Jack Vettriano The ApprenticeJack Vettriano The Administration of JusticeJack Vettriano Table for One
Trillian hugged herself, shivered and frowned. She could have sworn she saw a slight and unexpected movement out of the corner of her eye, but when she glanced in that direction all she could see was the ship, still and silent, a hundred yards or so behind them. She was relieved when a second or so later they caught sight of Zaphod standing on topcarcass of a lonely sperm whale that hadn't lived long enough to be disappointed with its lot. The silence was only disturbed by the slight involuntary spasms of Trillian's throat. "I suppose there's no point in trying to bury it?" murmured Arthur, and then wished he hadn't. "Come," said of the ridge of ground and waving to them to come and join him. He seemed to be excited, but they couldn't clearly hear what he was saying because of the thinnish atmosphere and the wind. As they approached the ridge of higher ground they became aware that it seemed to be circular - a crater about a hundred and fifty yards wide. Round the outside of the crater the sloping ground was spattered with black and red lumps. They stopped and looked at a piece. It was wet. It was rubbery. With horror they suddenly realized that it was fresh whalemeat. At the top of the crater's lip they met Zaphod. "Look," he said, pointing into the crater. In the centre lay the exploded Zaphod and started back down into the crater. "What, down there?" said Trillian with severe distaste.
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
Sunday, 28 December 2008
Fantin-Latour Still Life
Fantin-Latour Still LifeLippi Four Saints AltarpieceMurillo The Infant Jesus Distributing Bread to PilgrimsParrish Evening Shadows
Initially, however, have memories as we would recognise them.
When the iconic Manchester Baby computer first ran in 1948, it was revolutionary because it stored its programs in the form of RAM. It sounds obvious now, but if you wanted to run a at the time, weeks of rewiring were usually required to make it possible. Baby changed all that. Now you could enter and run new programs in a matter of hours.
Baby's amazing ability was down to an ingenious storage device called the Williams Tube. The memory worked on the principle that when a beam of electrons was fired down a vacuum tube and hit a phosphorescent coating at the other end, small static charges built up at the points where the beam hit the phosphor.
A set of pickup plates in front of the coating then detected the charges. However, because the charges faded quickly, a refresh circuit needed to read which bits were set and use the electron beam to refresh them every few milliseconds. Williams Tubes could store around 1Kb and, although they sound cumbersome, have a modern parallel in today's DRAM chips. These work by storing tiny electrical
Initially, however, have memories as we would recognise them.
When the iconic Manchester Baby computer first ran in 1948, it was revolutionary because it stored its programs in the form of RAM. It sounds obvious now, but if you wanted to run a at the time, weeks of rewiring were usually required to make it possible. Baby changed all that. Now you could enter and run new programs in a matter of hours.
Baby's amazing ability was down to an ingenious storage device called the Williams Tube. The memory worked on the principle that when a beam of electrons was fired down a vacuum tube and hit a phosphorescent coating at the other end, small static charges built up at the points where the beam hit the phosphor.
A set of pickup plates in front of the coating then detected the charges. However, because the charges faded quickly, a refresh circuit needed to read which bits were set and use the electron beam to refresh them every few milliseconds. Williams Tubes could store around 1Kb and, although they sound cumbersome, have a modern parallel in today's DRAM chips. These work by storing tiny electrical
Thursday, 25 December 2008
Klimt Irrlichter (Will-O'-The Wisps)
Klimt Irrlichter (Will-O'-The Wisps)Klimt Hygieia (detail from Medicine)Klimt Houses at Unterach on the Attersee
How did we get here?" he asked, shivering slightly. "We hitched a lift," said Ford. "Excuse me?" said Arthur. "Are you trying to tell me that we just stuck out our thumbs and some green bug-eyed monster stuck his head out and said, Hi fellas, hop right in. I can take you as far as the Basingstoke roundabout?" "Well," said Ford, "the Thumb's an electronic sub-etha signalling device, the roundabout's at Barnard's Star six light years away, but otherwise, that's more or less right." "And the bug-eyed monster?" "Is green, yes." "Fine," said Arthur, "when can I get "You can't," said Ford Prefect, and found the light switch. "Shade your eyes ..." he said, and turned it on. Even Ford was surprised. Arthur, "is this really the interior of a flying saucer?" Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz heaved his unpleasant green body round the control bridge. He always felt vaguely irritable after demolishing populated planets. He wished that someone would come and tell him that it was all wrong so that he could shout at them and feel better. He flopped as heavily as he could on to his control seat in the hope that it would break and give him something to
How did we get here?" he asked, shivering slightly. "We hitched a lift," said Ford. "Excuse me?" said Arthur. "Are you trying to tell me that we just stuck out our thumbs and some green bug-eyed monster stuck his head out and said, Hi fellas, hop right in. I can take you as far as the Basingstoke roundabout?" "Well," said Ford, "the Thumb's an electronic sub-etha signalling device, the roundabout's at Barnard's Star six light years away, but otherwise, that's more or less right." "And the bug-eyed monster?" "Is green, yes." "Fine," said Arthur, "when can I get "You can't," said Ford Prefect, and found the light switch. "Shade your eyes ..." he said, and turned it on. Even Ford was surprised. Arthur, "is this really the interior of a flying saucer?" Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz heaved his unpleasant green body round the control bridge. He always felt vaguely irritable after demolishing populated planets. He wished that someone would come and tell him that it was all wrong so that he could shout at them and feel better. He flopped as heavily as he could on to his control seat in the hope that it would break and give him something to
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Corot First Leaves, near Nantes
Corot First Leaves, near NantesCorot Watercourse leading to the square towerCorot Canal in PicardiCorot The Baptism of Christ
aside on the floor of Truman’s apartment.Corky Laputa believed in meticulous planning and on the faithful execution of the plan. He was also a friend of chaos.He recognized the hand of chaos in this moment. He suspected that Truman knew the property had been breached.Ditching the plan for the time being, reached inside and disengaged the deadbolt after smashing either pane.Having bolstered his handgun, opening the door, Hazard suddenly expected to be confronted by Laputa. Or Hector X. Only the night came face to face with him, cold and wet.[565] He stepped onto the front porch. As far as he could see, the sound of shattering his heart thrilling to this unexpected development, Corky trusted chaos and sprinted for the conservatory. Leaving Maxwell Dalton alone with assurances that he would return in a minute, Hazard Yancy hurried downstairs while the window-breaking can of pine-scented disinfectant was still bouncing from the porch roof to the lawn.Tall sidelights flanked the front door, but neither was wide enough to accommodate a man, especially not one as large as Hazard. Furthermore, the of the sidelights to the door lock made it impossible for him to claim to have
aside on the floor of Truman’s apartment.Corky Laputa believed in meticulous planning and on the faithful execution of the plan. He was also a friend of chaos.He recognized the hand of chaos in this moment. He suspected that Truman knew the property had been breached.Ditching the plan for the time being, reached inside and disengaged the deadbolt after smashing either pane.Having bolstered his handgun, opening the door, Hazard suddenly expected to be confronted by Laputa. Or Hector X. Only the night came face to face with him, cold and wet.[565] He stepped onto the front porch. As far as he could see, the sound of shattering his heart thrilling to this unexpected development, Corky trusted chaos and sprinted for the conservatory. Leaving Maxwell Dalton alone with assurances that he would return in a minute, Hazard Yancy hurried downstairs while the window-breaking can of pine-scented disinfectant was still bouncing from the porch roof to the lawn.Tall sidelights flanked the front door, but neither was wide enough to accommodate a man, especially not one as large as Hazard. Furthermore, the of the sidelights to the door lock made it impossible for him to claim to have
Sunday, 21 December 2008
Kimble Cock' n Bull
Kimble Cock' n BullKimble Coastal Breeze IIKimble Chinese CheckersKimble Chimney Santa
believed in ghosts though she’d never seen one, who could recite the details of a thousand famous hauntings that had involved spirits benign, malign, and Elvis. Now eighty years old, Granny Rose—Hoodoo Rose, as Hazard’s mom called her [472] with affection—was respected and much loved, but she remained a figure of amusement in the family because of her , seemed to be the most difficult decision die, I can’t bring you back, Dunny had said, with the emphasis on you.A cop couldn’t back off just because he feared dying. Might as well turn in the badge, get a job in a craft to fill up the empty hours.I’m not your guardian, Dunny had said, with the emphasis on your, which was a warningconviction that the world was not merely the five senses said it was.In spite of what he had just seen in the street, Hazard couldn’t get his mind entirely around the idea that Granny Rose might have a better grasp of reality than anyone he knew.He had never been a man who harbored much doubt about what to do next, either in daily life or in a moment of high peril, but sitting in the car, in the rain, in the dark, shivering, he needed time just to realize that he should turn on the engine, the heater. Whether or not he should ring the bell at the Laputa house, however
believed in ghosts though she’d never seen one, who could recite the details of a thousand famous hauntings that had involved spirits benign, malign, and Elvis. Now eighty years old, Granny Rose—Hoodoo Rose, as Hazard’s mom called her [472] with affection—was respected and much loved, but she remained a figure of amusement in the family because of her , seemed to be the most difficult decision die, I can’t bring you back, Dunny had said, with the emphasis on you.A cop couldn’t back off just because he feared dying. Might as well turn in the badge, get a job in a craft to fill up the empty hours.I’m not your guardian, Dunny had said, with the emphasis on your, which was a warningconviction that the world was not merely the five senses said it was.In spite of what he had just seen in the street, Hazard couldn’t get his mind entirely around the idea that Granny Rose might have a better grasp of reality than anyone he knew.He had never been a man who harbored much doubt about what to do next, either in daily life or in a moment of high peril, but sitting in the car, in the rain, in the dark, shivering, he needed time just to realize that he should turn on the engine, the heater. Whether or not he should ring the bell at the Laputa house, however
Thursday, 18 December 2008
Thomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MORNING painting
Thomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MORNING paintingThomas Kinkade HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS paintingWinslow Homer The Houses of Parliament painting
Conversation? He’s talking to himself?”“First of all, he isn’t talking aloud to anyone, not even to himself, so we shouldn’t be seeing . These subsets are indicative of conscious conversation between this individual and another person.”“What other person?”“I don’t know.”“He’s in a coma.”“Yes.”Frowning, Ethan said, “Then how is he talking to anyone? By telepathy?”“Do we believe in telepathy?” O’Brien asked.“I don’t.”“Neither do I.”“Then why couldn’t this be a malfunctioning machine?” Ethan wondered.O’Brien accelerated the data flow until the brain-wave patterns disappeared these patterns.”“I understand. I think.”“But what these represent is not arguable. During the subsets of higher spikes, the subject should be speaking. During the subsets of lower spikes, he should be listening. A subject having a bit of mental give-and-take with himself, even when he’s awake, produces no such subsets. After all, for one thing, when you’re talking to yourself, conducting a little interior debate—”“Technically, you’re always talking,” Ethan said. “You’re both sides of the debate. You’re never really listening.”“Exactly
Conversation? He’s talking to himself?”“First of all, he isn’t talking aloud to anyone, not even to himself, so we shouldn’t be seeing . These subsets are indicative of conscious conversation between this individual and another person.”“What other person?”“I don’t know.”“He’s in a coma.”“Yes.”Frowning, Ethan said, “Then how is he talking to anyone? By telepathy?”“Do we believe in telepathy?” O’Brien asked.“I don’t.”“Neither do I.”“Then why couldn’t this be a malfunctioning machine?” Ethan wondered.O’Brien accelerated the data flow until the brain-wave patterns disappeared these patterns.”“I understand. I think.”“But what these represent is not arguable. During the subsets of higher spikes, the subject should be speaking. During the subsets of lower spikes, he should be listening. A subject having a bit of mental give-and-take with himself, even when he’s awake, produces no such subsets. After all, for one thing, when you’re talking to yourself, conducting a little interior debate—”“Technically, you’re always talking,” Ethan said. “You’re both sides of the debate. You’re never really listening.”“Exactly
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Thomas Kinkade Lakeside Manor painting
Thomas Kinkade Lakeside Manor paintingThomas Kinkade cottage by the sea paintingThomas Kinkade almost heaven painting
sour, biting stink resulted largely from weeks of repeated fear sweats left to dry without attention, and from natural skin oils [296] from oak and serving as a table, stood beside the stool. After taking a sip of his martini, Corky put it down on the plant stand.He studied Stinky for a while, saying nothing.Of course, Stinky didn’t speak because he had learned the hard way that it was not his place to initiate conversations.Furthermore, his once robust voice had deteriorated until it was weaker than that of any terminal tuberculosis patient, marked by an eerie rasp and rattle: a voice like wind-driven sand scouring accumulated so long that they had turned rancid. Sponge baths were not among the services that Corky provided.Upon entering the bedroom, he put aside his martini and picked up a can of pine-scented disinfectant from the nightstand.Stinky closed his eyes because he knew what was coming.Corky pulled the sheet and blanket to the bottom of the bed and liberally sprayed his skeletal captive from head to foot. This was a quick and effective method of reducing the malodor to an acceptable level for the duration of their nightly chat.Beside the bed stood a bar stool with a comfortably padded seat and back. Corky settled upon this perch.A tall plant stand, crafted
sour, biting stink resulted largely from weeks of repeated fear sweats left to dry without attention, and from natural skin oils [296] from oak and serving as a table, stood beside the stool. After taking a sip of his martini, Corky put it down on the plant stand.He studied Stinky for a while, saying nothing.Of course, Stinky didn’t speak because he had learned the hard way that it was not his place to initiate conversations.Furthermore, his once robust voice had deteriorated until it was weaker than that of any terminal tuberculosis patient, marked by an eerie rasp and rattle: a voice like wind-driven sand scouring accumulated so long that they had turned rancid. Sponge baths were not among the services that Corky provided.Upon entering the bedroom, he put aside his martini and picked up a can of pine-scented disinfectant from the nightstand.Stinky closed his eyes because he knew what was coming.Corky pulled the sheet and blanket to the bottom of the bed and liberally sprayed his skeletal captive from head to foot. This was a quick and effective method of reducing the malodor to an acceptable level for the duration of their nightly chat.Beside the bed stood a bar stool with a comfortably padded seat and back. Corky settled upon this perch.A tall plant stand, crafted
Friday, 12 December 2008
Thomas Kinkade Sunday Outing painting
Thomas Kinkade Sunday Outing paintingThomas Kinkade spirit of xmas paintingThomas Kinkade Serenity Cove painting
metabolism seemed to have been dramatically accelerated by the experience of his own death twice in one day.This hotel bar, with its crowd of self-polished glitterati, was a favorite of Charming Manheim’s, a haunt from the early days of his . He wanted to think about it.Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He would have preferred denial to thought. Just forget it had happened. Turn away from it. Block the memory and get drunk.[228] Denial wasn’t an option, however, not with the three silvery bells from . In ordinary circumstances, however, Ethan would have chosen a joint without this flash, and with a comforting soaked-in-beer smell.The few other bars familiar to him were frequented by off-duty cops. The prospect of running into an old friend from the force, on this evening of all evenings, daunted him.During just one minute of conversation with any brother in the badge, regardless of how artfully Ethan tried to wear a happy face, he’d reveal himself to be deeply troubled. Then no self-respecting cop would be able to resist working him, either subtly or obviously, for the source of his worry.Right now he didn’t want to talk about what had happened to him
metabolism seemed to have been dramatically accelerated by the experience of his own death twice in one day.This hotel bar, with its crowd of self-polished glitterati, was a favorite of Charming Manheim’s, a haunt from the early days of his . He wanted to think about it.Well, that wasn’t entirely true. He would have preferred denial to thought. Just forget it had happened. Turn away from it. Block the memory and get drunk.[228] Denial wasn’t an option, however, not with the three silvery bells from . In ordinary circumstances, however, Ethan would have chosen a joint without this flash, and with a comforting soaked-in-beer smell.The few other bars familiar to him were frequented by off-duty cops. The prospect of running into an old friend from the force, on this evening of all evenings, daunted him.During just one minute of conversation with any brother in the badge, regardless of how artfully Ethan tried to wear a happy face, he’d reveal himself to be deeply troubled. Then no self-respecting cop would be able to resist working him, either subtly or obviously, for the source of his worry.Right now he didn’t want to talk about what had happened to him
Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Gustav Klimt The Music painting
Gustav Klimt The Music paintingGustav Klimt The Friends paintingGustav Klimt Klimt Sappho paintingGustav Klimt Fruit Trees painting
Corky had no prejudice against the Jewish people. He held all races, religions, and ethnic groups in equal contempt.At other special venues, he had distributed DEATH TO ALL DIRTY CATHOLICS notices, DEATH TO ALL BLACKS, and IMPRISON ALL GUN OWNERS.For decades, politicians had been controlling the people by [70] dividing them into groups and turning them against one another. All a good anarchist could do was try to intensify the existing hatreds and pour gasoline on the fires that the politicians had built.Currently, hatred of Israel—and, by position among the most glamorous of media figures, including many nonreligious Jews. Corky was simply giving the people what they wanted.Azalea to lantana to jasmine vine, dog to dog to mailbox, he journeyed through the rain-swept day. Seeding chaos.Determined conspirators might be able to blow up skyscrapers and cause breathtaking destruction. Their work was helpful.Ten thousand Corky Laputas—inventive, diligent—would in their quiet persistent way do more, however, to undermine the foundations of this society than all the suicide pilots and bombers
Corky had no prejudice against the Jewish people. He held all races, religions, and ethnic groups in equal contempt.At other special venues, he had distributed DEATH TO ALL DIRTY CATHOLICS notices, DEATH TO ALL BLACKS, and IMPRISON ALL GUN OWNERS.For decades, politicians had been controlling the people by [70] dividing them into groups and turning them against one another. All a good anarchist could do was try to intensify the existing hatreds and pour gasoline on the fires that the politicians had built.Currently, hatred of Israel—and, by position among the most glamorous of media figures, including many nonreligious Jews. Corky was simply giving the people what they wanted.Azalea to lantana to jasmine vine, dog to dog to mailbox, he journeyed through the rain-swept day. Seeding chaos.Determined conspirators might be able to blow up skyscrapers and cause breathtaking destruction. Their work was helpful.Ten thousand Corky Laputas—inventive, diligent—would in their quiet persistent way do more, however, to undermine the foundations of this society than all the suicide pilots and bombers
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Thomas Kinkade Elegant Evening at Biltmore painting
Thomas Kinkade Elegant Evening at Biltmore paintingThomas Kinkade Dawson painting
under the shadow of the bank. I couldn't see no more eyes though.`I said to myself: "dreaming again, Sam Gamgee," I said: and I said no more just then. But I've been thinking since. and now I'm not so sure. What do you make of it, Mr. Frodo? ''I should make nothing of it but a log and the dusk and sleep in your eyes Sam, said Frodo, if this was the first time that those eyes had been seen. But it isn't. I saw them away back north before we reached Lórien. And I saw a strange creature with eyes climbing to the flet that night. Haldir saw it too. And do you remember the report of the Elves that went after the orc-band? '`Ah,' said Sam. `I do; and I remember more too.
Thomas Kinkade Courage paintingThomas Kinkade City by the Bay painting
rubbed the drowse out of my head. For the whatever-it-was was coming along fast now and getting close behind Gimli. But whether those two lamps spotted me moving and staring, or whether I came to my senses, I don't know. When I looked again, it wasn't there. Yet I think I caught a glimpse with the tail of-my eye, as the saying is, of something dark shooting I don't like my thoughts; but thinking of one thing and another, and Mr. Bilbo's stories and all, I fancy I could put a name on the creature, at a guess. A nasty name. Gollum, maybe? '`Yes, that is what I have feared for some time,' said Frodo. `Ever since the night on the flet. I suppose he was lurking in Moria, and picked up our trail then; but I hoped that our stay in Lórien would throw him off the scent again. The miserable creature must have been hiding in the woods by
under the shadow of the bank. I couldn't see no more eyes though.`I said to myself: "dreaming again, Sam Gamgee," I said: and I said no more just then. But I've been thinking since. and now I'm not so sure. What do you make of it, Mr. Frodo? ''I should make nothing of it but a log and the dusk and sleep in your eyes Sam, said Frodo, if this was the first time that those eyes had been seen. But it isn't. I saw them away back north before we reached Lórien. And I saw a strange creature with eyes climbing to the flet that night. Haldir saw it too. And do you remember the report of the Elves that went after the orc-band? '`Ah,' said Sam. `I do; and I remember more too.
Thomas Kinkade Courage paintingThomas Kinkade City by the Bay painting
rubbed the drowse out of my head. For the whatever-it-was was coming along fast now and getting close behind Gimli. But whether those two lamps spotted me moving and staring, or whether I came to my senses, I don't know. When I looked again, it wasn't there. Yet I think I caught a glimpse with the tail of-my eye, as the saying is, of something dark shooting I don't like my thoughts; but thinking of one thing and another, and Mr. Bilbo's stories and all, I fancy I could put a name on the creature, at a guess. A nasty name. Gollum, maybe? '`Yes, that is what I have feared for some time,' said Frodo. `Ever since the night on the flet. I suppose he was lurking in Moria, and picked up our trail then; but I hoped that our stay in Lórien would throw him off the scent again. The miserable creature must have been hiding in the woods by
Friday, 5 December 2008
Edmund Blair Leighton God Speed painting
Edmund Blair Leighton God Speed paintingEdmund Blair Leighton The Accolade painting
appeared a single Eye that slowly grew. until it filled nearly all the Mirror. So terrible was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to cry out or to withdraw his gaze. The Eye was rimmed with fire, but was itself glazed, yellow as a cat's, watchful and intent, and the black slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.Then the Eye began to rove, searching this
Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovsky The Ninth Wave paintingFrank Dicksee Romeo and Juliet painting
. Then he saw against the Sun, sinking blood-red into a wrack of clouds, the black outline of a tall ship with torn sails riding up out of the West. Then a wide river flowing through a populous city. Then a white fortress with seven towers. And then again a ship with black sails, but now it was morning again, and the water rippled with light, and a banner bearing the emblem of a white tree shone in the sun. A smoke as of fire and battle arose, and again the sun went down in a burning red that faded into a grey mist; and into the mist a small ship passed away, twinkling with lights. It vanished, and Frodo sighed and prepared to draw away.But suddenly the Mirror went altogether dark, as dark as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the black abyss there way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things that it sought he himself was one. But he also knew that it could not see him-not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his neck grew heavy, heavier than a great stone, and his head was dragged downwards. The Mirror seemed to be growing
appeared a single Eye that slowly grew. until it filled nearly all the Mirror. So terrible was it that Frodo stood rooted, unable to cry out or to withdraw his gaze. The Eye was rimmed with fire, but was itself glazed, yellow as a cat's, watchful and intent, and the black slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing.Then the Eye began to rove, searching this
Ivan Constantinovich Aivazovsky The Ninth Wave paintingFrank Dicksee Romeo and Juliet painting
. Then he saw against the Sun, sinking blood-red into a wrack of clouds, the black outline of a tall ship with torn sails riding up out of the West. Then a wide river flowing through a populous city. Then a white fortress with seven towers. And then again a ship with black sails, but now it was morning again, and the water rippled with light, and a banner bearing the emblem of a white tree shone in the sun. A smoke as of fire and battle arose, and again the sun went down in a burning red that faded into a grey mist; and into the mist a small ship passed away, twinkling with lights. It vanished, and Frodo sighed and prepared to draw away.But suddenly the Mirror went altogether dark, as dark as if a hole had opened in the world of sight, and Frodo looked into emptiness. In the black abyss there way and that; and Frodo knew with certainty and horror that among the many things that it sought he himself was one. But he also knew that it could not see him-not yet, not unless he willed it. The Ring that hung upon its chain about his neck grew heavy, heavier than a great stone, and his head was dragged downwards. The Mirror seemed to be growing
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Claude Monet The Picnic painting
Claude Monet The Picnic paintingClaude Monet Sunset painting
once a great spout of green and blue flame sprang out, and the wood flared and sputtered.`If there are any to see, then I at least am revealed to them,' he said. 'I have written Gandalf is here in signs that all can read from Rivendell to the mouths of Anduin.'But the Company cared no longer for watchers or unfriendly eyes. Their hearts were rejoiced to see the light of the fire. The wood burned merrily; and though all round it the snow hissed, and pools of slush crept under their feet, they warmed their hands gladly at the blaze. There they stood, stooping in a
Claude Monet La Japonaise paintingClaude Monet Argenteuil painting
Boromir, it passed the skill of Elf or even Dwarf to strike a flame that would hold amid the swirling wind or catch in the wet fuel. At last reluctantly Gandalf himself took a hand. Picking up a faggot he held it aloft for a moment, and then with a word of command, naur an edraith ammen! he thrust the end of his staff into the midst of it. At circle round the little dancing and blowing flames. A red light was on their tired and anxious faces; behind them the night was like a black wall.But the wood was burning fast, and the snow still fell.The fire burned low. and the last faggot was thrown on.The night is getting old,' said Aragorn. "The dawn is not far off.'
once a great spout of green and blue flame sprang out, and the wood flared and sputtered.`If there are any to see, then I at least am revealed to them,' he said. 'I have written Gandalf is here in signs that all can read from Rivendell to the mouths of Anduin.'But the Company cared no longer for watchers or unfriendly eyes. Their hearts were rejoiced to see the light of the fire. The wood burned merrily; and though all round it the snow hissed, and pools of slush crept under their feet, they warmed their hands gladly at the blaze. There they stood, stooping in a
Claude Monet La Japonaise paintingClaude Monet Argenteuil painting
Boromir, it passed the skill of Elf or even Dwarf to strike a flame that would hold amid the swirling wind or catch in the wet fuel. At last reluctantly Gandalf himself took a hand. Picking up a faggot he held it aloft for a moment, and then with a word of command, naur an edraith ammen! he thrust the end of his staff into the midst of it. At circle round the little dancing and blowing flames. A red light was on their tired and anxious faces; behind them the night was like a black wall.But the wood was burning fast, and the snow still fell.The fire burned low. and the last faggot was thrown on.The night is getting old,' said Aragorn. "The dawn is not far off.'
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Moran A Long Island River
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haven't any courage to keep up,' said Frodo, `but I am not worried at the moment. Just give me news of my friends, and tell me the end of the affair at the Ford, as I keep on asking, and I shall be content for the present. said Gandalf to himself. `He is not half through yet, and to what he will come in the end not even Elrond can foretell. Not to evil, I think. He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.'`You look splendid,' he said aloud. `I will risk a brief tale without consulting Elrond. But quite brief, mind you, and then you must sleep again. This is what happened, as far as I can gather. The Riders made straight for you, as soon as you fled. They did not need the guidance of their horses any longer: you had become visible to them, being already on the threshold of their world. And also the Ring drew them. After that I shall have another sleep, I think; but I shan't be able to close my eyes until you have finished the story for me.'Gandalf moved his chair to the bedside, and took a good look at Frodo. The colour had come back to his face, and his eyes were clear, and fully awake and aware. He was smiling, and there seemed to be little wrong with him. But to the wizard's eye there was a faint change just a hint as it were of transparency, about him, and especially about the left hand that lay outside upon the coverlet.`Still that must be expected,'
haven't any courage to keep up,' said Frodo, `but I am not worried at the moment. Just give me news of my friends, and tell me the end of the affair at the Ford, as I keep on asking, and I shall be content for the present. said Gandalf to himself. `He is not half through yet, and to what he will come in the end not even Elrond can foretell. Not to evil, I think. He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.'`You look splendid,' he said aloud. `I will risk a brief tale without consulting Elrond. But quite brief, mind you, and then you must sleep again. This is what happened, as far as I can gather. The Riders made straight for you, as soon as you fled. They did not need the guidance of their horses any longer: you had become visible to them, being already on the threshold of their world. And also the Ring drew them. After that I shall have another sleep, I think; but I shan't be able to close my eyes until you have finished the story for me.'Gandalf moved his chair to the bedside, and took a good look at Frodo. The colour had come back to his face, and his eyes were clear, and fully awake and aware. He was smiling, and there seemed to be little wrong with him. But to the wizard's eye there was a faint change just a hint as it were of transparency, about him, and especially about the left hand that lay outside upon the coverlet.`Still that must be expected,'
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told them that he reckoned the Sun would shine tomorrow, and it would be a glad morning, and setting out would be hopeful. But they would do well to start early; for weather in that country was a thing that even Tom could not be sure of for long, and it would change sometimes quicker than he could change his jacket. ‘I am sing, if they should by ill-luck fall into any danger or difficulty the next day.Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!By water, wood and hill, by the reed and willow,By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!When they had sung this altogether after him, he clapped them each on the shoulder with a laugh, and taking candles led them back to their bedroom. no weather-master,’ he said; ‘nor is aught that goes on two legs.’By his advice they decided to make nearly due North from his house, over the western and lower slopes of the Downs: they might hope in that way to strike the East Road in a day’s journey, and avoid the Barrows. He told them not to be afraid - but to mind their own.‘Keep to the green grass. Don’t you go a-meddling with old stone or cold Wights or prying in their houses, unless you be strong folk with hearts that never falter!’ He said this more than once; and he advised them to pass barrows by on the west-side, if they chanced to stray near one. Then he taught them a rhyme to
told them that he reckoned the Sun would shine tomorrow, and it would be a glad morning, and setting out would be hopeful. But they would do well to start early; for weather in that country was a thing that even Tom could not be sure of for long, and it would change sometimes quicker than he could change his jacket. ‘I am sing, if they should by ill-luck fall into any danger or difficulty the next day.Ho! Tom Bombadil, Tom Bombadillo!By water, wood and hill, by the reed and willow,By fire, sun and moon, harken now and hear us!Come, Tom Bombadil, for our need is near us!When they had sung this altogether after him, he clapped them each on the shoulder with a laugh, and taking candles led them back to their bedroom. no weather-master,’ he said; ‘nor is aught that goes on two legs.’By his advice they decided to make nearly due North from his house, over the western and lower slopes of the Downs: they might hope in that way to strike the East Road in a day’s journey, and avoid the Barrows. He told them not to be afraid - but to mind their own.‘Keep to the green grass. Don’t you go a-meddling with old stone or cold Wights or prying in their houses, unless you be strong folk with hearts that never falter!’ He said this more than once; and he advised them to pass barrows by on the west-side, if they chanced to stray near one. Then he taught them a rhyme to
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was like looking down on to a sloping cloud-roof from above. There was a fold or channel where the mist was broken into many plumes and billows; the valley of the Withywindle. The stream ran down the hill on the left and vanished into the white shadows. Near at hand was a hedge silver-netted, and beyond that grey shaven derry del, my hearties! If you come soon you’ll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you’ll get grass and rain-water!’Needless to say - not that Tom’s threat sounded very serious - the hobbits came soon, and left the table late and only when it was beginning lo look rather empty. Neither Tom nor Goldberry were there. Tom could be heard about the house, clattering in the kitchen, and up and down the stairsgrass pale with dew-drops. There was no willow-tree to be seen.‘Good morning, merry friends!’ cried Tom, opening the eastern window wide. A cool air flowed in; it had a rainy smell. ‘Sun won’t show her face much today. I’m thinking. I have been walking wide, leaping on the hilltops, since the grey dawn began, nosing wind and weather, wet grass underfoot, wet sky above me. I wakened Goldberry singing under window; but nought wakes hobbit-folk in the early morning. In the night little folk wake up in the darkness, and sleep after light has come! Ring a ding dillo! Wake now, my merry friends! Forget the nightly noises! Ring a ding dillo del!
was like looking down on to a sloping cloud-roof from above. There was a fold or channel where the mist was broken into many plumes and billows; the valley of the Withywindle. The stream ran down the hill on the left and vanished into the white shadows. Near at hand was a hedge silver-netted, and beyond that grey shaven derry del, my hearties! If you come soon you’ll find breakfast on the table. If you come late you’ll get grass and rain-water!’Needless to say - not that Tom’s threat sounded very serious - the hobbits came soon, and left the table late and only when it was beginning lo look rather empty. Neither Tom nor Goldberry were there. Tom could be heard about the house, clattering in the kitchen, and up and down the stairsgrass pale with dew-drops. There was no willow-tree to be seen.‘Good morning, merry friends!’ cried Tom, opening the eastern window wide. A cool air flowed in; it had a rainy smell. ‘Sun won’t show her face much today. I’m thinking. I have been walking wide, leaping on the hilltops, since the grey dawn began, nosing wind and weather, wet grass underfoot, wet sky above me. I wakened Goldberry singing under window; but nought wakes hobbit-folk in the early morning. In the night little folk wake up in the darkness, and sleep after light has come! Ring a ding dillo! Wake now, my merry friends! Forget the nightly noises! Ring a ding dillo del!
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was laid upon a soft bed and slept the rest of the night away. Sam refused to leave his master. When Pippin had gone, he came and sat curled up at Frodo’s feet, where at last he nodded and closed his eyes. Frodo remained long awake, talking with Gildor.They spoke of many things, old and new, and Frodo questioned Gildor much said Gildor. ‘But I already know a little, and I can read more in your face and in the thought behind your questions. You are leaving the Shire, and yet you doubt that you will find what you seek, or accomplish what you intend, or that you will ever return. Is not that so?’‘It is,’ said Frodo; ‘but I thought my going was a secret known only to Gandalf and my faithful Sam.’ He looked down at Sam, who was snoring gently.about happenings in the wide world outside the Shire. The tidings were mostly sad and ominous: of gathering darkness, the wars of Men, and the flight of the Elves. At last Frodo asked the question that was nearest to his heart:‘Tell me, Gildor, have you ever seen Bilbo since he left us?’Gildor smiled. ‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘Twice. He said farewell to us on this very spot. But I saw him once again, far from here.’ He would say no more about Bilbo, and Frodo fell silent.‘You do not ask me or tell me much that concerns yourself, Frodo,’
was laid upon a soft bed and slept the rest of the night away. Sam refused to leave his master. When Pippin had gone, he came and sat curled up at Frodo’s feet, where at last he nodded and closed his eyes. Frodo remained long awake, talking with Gildor.They spoke of many things, old and new, and Frodo questioned Gildor much said Gildor. ‘But I already know a little, and I can read more in your face and in the thought behind your questions. You are leaving the Shire, and yet you doubt that you will find what you seek, or accomplish what you intend, or that you will ever return. Is not that so?’‘It is,’ said Frodo; ‘but I thought my going was a secret known only to Gandalf and my faithful Sam.’ He looked down at Sam, who was snoring gently.about happenings in the wide world outside the Shire. The tidings were mostly sad and ominous: of gathering darkness, the wars of Men, and the flight of the Elves. At last Frodo asked the question that was nearest to his heart:‘Tell me, Gildor, have you ever seen Bilbo since he left us?’Gildor smiled. ‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘Twice. He said farewell to us on this very spot. But I saw him once again, far from here.’ He would say no more about Bilbo, and Frodo fell silent.‘You do not ask me or tell me much that concerns yourself, Frodo,’
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