Jack Vettriano The Innocents

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what's happened to the missiles?" he said. A new and astounding image appeared in the mirrors. "They would appear," said Ford doubtfully, "to have turned into a bowl of petunias and a very surprised looking whale ..." "At an Improbability Factor," cut in Eddie, who hadn't changed a bit, "of eight million seven hundred and sixty-seven thousand one hundred and twenty-eight to one against." Zaphod stared at Arthur. "Did you think of that, Earthman?" he demanded. "Well," said Arthur, "all I did was ..." "That's very good thinking you know. Turn on the Improbability Drive for a second without first activating the proofing screens. Hey kid you just saved our lives, you know that?" "Oh," said Arthur, "well, it was nothing really ..." "Was it?" said Zaphod. "Oh well, forget it then. OKus in to land." "But ..." "I said forget it." Another thing that got forgotten was the fact that against all probability a sperm whale had suddenly been called into existence several miles above the surface of an alien planet. And since this is not a naturally tenable position for a whale, this poor innocent creature had very little time to come to terms with its identity as a whale before it then had to come

Goya Dona Tadea Arias de Enriquez

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With control of the White House turning over in January and the impossibly long election of 2008 slipping into memory, there's a collection of political personalities we'll be hearing less from in the coming year — and whose frequent presence in the news cycle will be sorely missed.
We'll miss their unpredictability, their tell-it-like-it-is TV appearances, or their predilection for conflict and controversy. A few of them are political throwbacks, the likes of which may never be seen again in Washington.
Some of these figures may be back at goodbye doesn't always mean goodbye. But there's no doubt this cast of characters won't be as ubiquitous in 2009 as it was in 2008, and the world of political theater will be the poorer for it.
Gov. Ed Rendell (D-Pa.): The famously off-message Rendell became a cable news fixture during the 2008 cycle, particularly in the six-week run-up to the Keystone State's Democratic presidential primary.

Rivera Muchacha con Girasoles (Girl with Sunflowers)

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it was not in any way a coincidence that today, the day of culmination of the project, the great day of unveiling, the day that the Heart of Gold was finally to be introduced to a marvelling Galaxy, was also a great day of culmination for it was more or less a fait accompli: he was the ideal Presidency fodder*. What they completely failed to understand was why Zaphod was doing it. He banked sharply, shooting a wild wall of water at the sun. Today was the day; today was the day when they would realize what Zaphod had been up to. Today was what Zaphod Beeblebrox's Presidency was all about. Today was also his two hundredth birthday, but that was just another meaningless coincidence. As he skipped his boat across the seas of Damogran he smiled quietly to himself about what a wonderful exciting day it was going to be. He relaxed and spread his two arms Zaphod Beeblebrox. It was for the sake of this day that he had first decided to run for to lunch. President? No one had gone bananas, not in that way at least. Only six people in the entire Galaxy understood the principle on which the Galaxy was governed, and they knew that once Zaphod Beeblebrox had announced his intention to run as President

Gockel Dancing Angels

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on fire, and your children will burn. ...”After listening to Call 51, Ethan had no doubt that some of the first fifty recordings also contained messages of value to him, but he did not think he dared take time to review them, and he knew that he didn’t need to hear them in order to solve the riddle.Twenty-two ladybugs. The twenty-second of December.Today. office would know the moment anyone crossed the estate wall, long before an intruder could reach [546] the house. At the first evidence that the property had been violated, they would call 911 and the private armed-response security firm.And only a little more than three hours remained until the calender turned to December 23. If something terrible were going to happen, it would occur soon.His pistol was in his apartment.By now Fric must be waiting there, as well.He fled the white room, leaving the blue door open behind him.No need to panic. The perimeter alarm would shriek at the first breach of door or window. Between wails of the siren, a voice module would announce, in a clear voice, the room in which the break-in had occurred.Besides, the men in the security

Craig Les Olives en Printemps (The Olives in Spring)

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Sachatone’s face. A good friend deserved to be executed in a more dignified manner.Because the Glock hadn’t been fitted with a sound suppressor, he had needed to make the first shot count. Maybe none of the nearest neighbors were home, his holster. Nor did the extra few inches allow for as smooth a draw as Corky preferred.Besides, if poor Mick had seen the bolstered Glock fitted with a sound suppressor, he might have been uneasy in spite of Corky’s nonchalance.After holstering the pistol, Corky pulled on his black leather coat and withdrew a pair of latex surgical gloves from one pocket. He needed to avoid leaving fingerprints, of course, but in this shrine to [449] the sinful hand, he was less concerned about the and maybe if they of the rain would mask a single gunshot well enough to avoid piquing their interest. But a full barrage had been out of the question.In Malibu, Corky had not wanted to suppress the fine voice of the pistol. The bang of each shot, punctuating the brittle chorus of the shattered porcelain figurines, had rattled Jack Trotter.Although he had a silencer with him, the extended barrel did not permit the Glock to seat perfectly in

Craig Wine Country

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to figure that Mick had touched everything in the place, at one time or another, and you never knew where Mick’s hands had recently been. Actually, you pretty much did know where Mick’s hands had recently been, which was the problem.Most of Mick’s friends would have avoided shaking his hand if he had offered it; but he seemed to 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 .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 minutescreen 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-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,

Gustav Klimt two girls with an oleander painting

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He was convinced that Mr. Devonshire was hiding just out of sight and that the man’s eerie left eye would turn so far to one side that it would be hanging out of his head when he peeked around the corner.The lawn-and-patio-storage room, to which Fric had been headed, was not set aside for the storage of lawns and patios. Rather, the cushions for the hundredliar who was actually up to some kind of no good.Suspicious, the staff might surreptitiously watch him, even as shorthanded as they were at the moment. Without realizing it, he might reveal his deep and special secret place to a keen observer.Now that he had committed himself to the picnic story, he must follow through. He would have to lug the hamper to the rose room and sit by the windows, gazing out at wasn’t there anymore, pretending to eat ham sandwiches that didn’t exist.Mysterious Caller had warned him about lying. or more outdoor chairs and sun lounges—and sometimes the furniture as well—were moved there in anticipation of bad weather. The big room also held lawn umbrellas, croquet sets, outdoorassociated paraphernalia as picnic hampers.Following his conversation with the porter, Fric could no longer simply return the hamper to the storage room. If Mr. Devonshire saw [417] him without it anytime soon, he would be exposed as a devious

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understand.”“You have my twenty thousand?”“I have it right here.” Corky withdrew his right arm from the voluminous sleeve of the slicker, and reached to an interior pocket for the packet of cash, his second payment to Hokenberry.Even framed lawn used to be green. Bein’ fired by that son of a bitch is what ruined me.”“I thought you said Manheim gave you lots of severance pay?”“That was soul-buyin’ money, I now understand. Anyway, Manheim wasn’t man enough to fire me himself. He had his creepy guru do it.”“Ming du Lac.”“That’s the one. Ming, he takes me to, pours tea, which I’m polite enough to drink even if it tastes like piss.”“You’re a gentleman.”“We’re sittin’ at this table surrounded by roses, got this white lace cloth and fancy china—”by the snugly buttoned yellow collar of his slicker and the drooping yellow brim of his rain hat, Corky’s face must have revealed more of his contempt than he intended.Hokenberry’s bloodshot eyes blurred with self-pity, and his doughy face kneaded itself into more and deeper folds as he said, “I wasn’t always a sorry damn wreck, you know. Didn’t used to have [354] this gut. Shaved every day, cleaned up real nice. Front

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Sometimes Ethan wondered how the and who had proved could be the same man who employed Ming du Lac and also a feng-shui adviser, a clairvoyance instructor, who spent forty hours a week tracking the actor’s reincarnations backward through the centuries.[273] On the other hand, the singular events of this day left him less certain of his usual skepticism.He turned his once more, to the telephone log. He frowned, wondering why Fric would have invented the heavy breather.If someone had in fact made obscene calls to the boy, chances were good that this related to the implied threats against Manheim that had come in those black boxes. Otherwise, there were two sources of threats that had arisen simultaneously. Ethan didn’t believe in coincidences.The heavy for the “professor” mentioned in Reynerd’s partial screenplay, the man who had conspired to send the black gift boxes and to kill Manheim. If so, he had somehow acquired at least one of the house’s unlisted numbers: a disturbing development.Yet the phone log had never failed to record any call in the past. And though they might err, machines didn’t lie.The recent incoming call to Line 24 was now the last item on the day’s log. As it should be.Ethan had timed the call at one minute twelve seconds. The registered one minute fourteen seconds. He had no doubt that the two-second error was his.

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Ethan knew what he meant. “Covering each other’s ass again.”For such a big man, Hazard made little noise as he walked from the nave to the narthex, and out of the church.Having a reliable friend to watch your back is a comfort, but the consolation and support provided by even the best of friends is no match for what a loving idence of voice and the beautiful geometry of her smile.He felt homeless, without hearth or anchor. His apartment in the Manheim house awaited his return, offering many comforts, but it was merely a residence, not a place endeared to him. He had once in this long strange day: when he’d stood at Hannah’s grave, where she lay beside an empty plot to which he held the deed.friendship are deeply placed and strongly built, but the warmest and most secure retreat in Ethan’s heart was the one that he had shared with Hannah, where these days she lived only as a precious ghost, a sweet haunting memory.He could have told her wife can be to a husband, or a loving husband to a wife. In the architecture of the heart, the rooms of the five years that she’d been gone, he had never missed her more than he missed her at this moment. Sitting alone in a silent church, keenly aware of the soft beating of the rain on the roof, of the lingering fragrance of incense, of the ruby light of the votive candles, but unable to detect the faintest whisper, whiff, or glimmer of God, Ethan longed not for eveverything—about the phantom in the mirror, about his second death outside Forever Roses—and she would have believed him. Together they’d have sought some understanding.During

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original sin he mentions.”Ethan tried his salmon and couscous again. He might as well have been eating paste. He put down his fork.“The seeds of knowledge have been replaced by the eye,” Hazard said, almost more to himself than to Ethan.A flock it,” Hazard said, “it bothers me that you have this eye in the apple come just after this book about a guy who raised guide dogs for the blind.”“If he’s threatening to blind Manheim, that’s bad enough,” said Ethan, “but I think he intends worse.”After shuffling through the photos once more, Hazard returned them to Ethan and again addressed the seafood tagine with gusto. “I assume you’ve got your man well covered.”“He’s filming in Florida. Five bodyguards travel with him.”“You don’t?”“Not usually. I oversee all security operations from Bel Air. I talk to the head road warrior at least once a day.”“Road warrior?”of pedestrians hurried past the restaurant windows, bent forward as if resisting a wind greater than the one that the December day exhaled, under the inadequate protection of black umbrellas, like mourners quickening to a grave.“Maybe he’s saying, ‘I see your secrets, the source—the seeds—of your evil.’ ”“I had a similar thought. But it doesn’t feel entirely right, and it doesn’t lead me anywhere useful.”“Whatever he means by

Thomas Moran Sunset on Long Island painting

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'Aye, we will,' said Gimli. `The legs of Men will lag on a rough road, while a Dwarf goes on, be the burden twice his own weight, Master Boromir! 'The task proved hard indeed, yet in the end it was done. The goods were taken out of the boats and brought to the top of the bank, where there was a level space. Then the boats were drawn out of the water and carried up. one Boromir and Aragorn carried the boats, while the others toiled and scrambled after them with the baggage. At last all was removed and laid on the portage-way. Then with little further hindrance, save from sprawling briars and many fallen stones, they moved forward all together. Fog still hung in veils upon the crumbling rock-wall, and to their left mist shrouded the RivThey were far less heavy than any had expected. Of what tree growing in the elvish country they were made not even Legolas knew; but the wood was tough and yet strangely light. Merry and Pippin alone could carry their boat with ease along the flat. Nonetheless it needed the strength of the two Men to lift and haul them over the ground that the Company now had to cross. It sloped up away from the River, a tumbled waste of grey limestone-boulders, with many hidden holes shrouded with weeds and bushes; there were thickets of brambles, and sheer dells; and here and there boggy pools fed by waters trickling from the terraces further inland.One by er: they

Thomas Kinkade Victorian Christmas painting

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Lady of Lórien. But we cannot enter here, for the gates do not look northward. We must go round to the southern side, and the way is not short, for the city is great.'There was a road paved with white stone running on the outer brink of the fosse. Along this they went westward, with the city ever climbing up like a green cloud upon their left; and as the night deepened more lights sprang forth, until all great circle and bending away on either hand. Beyond it was a deep fosse lost in soft shadow, but the grass upon its brink was green, as if it glowed still in memory of the sun that had gone. Upon the further side there rose to a great height a green wall encircling
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say to you: your Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while all the Company is true.'And with that word she held them with her eyes, and in silence looked searchingly at each of them in turn. None save Legolas and Aragorn could long endure her glance. Sam quickly blushed and hung his head.At length the Lady Galadriel released them from her eyes, and she smiled. `Do not let your hearts be troubled,' she said. 'Tonight you shall sleep in peace.' Then they sighed and felt suddenly weary, as those who have been questioned long and deeply, though no words had been spoken openly.`Go now! ' said Celeborn. `You are worn

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was on their master's hand again.''Then we must go on, if there is a way,' said Frodo with a sigh. Sam sank back into gloom.`There is a way that we may attempt,' said Gandalf. `I thought from the beginning, when first I considered this journey, that we should try it. But it is not a pleasant way, and I have not spoken of it to the where men are friendly to my people, taking the road that I followed on my way hither. Or we might pass by and cross the Isen into Langstrand and Lebennin, and so come to Gondor from the regions nigh to the Company before. Aragorn was against it, until the pass over the mountains had at least been tried.'`If it is a worse road than the Redhorn Gate, then it must be evil indeed,' said Merry. `But you had better tell us about it, and let us know the worst at once.''The road that I speak of leads to the Mines of Moria,' said Gandalf. Only Gimli lifted up his head; a smouldering fire was in his eyes. On all the others a dread fell at the mention of that name. Even to the hobbits it was a legend of vague fear:`The road may lead to Moria, but how can we hope that it will lead through Moria? ' said Aragorn darkly.`It is a name of ill omen,' said Boromir. `Nor do I see the need to go there. If we cannot cross the mountains, let us journey southwards, until we come to the Gap of Rohan,

Hopper Compartment C, Car 193

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becoming a wizard - or a warrior!''I hope not,' said Sam. 'I don't want to be neither!'In the afternoon they went on down the woods. They were probably following the very track that Gandalf, Bilbo, and the dwarves had used many years before. After a few miles they came out on the top of a high bank above the Road. At this did not feel it was really his, as it came from robbers.'The Road lay quiet under the long shadows of early evening. There was no sign of any other travellers to be seen. As there was now no other possible course for them to take, they climbed down the bank, and turning left went off as fast as they could. Soon a shoulder of the hills cut off the light of the fast westering sun. A cold wind flowed down to meet them from the mountains ahead.point the Road had left the Hoarwell far behind in its narrow valley, and now clung close to the feet of the hills, rolling and winding eastward among woods and heather-covered slopes towards the Ford and the Mountains. Not far down the bank Strider pointed out a stone in the grass. On it roughly cut and now much weathered could still be seen dwarf-runes and secret marks.'There!' said Merry. 'That must be the stone that marked the place where the trolls' gold was hidden. How much is left of Bilbo's share, I wonder, Frodo?'Frodo looked at the stone, and more perilous, nor less easy to pan with. 'None at all,' he said. 'Bilbo gave it all away. He told me he

Neiman Backhand Chris Evert

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Where did you get to, Frodo?'‘I thought that I was lost,' said Frodo; 'but I don't want to speak of it. Let us think of what we are to do now! Let us go on!''Dressed up like this, sir?' said Sam. 'Where are my clothes?' He of the deep water. Clothes are but little loss, if you escape from drowning. Be glad, my merry friends, and let the warm sunlight heal now heart and limb! Cast off these cold rags! Run naked on the grass, while Tom goes a-hunting!'He sprang away down hill, whistling and calling. Looking down after him Frodo saw him running away southwards along the green hollow between their hill and the next, still whistling and crying:Hey! now! Come hoy now! Whither do you wander?flung his circlet, belt, and rings on the grass, and looked round helplessly, as if he expected to find his cloak, jacket, and breeches, and other hobbit-garments lying somewhere to hand.'You won't find your clothes again,' said Tom, bounding down from the mound, and laughing as he danced round them in the sunlight. One would have thought that nothing dangerous or dreadful had happened; and indeed the horror faded out of their hearts as they looked at him, and saw the merry glint in his eyes.'What do you mean?' asked Pippin, looking at him, half puzzled and half amused. 'Why not?'But Tom shook his head, saying: 'You've found yourselves again, out

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Welcome!’ she said. ‘I had not heard that folk of the Shire were so sweet-tongued. But I see you are an elf-friend; the light in your eyes and the ring in your voice tells it. This is a merry meeting! Sit now, and wait for the Master of the house! He will not be long. He is tending your tired beasts.’The hobbits sat down gladly in low rush-seated chairs, while Goldberry busied herself about the table; and their eyes followed her, for the Bombadil?’‘He is,’ said Goldberry, staying her swift movements and smiling.Frodo looked at her questioningly. ‘He is, as you have seen him,’ she said in answer to his look. ‘He is the Master of wood, water, and hill.’‘Then all this strange land belongs to him?slender grace of her movement filled them with quiet delight. From somewhere behind the house came the sound of singing. Every now and again they caught, among many a derry dol and a merry dol and a ring a ding dillo the repeated words:Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow;Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.‘Fair lady!’ said Frodo again after a while. ‘Tell me, if my asking does not seem foolish, who is Tom ’

Caravaggio The Tooth Drawer

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We will not speak of this here,’ he said. ‘We think you had best come now with us. It is not our custom, but for this time we will lake you on our road, and you shall lodge with us tonight, if you will.’‘O Fair Folk! This is good fortune beyond my hope,’ said Pippin. Sam was speechless. ‘I thank you indeed, Gildor Inglorion,’ said Frodo bowing. ‘Elen síla lúmenn’ omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting,’ he added in the high-elven speech.‘Be careful, friends!’ cried shadow by the wayside. Before long the Elves came down the lane towards the valley. They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore no lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of the moon above the rim of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet. They were now silent, and as the last Elf passed he turned and looked towards the hobbits and laughed.‘Hail, Frodo!’ he cried. ‘You are abroad late. Or are you perhaps lost?’ Then he called aloud to the others, and all the company stopped and gathered round.‘This is indeed wonderful!’