remarkably similar to what you can do to strengthen your heart, control your weight, lift your mood and live longer and better: Get regular exercise, sleep enough and eat well. Of course, what you can eat to improve your skin tone, texture, evenness and clarity might be different from what you eat to avoid, say, heart disease.
So what are we looking at when it comes to a beautiful-skin diet? In this
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Andreotti The Love Letter
Andreotti The Love LetterGjertson Asleep at LastManet Branch Of White Peonies With Pruning ShearsAndreotti A Tender Moment in the Garden
Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth. Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them. He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day. In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.the friends he had made on Earth as an eccentric, but a harmless one -- an unruly boozer with some oddish habits. For instance he would often gatecrash university parties, get badly drunk and start making fun of any astrophysicist he could find till he got thrown out. Sometimes he would get seized with oddly distracted moods and stare into the sky as if hypnotized until someone asked him Prosser, and stormed nervously off wondering why his brain was filled with a thousand hairy horsemen all shouting at him. By a curious coincidence, None at all is exactly how much suspicion the ape-descendant Arthur Dent had that one of his closest
Prefect was desperate that any flying saucer at all would arrive soon because fifteen years was a long time to get stranded anywhere, particularly somewhere as mindboggingly dull as the Earth. Ford wished that a flying saucer would arrive soon because he knew how to flag flying saucers down and get lifts from them. He knew how to see the Marvels of the Universe for less than thirty Altairan dollars a day. In fact, Ford Prefect was a roving researcher for that wholly remarkable book The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.the friends he had made on Earth as an eccentric, but a harmless one -- an unruly boozer with some oddish habits. For instance he would often gatecrash university parties, get badly drunk and start making fun of any astrophysicist he could find till he got thrown out. Sometimes he would get seized with oddly distracted moods and stare into the sky as if hypnotized until someone asked him Prosser, and stormed nervously off wondering why his brain was filled with a thousand hairy horsemen all shouting at him. By a curious coincidence, None at all is exactly how much suspicion the ape-descendant Arthur Dent had that one of his closest
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Gockel Sunset Promises II
Gockel Sunset Promises IIGockel Sunset Promises IGockel Sunset Landscape IIGockel Sun Fish II
That’s the deal. But you’d better get your ass in gear. The clock is ticking.”Grimacing like a man in an advertisement for a diarrhea remedy, Trotter looked Corky up and down, then said, “What the hell do you THIRD NETMAIL WAS FROM MR. HACHETTE.INSPECTOR TRUMAN: I MYSELF BITTERLY EXPRESS HEREWITH EXTREME DISPLEASURE AT BEING EXPECTED TO CREATE THE MOST SUPERIOR OF HAUTE CUISINE THAT I AM CAPABLE ON call that getup you’re wearing?”“Weatherproof,” Corky said.Now, more than an hour later, Trotter and his two-man crew had nearly completed preparations.During that time, Corky had entertained himself by studying the ruins of the half-demolished chateau from numerous angles.He had not, of course, worked with Trotter and his men. As Robin Goodfellow, he was a highly trained human weapon, a valued [517] government agent. Robin had signed up to pursue truth, justice, and adventure, but had never agreed to perform menial labor of any kind. James Bond does not dust furniture or do windows.Without his assistance, however, the blimp had been fully inflated.
That’s the deal. But you’d better get your ass in gear. The clock is ticking.”Grimacing like a man in an advertisement for a diarrhea remedy, Trotter looked Corky up and down, then said, “What the hell do you THIRD NETMAIL WAS FROM MR. HACHETTE.INSPECTOR TRUMAN: I MYSELF BITTERLY EXPRESS HEREWITH EXTREME DISPLEASURE AT BEING EXPECTED TO CREATE THE MOST SUPERIOR OF HAUTE CUISINE THAT I AM CAPABLE ON call that getup you’re wearing?”“Weatherproof,” Corky said.Now, more than an hour later, Trotter and his two-man crew had nearly completed preparations.During that time, Corky had entertained himself by studying the ruins of the half-demolished chateau from numerous angles.He had not, of course, worked with Trotter and his men. As Robin Goodfellow, he was a highly trained human weapon, a valued [517] government agent. Robin had signed up to pursue truth, justice, and adventure, but had never agreed to perform menial labor of any kind. James Bond does not dust furniture or do windows.Without his assistance, however, the blimp had been fully inflated.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Guido Reni Archangel Michael painting
Guido Reni Archangel Michael paintingGuido Reni The Coronation of the Virgin paintingGuido Reni Girl with a Rose painting
understand their concern, if only subconsciously, and never suggested hand-to-hand contact.Bart Simpson ran across a field of wrinkles, jumped in and out of folds of fabric, and made numerous faces as Mick got a Coke from an office refrigerator and returned to -company . Later today, just when you want it to happen, everything will go down.”“Without any more attention from you?”Mick grinned. “Slick, huh?”“Amazing,” Corky said.Mick tipped his head back to take a long swallow of Coke, and Corky drew the Glock, and when Mick lowered his head again, Corky blew him away.his chair at the .They talked about a rare adult video, supposedly produced in Japan, which was legendary among aficionados of sleaze; the film involved two men, two women, and one hermaphrodite, all costumed as Hitler. Mick had been chasing after this item for twelve years.The video didn’t sound all that interesting to Corky, but he didn’t have a chance to be bored by the conversation because in less than four minutes, the words on the c screen changed from GETTING IT ON to the succinct SATISFACTION.“Package delivered,” Mick said.[443] “That’s it?”“Yeah. The seeds have been planted in the phone-company, cable-company, and security
understand their concern, if only subconsciously, and never suggested hand-to-hand contact.Bart Simpson ran across a field of wrinkles, jumped in and out of folds of fabric, and made numerous faces as Mick got a Coke from an office refrigerator and returned to -company . Later today, just when you want it to happen, everything will go down.”“Without any more attention from you?”Mick grinned. “Slick, huh?”“Amazing,” Corky said.Mick tipped his head back to take a long swallow of Coke, and Corky drew the Glock, and when Mick lowered his head again, Corky blew him away.his chair at the .They talked about a rare adult video, supposedly produced in Japan, which was legendary among aficionados of sleaze; the film involved two men, two women, and one hermaphrodite, all costumed as Hitler. Mick had been chasing after this item for twelve years.The video didn’t sound all that interesting to Corky, but he didn’t have a chance to be bored by the conversation because in less than four minutes, the words on the c screen changed from GETTING IT ON to the succinct SATISFACTION.“Package delivered,” Mick said.[443] “That’s it?”“Yeah. The seeds have been planted in the phone-company, cable-company, and security
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Diego Rivera Nude with Calla Lilies painting
Diego Rivera Nude with Calla Lilies paintingGustav Klimt The Tree of Life paintingGustav Klimt Expectation (gold foil) painting
could curl up outside Mr. Truman’s apartment. If Mr. Truman or the McBees found him sleeping there, however, he would appear to be a gutless weenie and an embarrassment to the name Manheim.He decided that the library offered the best refuge. He always felt comfortable among books. And although the library lay on the second floor, which was as lonely as the third, it had no mirrors.The tree of angels greeted him.He recoiled from the winged multitude.Then. The basalts were all matte-finish black, not shiny. Two thousand years had worn the luster from the glaze on the Han pieces, and Fric had no concern that an ancient figure of a horse or a water jar made before the birth of Christ might serve as a peephole through which he could be watched by some wicked creature in a neighboring dimension.At the back of the library, a door led to a powder room. Using a straight- he realized that this evergreen featured not a single shiny ornament from which an evil other-dimensional entity could pass into this world or watch from another.Indeed, the dangling angels seemed to suggest that here was a protected place, true sanctuary.Throughout the massive chamber, the decorative urns and pots and amphorae and figurines were either Wedgwood basalts with Empire-period themes or Han Dynasty porcelains
could curl up outside Mr. Truman’s apartment. If Mr. Truman or the McBees found him sleeping there, however, he would appear to be a gutless weenie and an embarrassment to the name Manheim.He decided that the library offered the best refuge. He always felt comfortable among books. And although the library lay on the second floor, which was as lonely as the third, it had no mirrors.The tree of angels greeted him.He recoiled from the winged multitude.Then. The basalts were all matte-finish black, not shiny. Two thousand years had worn the luster from the glaze on the Han pieces, and Fric had no concern that an ancient figure of a horse or a water jar made before the birth of Christ might serve as a peephole through which he could be watched by some wicked creature in a neighboring dimension.At the back of the library, a door led to a powder room. Using a straight- he realized that this evergreen featured not a single shiny ornament from which an evil other-dimensional entity could pass into this world or watch from another.Indeed, the dangling angels seemed to suggest that here was a protected place, true sanctuary.Throughout the massive chamber, the decorative urns and pots and amphorae and figurines were either Wedgwood basalts with Empire-period themes or Han Dynasty porcelains
Friday, December 12, 2008
Thomas Kinkade Evening Glow painting
Thomas Kinkade Evening Glow paintingThomas Kinkade CHRISTMAS MEMORIES paintingThomas Kinkade Boston painting
stretch your authority past the snapping point?” Then he answers it: “Yes. But I’m inclined to give you one more chance.”Dunny swallows another oyster, which slides down his throat more easily than the one before it.“Many of the men and women in this bar,” says Typhon, “daily negotiate contracts with the intention of But, dear boy, that’s not my point.”“Sorry.”“My point is that breach of contract—betrayal in general—is an accepted part of their personal and business culture, just as human sacrifice was an accepted practice in the Aztec world. But betrayal isn’t something I accept. I’m not that cynical. Words, promises, and integrity matter to me. They matter deeply. I can’t do —I simply won’t—with people who give their word insincerely.”“I understand,” Dunny says. “I’m properly chastised.”breaching them. The people with whom they negotiate fully expect to be victimized or to breach certain terms themselves. Eventually angry accusations are exchanged, attorneys are brandished, legal actions are served if not filed, and amidst bitter charges and vehement countercharges, a settlement is arranged out of court. After all this, and sometimes even during it, the same parties are engaged in negotiating other contracts with each other, contracts which they also intend to breach.”“The film is an asylum,” Dunny observes.“Yes, it is.
stretch your authority past the snapping point?” Then he answers it: “Yes. But I’m inclined to give you one more chance.”Dunny swallows another oyster, which slides down his throat more easily than the one before it.“Many of the men and women in this bar,” says Typhon, “daily negotiate contracts with the intention of But, dear boy, that’s not my point.”“Sorry.”“My point is that breach of contract—betrayal in general—is an accepted part of their personal and business culture, just as human sacrifice was an accepted practice in the Aztec world. But betrayal isn’t something I accept. I’m not that cynical. Words, promises, and integrity matter to me. They matter deeply. I can’t do —I simply won’t—with people who give their word insincerely.”“I understand,” Dunny says. “I’m properly chastised.”breaching them. The people with whom they negotiate fully expect to be victimized or to breach certain terms themselves. Eventually angry accusations are exchanged, attorneys are brandished, legal actions are served if not filed, and amidst bitter charges and vehement countercharges, a settlement is arranged out of court. After all this, and sometimes even during it, the same parties are engaged in negotiating other contracts with each other, contracts which they also intend to breach.”“The film is an asylum,” Dunny observes.“Yes, it is.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Camille Pissarro The Harvest 1882 painting
Camille Pissarro The Harvest 1882 paintingCamille Pissarro The garden at Pontoise 1877 paintingCamille Pissarro Louveciennes The Road to Versailles paintingCamille Pissarro Landscape at Chaponval painting
incapable of harming a fly.Regardless of how fly-loving Nemo might or might not be, Reynerd troweled on the sincerity as thickly as he might have done lessons to preschoolers on an early-morning TV program.If his acting had been this dreadful when he’d was provided by Reynerd’s blue eyes and by the bright designs that enlivened the two bags of potato chips that flanked him on the sofa.The bag to his left offered Hawaiian-style chips. The bag to his right held a sour-cream-and-chive variety. Mr. Gourmet.Hazard had not forgotten Ethan’s enigmatic but intense warning about snack-food containers.Both bags were open, standing upright, plump enough to be full. Hazard detected the faint oily aroma of the chips.If the bags contained handguns as well as chips, Hazard wasn’t able [142] to smell the weapons. He couldn’t see them, either, because the bags, made of foil, were not transparentappeared on those soap operas, the writers must have been frantic to script Reynerd into a deadly car accident or a lightning-quick terminal brain tumor. The audience might have preferred a bloody end for him, by shotgun in an elevator.Furniture, carpet, blinds, photographs of birds: Everything in the apartment was black-and-white. On the TV, in an old black-and-white movie, Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert showed Reynerd how it ought to be done.In black slacks and a black-and-white sport shirt, the sincere friend of Jerry Nemo had coordinated his wardrobe with the decor.At the suggestion of his host, Hazard settled in an armchair. He perched on the edge, the better to get up fast.table, pausing Gable in midspeech and Colbert in reaction. He sat on the sofa.The only color in the room
incapable of harming a fly.Regardless of how fly-loving Nemo might or might not be, Reynerd troweled on the sincerity as thickly as he might have done lessons to preschoolers on an early-morning TV program.If his acting had been this dreadful when he’d was provided by Reynerd’s blue eyes and by the bright designs that enlivened the two bags of potato chips that flanked him on the sofa.The bag to his left offered Hawaiian-style chips. The bag to his right held a sour-cream-and-chive variety. Mr. Gourmet.Hazard had not forgotten Ethan’s enigmatic but intense warning about snack-food containers.Both bags were open, standing upright, plump enough to be full. Hazard detected the faint oily aroma of the chips.If the bags contained handguns as well as chips, Hazard wasn’t able [142] to smell the weapons. He couldn’t see them, either, because the bags, made of foil, were not transparentappeared on those soap operas, the writers must have been frantic to script Reynerd into a deadly car accident or a lightning-quick terminal brain tumor. The audience might have preferred a bloody end for him, by shotgun in an elevator.Furniture, carpet, blinds, photographs of birds: Everything in the apartment was black-and-white. On the TV, in an old black-and-white movie, Clark Gable and Claudette Colbert showed Reynerd how it ought to be done.In black slacks and a black-and-white sport shirt, the sincere friend of Jerry Nemo had coordinated his wardrobe with the decor.At the suggestion of his host, Hazard settled in an armchair. He perched on the edge, the better to get up fast.table, pausing Gable in midspeech and Colbert in reaction. He sat on the sofa.The only color in the room
Theodore Robinson Man with Scythe painting
Theodore Robinson Man with Scythe paintingTheodore Robinson Figure in a Landscape paintingTheodore Robinson Girl with Goat paintingAlexandre Cabanel Phedre painting
Jose lived for his wife and four children. While Pomp dealt with the paperwork supplied by the attendant, Ethan asked Jose to see the latest wallet photographs of Maria and the kids.Once formalities were completed, Toledano led them through an inner room. Instead of a vinyl-tile floor as in the reception area, this chamber featured white ceramic tile with only sixteenth-inch grout joints: an easy surface to sterilize in the event that it became contaminated with bodily fluids.Although continually cycled through sophisticated filters, the cold air carried a faint but unpleasant scent. Most people didn’t die smelling of shampoo, soap, and cologne.Four standard stainless-steel morgue drawers might have held bodies, but two cadavers on gurneys made an immediate impression. Both were draped with sheets.[52] A third gurney stood empty, trailing a tangled shroud, and to this one Toledano proceeded with a stupefied expression. “This was him. Right here.”Frowning with confusion, Toledano peeled the sheets back from the heads of the other two cadavers. Neither was Dunny Whistler.One at a time, he pulled open the four stainless-steel drawers. They were empty.Because the hospital sent the vast majority of \than to funeral room was small by the standards of the city morgue. All possible
Jose lived for his wife and four children. While Pomp dealt with the paperwork supplied by the attendant, Ethan asked Jose to see the latest wallet photographs of Maria and the kids.Once formalities were completed, Toledano led them through an inner room. Instead of a vinyl-tile floor as in the reception area, this chamber featured white ceramic tile with only sixteenth-inch grout joints: an easy surface to sterilize in the event that it became contaminated with bodily fluids.Although continually cycled through sophisticated filters, the cold air carried a faint but unpleasant scent. Most people didn’t die smelling of shampoo, soap, and cologne.Four standard stainless-steel morgue drawers might have held bodies, but two cadavers on gurneys made an immediate impression. Both were draped with sheets.[52] A third gurney stood empty, trailing a tangled shroud, and to this one Toledano proceeded with a stupefied expression. “This was him. Right here.”Frowning with confusion, Toledano peeled the sheets back from the heads of the other two cadavers. Neither was Dunny Whistler.One at a time, he pulled open the four stainless-steel drawers. They were empty.Because the hospital sent the vast majority of \than to funeral room was small by the standards of the city morgue. All possible
Monday, December 8, 2008
Claude Monet Chrysanthemums painting
Claude Monet Chrysanthemums paintingClaude Monet Camille Monet in the Garden paintingClaude Monet Blue Water Lilies paintingClaude Monet Banks of the Seine painting
teachers have been instructed not to touch them. The mess that ensues, and the visits to hospital because cream gets in their eyes, would be funny were it not so ridiculous. Equally absurd are the letters informing parents that children should not birthday cakes into school in case of food poisoning — a position that results in children being less likely to share.Nevertheless, our children are frightened to go outside because, as the think-tank Demos and the Green Alliance demonstrated a few years ago, they fear the outside world. They think the streets are full of terrorists, murderers and child-abductors. Worse, they think they know what they look like. They are white, male, middle-aged, wear horrible clothes and have a funny look in their eyes.But children would not feel like this if adults did not encourage them. It is adult fear, stoked by government and insurers, by risk assessors and hospital and school managers. If we aren’t careful,
So what is all this about? First, there is a real fear of being sued, far greater than the actual numbers of cases would warrant. Second, there is a fear of what others might think. We have begun to internalise the messages that people might think we are abusers when we are not. Third, we are fearful of our children being injured, being killed, being abducted. Yet, in terms of ordinary accidents happening to children, the numbers have gone down dramatically rather than up over the last 30 years.
teachers have been instructed not to touch them. The mess that ensues, and the visits to hospital because cream gets in their eyes, would be funny were it not so ridiculous. Equally absurd are the letters informing parents that children should not birthday cakes into school in case of food poisoning — a position that results in children being less likely to share.Nevertheless, our children are frightened to go outside because, as the think-tank Demos and the Green Alliance demonstrated a few years ago, they fear the outside world. They think the streets are full of terrorists, murderers and child-abductors. Worse, they think they know what they look like. They are white, male, middle-aged, wear horrible clothes and have a funny look in their eyes.But children would not feel like this if adults did not encourage them. It is adult fear, stoked by government and insurers, by risk assessors and hospital and school managers. If we aren’t careful,
So what is all this about? First, there is a real fear of being sued, far greater than the actual numbers of cases would warrant. Second, there is a fear of what others might think. We have begun to internalise the messages that people might think we are abusers when we are not. Third, we are fearful of our children being injured, being killed, being abducted. Yet, in terms of ordinary accidents happening to children, the numbers have gone down dramatically rather than up over the last 30 years.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Vincent van Gogh Mulberry Tree painting
Vincent van Gogh Mulberry Tree paintingVincent van Gogh Bedroom Arles painting
for a time, as we walked in gladness on the fair paths of Lórien.'`Yet our is great and our loss cannot be mended,' said Frodo. 'Gandalf was our guide, and he led us through Moria; and when our escape seemed beyond hope he saved us, and he fell.''Tell us now the full tale! ' said Celeborn:Then Aragorn recounted all that had happened upon the pass of Caradhras, and in the days that followed; and he spoke of Balin and his book, and the fight in
Vincent van Gogh Almond Branches in Bloom paintingUnknown Artist Ford Smith Just Between Us painting
Haldir. `Why has nothing of this been told to me before? ' he asked in the Elven-tongue.'We have not spoken to Haldir of our deeds or our purpose,' said Legolas. `At first we were weary and danger was too close behind and afterwards we almost forgot our the Chamber of Mazarbul, and the fire, and the narrow bridge, and the coming of the Terror. 'An evil of the Ancient World it seemed, such as I have never seen before,' said Aragorn. `It was both a shadow and a flame, strong and terrible.''It was a Balrog of Morgoth,' said Legolas; `of all elf-banes the most deadly, save the One who sits in the Dark Tower.'`Indeed I saw upon the bridge that which haunts our darkest dreams l saw Durin's Bane,' said Gimli in a low voice, and dread was in his eyes.'Alas! ' said Celeborn. `We long have feared that under Caradhras a terror slept. But had I known that the Dwarves had stirred up this evil in Moria again, l would have forbidden you to pass the
for a time, as we walked in gladness on the fair paths of Lórien.'`Yet our is great and our loss cannot be mended,' said Frodo. 'Gandalf was our guide, and he led us through Moria; and when our escape seemed beyond hope he saved us, and he fell.''Tell us now the full tale! ' said Celeborn:Then Aragorn recounted all that had happened upon the pass of Caradhras, and in the days that followed; and he spoke of Balin and his book, and the fight in
Vincent van Gogh Almond Branches in Bloom paintingUnknown Artist Ford Smith Just Between Us painting
Haldir. `Why has nothing of this been told to me before? ' he asked in the Elven-tongue.'We have not spoken to Haldir of our deeds or our purpose,' said Legolas. `At first we were weary and danger was too close behind and afterwards we almost forgot our the Chamber of Mazarbul, and the fire, and the narrow bridge, and the coming of the Terror. 'An evil of the Ancient World it seemed, such as I have never seen before,' said Aragorn. `It was both a shadow and a flame, strong and terrible.''It was a Balrog of Morgoth,' said Legolas; `of all elf-banes the most deadly, save the One who sits in the Dark Tower.'`Indeed I saw upon the bridge that which haunts our darkest dreams l saw Durin's Bane,' said Gimli in a low voice, and dread was in his eyes.'Alas! ' said Celeborn. `We long have feared that under Caradhras a terror slept. But had I known that the Dwarves had stirred up this evil in Moria again, l would have forbidden you to pass the
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Jean Beraud Pont des arts painting
Jean Beraud Pont des arts paintingJean Beraud Boulevard des capucines painting
others go with him as free companions, to help him on his way. You may tarry, or come back, or turn aside into other paths, as chance allows. The further you go, the less easy will it be to withdraw; yet no oath or bond is laid on you to go further than stood in the shadows and watched them go, bidding them farewell with soft voices. There was no laughter, and no song or . At last they turned away and faded silently into the dusk.They crossed the bridge and wound slowly up the long steep paths that led out of the cloven vale of Rivendell; and they came at length to the high moor where the wind hissed through the heather. Then with one glance at the Last ly House twinkling below them
Henri Rousseau The Snake Charmer paintingPaul Cezanne Trees in Park painting
you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road.'`Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens,' said Gimli.'Maybe,' said Elrond, `but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.''Yet sworn word may strengthen quaking heart,' said Gimli.`Or break it,' said Elrond. `Look not too far ahead! But go now with good hearts! Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!''Good . . . good luck!' cried Bilbo, stuttering with the cold. 'I don't suppose you will be able to keep a diary, Frodo my lad, but I shall expect a full account when you get back. And don't be too long! Farewell!'Many others of Elrond's household
others go with him as free companions, to help him on his way. You may tarry, or come back, or turn aside into other paths, as chance allows. The further you go, the less easy will it be to withdraw; yet no oath or bond is laid on you to go further than stood in the shadows and watched them go, bidding them farewell with soft voices. There was no laughter, and no song or . At last they turned away and faded silently into the dusk.They crossed the bridge and wound slowly up the long steep paths that led out of the cloven vale of Rivendell; and they came at length to the high moor where the wind hissed through the heather. Then with one glance at the Last ly House twinkling below them
Henri Rousseau The Snake Charmer paintingPaul Cezanne Trees in Park painting
you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road.'`Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens,' said Gimli.'Maybe,' said Elrond, `but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall.''Yet sworn word may strengthen quaking heart,' said Gimli.`Or break it,' said Elrond. `Look not too far ahead! But go now with good hearts! Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!''Good . . . good luck!' cried Bilbo, stuttering with the cold. 'I don't suppose you will be able to keep a diary, Frodo my lad, but I shall expect a full account when you get back. And don't be too long! Farewell!'Many others of Elrond's household
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Van Gogh Gateway to the Farm
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Frodo's sake, and because it was in fact difficult to find any way up out of the narrow dales. They had been two days in this country when the weather turned wet. The wind began to blow steadily out of the West and pour the water of the distant seas on the dark heads of the hills in fine drenching rain. By nightfall they were all soaked, and their camp was cheerless, for they could not get any fire to burn. The next day the hills rose still tossing and turning and listening fearfully to the stealthy night-noises: wind in chinks of rock, water dripping, a crack, the sudden rattling fall of a loosened stone. He felt that black shapes were advancing to smother him; but when he sat up he saw nothing but the back of Strider sitting hunched up, smoking his pipe, and watching. He lay down again and passed into an uneasy dream, in whichthe Shire, but it seemed faint and dim, less clear than the tall black shadows that stood looking over the hedge.higher and steeper before them, and they were forced to turn away northwards out of their course. Strider seemed to be getting anxious: they were nearly ten days out from Weathertop, and their stock of provisions was beginning to run low. It went on raining.That night they camped on a stony shelf with a rock-wall behind them, in which there was a shallow cave, a mere scoop in the cliff. Frodo was restless. The cold and wet had made his wound more painful than ever, and the ache and sense of deadly chill took away all sleep. He lay
Frodo's sake, and because it was in fact difficult to find any way up out of the narrow dales. They had been two days in this country when the weather turned wet. The wind began to blow steadily out of the West and pour the water of the distant seas on the dark heads of the hills in fine drenching rain. By nightfall they were all soaked, and their camp was cheerless, for they could not get any fire to burn. The next day the hills rose still tossing and turning and listening fearfully to the stealthy night-noises: wind in chinks of rock, water dripping, a crack, the sudden rattling fall of a loosened stone. He felt that black shapes were advancing to smother him; but when he sat up he saw nothing but the back of Strider sitting hunched up, smoking his pipe, and watching. He lay down again and passed into an uneasy dream, in whichthe Shire, but it seemed faint and dim, less clear than the tall black shadows that stood looking over the hedge.higher and steeper before them, and they were forced to turn away northwards out of their course. Strider seemed to be getting anxious: they were nearly ten days out from Weathertop, and their stock of provisions was beginning to run low. It went on raining.That night they camped on a stony shelf with a rock-wall behind them, in which there was a shallow cave, a mere scoop in the cliff. Frodo was restless. The cold and wet had made his wound more painful than ever, and the ache and sense of deadly chill took away all sleep. He lay
Monday, December 1, 2008
Van Gogh Two Cypresses Saint-Remy
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through a weedy bed. Then the ground began to fall rapidly, and the brook growing strong and noisy, flowed and leaped swiftly downhill. They were in a deep dim-lit gully over-arched by trees high above them.After stumbling along for some way along the stream, they came quite suddenly out of the gloom. As if through a gate they saw the sunlight before them. Coming to the opening they found that they had made their way down through a cleft in a high sleep bank, almost a cliff. At its feet was a wide space of grass and reeds; and in the was a warm and gentle breeze blowing softly in the valley, and the reeds were rustling, and the willow-boughs were creaking.‘Well, now I have at least some notion of where we are!’ said Merry. ‘We have come almost in the opposite direction to which we intended. This is the River Withywindle! I will go on and explore.’He passed out into the sunshine and disappeared into the long grasses. After a while he reappeareddistance could be glimpsed another bank almost as steep. A golden afternoon of late sunshine lay warm and drowsy upon the hidden land between. In the midst of it there wound lazily a dark river of brown water, bordered with ancient willows, arched over with willows, blocked with fallen willows, and flecked with thousands of faded willow-leaves. The air was thick with them, fluttering yellow from the branches; for there
through a weedy bed. Then the ground began to fall rapidly, and the brook growing strong and noisy, flowed and leaped swiftly downhill. They were in a deep dim-lit gully over-arched by trees high above them.After stumbling along for some way along the stream, they came quite suddenly out of the gloom. As if through a gate they saw the sunlight before them. Coming to the opening they found that they had made their way down through a cleft in a high sleep bank, almost a cliff. At its feet was a wide space of grass and reeds; and in the was a warm and gentle breeze blowing softly in the valley, and the reeds were rustling, and the willow-boughs were creaking.‘Well, now I have at least some notion of where we are!’ said Merry. ‘We have come almost in the opposite direction to which we intended. This is the River Withywindle! I will go on and explore.’He passed out into the sunshine and disappeared into the long grasses. After a while he reappeareddistance could be glimpsed another bank almost as steep. A golden afternoon of late sunshine lay warm and drowsy upon the hidden land between. In the midst of it there wound lazily a dark river of brown water, bordered with ancient willows, arched over with willows, blocked with fallen willows, and flecked with thousands of faded willow-leaves. The air was thick with them, fluttering yellow from the branches; for there
Hopper High Road
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Shire, but they wander into it in Spring and Autumn, out of their own lands away beyond the Tower Hills. I am thankful that they do! You did not see, but that Black Rider stopped just here and was actually crawling towards us when the song began. As soon as he heard the voices he slipped away.’‘What about the Elves?’ said Sam, too excited to trouble about the rider. ‘Can’t we go and see them?’‘Listen! They are coming Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea.O stars that in the Sunless Year With shining hand by her were sawn,In windy fields now bright and clear We see your silver blossom blown!O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwellIn this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas.The song ended. ‘These are High Elves! They spoke the this way,’ said Frodo. ‘We have only to wait.’ The singing drew nearer. One clear voice rose now above the others. It was singing in the fair elven-tongue, of which Frodo knew only a little, and the others knew nothing. Yet the sound blending with the melody seemed to shape itself in their thought into words which they only partly understood. This was the song as Frodo heard it:Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas!O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees!
name of Elbereth!’ said Frodo in amazement, ‘Few of that fairest folk are ever seen in the Shire.
Shire, but they wander into it in Spring and Autumn, out of their own lands away beyond the Tower Hills. I am thankful that they do! You did not see, but that Black Rider stopped just here and was actually crawling towards us when the song began. As soon as he heard the voices he slipped away.’‘What about the Elves?’ said Sam, too excited to trouble about the rider. ‘Can’t we go and see them?’‘Listen! They are coming Gilthoniel! O Elbereth! Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee In a far land beyond the Sea.O stars that in the Sunless Year With shining hand by her were sawn,In windy fields now bright and clear We see your silver blossom blown!O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwellIn this far land beneath the trees, Thy starlight on the Western Seas.The song ended. ‘These are High Elves! They spoke the this way,’ said Frodo. ‘We have only to wait.’ The singing drew nearer. One clear voice rose now above the others. It was singing in the fair elven-tongue, of which Frodo knew only a little, and the others knew nothing. Yet the sound blending with the melody seemed to shape itself in their thought into words which they only partly understood. This was the song as Frodo heard it:Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear! O Queen beyond the Western Seas!O Light to us that wander here Amid the world of woven trees!
name of Elbereth!’ said Frodo in amazement, ‘Few of that fairest folk are ever seen in the Shire.
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