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colors were regal without being dour, the cut was utterly flattering—and utterly . The dress said: I'm no cookie-cutter lady. The aqua short-sleeved jacket you wore over gray stripes on the campaign trail wasn't particularly "first lady like," but it was charming. And the exotic purple feather pin on Larry King showed a feminine theatricality that was just plain fun.West Side Story.I even love that you make the occasional mistake. It shows that you are open-minded, even risk-taking. But the white floral-print J. Crew dress you wore to the University of Mississippi debate was too much. White
The choices you've made thus far demonstrate traits that will be useful in a first lady: practicality, flexibility, a a sense of glamour. Yours is a particularly American style—relaxed, confident, classic, and not overly label-happy. You've embraced American designers, from populist low-cost outfitters like White House/Black Market (the awkwardly named makers of the now famous $148 dress you wore on The View) to big-gun American designers like Narciso Rodriguez (who made the cranberry wool shift you wore at the debate in Nashville) and new stars like Thakoon Panichgul (who made the print dress you had on in Denver).
You've also embraced the casual chic of some classically American looks. I love the way you wear your belt over a fitted sweater, like Mary Tyler Moore. I love that you wear flat shoes with a full skirt: so Maria from
Friday 28 November 2008
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examined, but at the same time nothing, small comfort through it was, that Voldemort was wary of approaching him, that Voldemort suspected that all had not gone to plan . . . .It was Bellatrix's voice, and she spoke as if to a lover. Harry did not dare open his eyes, but allowed
My Lord, let me --"
"I do not require assitance," said Voldemort coldly, and though he could not see it, Harry pictured Bellatrix withdrawing a helpful hand. "The boy . . . Is he dead?"
There was a complete silence in the clearing. Nobody approached Harry, but he felt their concentraded
Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry's face, and felt his heart. He could hear the woman's fast breathing, her pounding of his ribs.
"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?"
examined, but at the same time nothing, small comfort through it was, that Voldemort was wary of approaching him, that Voldemort suspected that all had not gone to plan . . . .It was Bellatrix's voice, and she spoke as if to a lover. Harry did not dare open his eyes, but allowed
My Lord, let me --"
"I do not require assitance," said Voldemort coldly, and though he could not see it, Harry pictured Bellatrix withdrawing a helpful hand. "The boy . . . Is he dead?"
There was a complete silence in the clearing. Nobody approached Harry, but he felt their concentraded
Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry's face, and felt his heart. He could hear the woman's fast breathing, her pounding of his ribs.
"Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?"
Thursday 27 November 2008
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"Is it love again?" said Voldemort, his snake's face jeering. "Dumbledore favorite solution, love, which he claimed conqered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like and old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Modblood mother like a cockroack, Potter - and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?""If it is not love that will save you this time," said Voldemort, "you must believe that you have magic that i do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?" "I believe both," said Harry, and he saw shock flit across the
"Just one thing," said Harry, and still they circled each other, wrapped in each other, held apart by nothing but the last secret.
"Is it love again?" said Voldemort, his snake's face jeering. "Dumbledore favorite solution, love, which he claimed conqered death, though love did not stop him falling from the tower and breaking like and old waxwork? Love, which did not prevent me stamping out your Modblood mother like a cockroack, Potter - and nobody seems to love you enough to run forward this time and take my curse. So what will stop you dying now when I strike?""If it is not love that will save you this time," said Voldemort, "you must believe that you have magic that i do not, or else a weapon more powerful than mine?" "I believe both," said Harry, and he saw shock flit across the
"Just one thing," said Harry, and still they circled each other, wrapped in each other, held apart by nothing but the last secret.
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"You gave me your word, Severus. And while we are talking about services you owe me, I thought you agreed to keep a close eye on our young Slytherin friend?"
Snape looked angry, mutinous. Dumbledore sighed.
"Come to my office tonight, Severus, at eleven, and you shall not complain that I have no confidence in you…" "That is between Harry and me. Now listen closely, Severus. There will come a time – after my death – do not argue, do not interrupt! There will come a time when Lord Voldemort will seem to fear his
They were back in Dumbledore's office, the windows dark, and Fawkes sat silent as Snape sat quite still, as Dumbledore walked around him, talking.
"Harry must not know, not until the last moment, not until it is necessary, otherwise how could he have the strength to do what must be done?"
"But what must he do?"
"You gave me your word, Severus. And while we are talking about services you owe me, I thought you agreed to keep a close eye on our young Slytherin friend?"
Snape looked angry, mutinous. Dumbledore sighed.
"Come to my office tonight, Severus, at eleven, and you shall not complain that I have no confidence in you…" "That is between Harry and me. Now listen closely, Severus. There will come a time – after my death – do not argue, do not interrupt! There will come a time when Lord Voldemort will seem to fear his
They were back in Dumbledore's office, the windows dark, and Fawkes sat silent as Snape sat quite still, as Dumbledore walked around him, talking.
"Harry must not know, not until the last moment, not until it is necessary, otherwise how could he have the strength to do what must be done?"
"But what must he do?"
Wednesday 26 November 2008
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have some objection?"
"I wonder what could have brought you out of our bed at this late hour?"
"I thought I heard a disturbance," said Professor McGonagall.
Charm was such that McGonagall was thrown off balance. =She brandished her wand at a touch on the wall and it flew out of its bracket. Harry, about to curse Snape, was forced to pull Luna out of the way of the descending flames, which became a ring of fire that filled the corridor and flew like a lasso at Snape---
"Really? But all seems calm."
Snape looked into her eyes.
"Have you seen Harry Potter, Minerva? Because if you have. I must insist---"
Professor McGonagall moved faster than Harry could have believed. Her wand slashed through the air and for a split second Harry thought that Snape must crumple, unconscious, but the swiftness of his Shield
have some objection?"
"I wonder what could have brought you out of our bed at this late hour?"
"I thought I heard a disturbance," said Professor McGonagall.
Charm was such that McGonagall was thrown off balance. =She brandished her wand at a touch on the wall and it flew out of its bracket. Harry, about to curse Snape, was forced to pull Luna out of the way of the descending flames, which became a ring of fire that filled the corridor and flew like a lasso at Snape---
"Really? But all seems calm."
Snape looked into her eyes.
"Have you seen Harry Potter, Minerva? Because if you have. I must insist---"
Professor McGonagall moved faster than Harry could have believed. Her wand slashed through the air and for a split second Harry thought that Snape must crumple, unconscious, but the swiftness of his Shield
Monday 24 November 2008
Perrault Le Miroir De La Nature
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Another site that adds social elements to investing is Inner8. It’s still in beta, but this site has quite a few useful tools for investors. Site members have the opportunity to recommend specific stocks — as well as recommend against particular stock picks. You can also keep close track of any fellow investor that you feel has a particularly good grasp on . Inner8 also provides the standard information on specific stocks, like forecasts, trading information and news updates. This site was built by members of the team that established E*TRADE and the two sites work well together. I don’t recommend one online brokerage over another, but E*TRADE has one of the longest histories of such companies and is worth looking at when you consider such options. Ameritrade is another well-known option for trading online.
Tip’d is a site that recently left beta: I’ve been keeping an eye on it and, as far as keeping track of information that could affect your investments, it’s fairly useful. It’s a social media site and you can vote stories up or down. There’s a pretty wide variety of stories included on the site, but if you’re trying learn as much as you can about the market before making anis a good starting point.
Another site that adds social elements to investing is Inner8. It’s still in beta, but this site has quite a few useful tools for investors. Site members have the opportunity to recommend specific stocks — as well as recommend against particular stock picks. You can also keep close track of any fellow investor that you feel has a particularly good grasp on . Inner8 also provides the standard information on specific stocks, like forecasts, trading information and news updates. This site was built by members of the team that established E*TRADE and the two sites work well together. I don’t recommend one online brokerage over another, but E*TRADE has one of the longest histories of such companies and is worth looking at when you consider such options. Ameritrade is another well-known option for trading online.
Tip’d is a site that recently left beta: I’ve been keeping an eye on it and, as far as keeping track of information that could affect your investments, it’s fairly useful. It’s a social media site and you can vote stories up or down. There’s a pretty wide variety of stories included on the site, but if you’re trying learn as much as you can about the market before making anis a good starting point.
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The Obama office of communications will be very busy building on the lessons learned from the campaign. Obama will likely hold more press conferences than his predecessor, but his team will continue its use of the Internet to directly reach the American people, as in Obama's weekly radio address, which is also a Web TV show that reached nearly 900,000 YouTube viewers with the November 14 edition.
Dan Manatt of offers some useful suggestions--such as making the U.S. budget comprehensible to mere mortals--to the Obama communications post on TechPresident.com:
The president's budget should become a multimedia document that makes the numbers--and the policy questions--accessible to the average citizen. The budget should be released online--not just as a pdf, as it is now, but as a multimedia, dynamic document with Web apps, widgets, and appendices applying Quicken-style functionalities, dynamic charts, etc. That way Americans can visualize and understand where their $3 trillion in tax dollars (minus the $1 trillion deficit) goes to. (Perhaps not surprisingly, private sites, including Wikipedia, offer citizens better digital tools to understand
The Obama office of communications will be very busy building on the lessons learned from the campaign. Obama will likely hold more press conferences than his predecessor, but his team will continue its use of the Internet to directly reach the American people, as in Obama's weekly radio address, which is also a Web TV show that reached nearly 900,000 YouTube viewers with the November 14 edition.
Dan Manatt of offers some useful suggestions--such as making the U.S. budget comprehensible to mere mortals--to the Obama communications post on TechPresident.com:
The president's budget should become a multimedia document that makes the numbers--and the policy questions--accessible to the average citizen. The budget should be released online--not just as a pdf, as it is now, but as a multimedia, dynamic document with Web apps, widgets, and appendices applying Quicken-style functionalities, dynamic charts, etc. That way Americans can visualize and understand where their $3 trillion in tax dollars (minus the $1 trillion deficit) goes to. (Perhaps not surprisingly, private sites, including Wikipedia, offer citizens better digital tools to understand
Sunday 23 November 2008
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Creole earrings, silver bracelets and a Star of David dangling from her necklace, which she often rubs with her fingers as she talks. Price runs a religious school at a synagogue near Los Angeles.
She says the restaurant has been one her favorites for the past 23 years -- since Sept. 20, 1985, to be exact. It was a Friday. "And I was sitting with my father at that table over there, eating garlic chicken. I was wearing a big hat."
On this Wednesday she orders a whitefish filet with creamed spinach and a soda, yet another immaterial detail she will now remember forever. rattle off, without hesitation, what she saw and heard on almost any given date. She remembers many early childhood experiences and most of the days between the ages of 9 and 15. After that, there are virtually no gaps in her memory. "Starting on Feb. 5, 1980, I remember everything. That was a Tuesday."
She can also date events that were reported in the media, provided she heard about them at the time. When and where did the Concorde crash? When was O.J. Simpson arrested? When did the second
Creole earrings, silver bracelets and a Star of David dangling from her necklace, which she often rubs with her fingers as she talks. Price runs a religious school at a synagogue near Los Angeles.
She says the restaurant has been one her favorites for the past 23 years -- since Sept. 20, 1985, to be exact. It was a Friday. "And I was sitting with my father at that table over there, eating garlic chicken. I was wearing a big hat."
On this Wednesday she orders a whitefish filet with creamed spinach and a soda, yet another immaterial detail she will now remember forever. rattle off, without hesitation, what she saw and heard on almost any given date. She remembers many early childhood experiences and most of the days between the ages of 9 and 15. After that, there are virtually no gaps in her memory. "Starting on Feb. 5, 1980, I remember everything. That was a Tuesday."
She can also date events that were reported in the media, provided she heard about them at the time. When and where did the Concorde crash? When was O.J. Simpson arrested? When did the second
Friday 21 November 2008
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a little butter, ranch dressing, cheese sauce or brown sugar to a vegetable dish can significantly improve its kid appeal. And adding a little fat to vegetables helps unlock their fat-soluble nutrients. The few extra calories you’re adding are a worthwhile tradeoff for the al boost and the chance to introduce a child to a vegetable.
Giving up too soon Ms. Worobey said she has often heard parents say, “My kid would never eat that.” While it may be true right now, she noted that eating preferences often change. So parents should keep preparing a variety of foods and putting them on the table, even if a child refuses to take a bite. In young children, it may take 10 or more attempts over several months to introduce a food.
Sibling dynamics and friendships can also change a child’s eating habits. Dr. Birch of Penn State noted that her first child was always willing to try new foods, but that her second child was not. “Part of it was just him defining his place in the family,” she said. By the age of 10 or 11, he didn’t want to be outdone by his sister and was far more willing to try new foods.
Susan B. Roberts, a -author
a little butter, ranch dressing, cheese sauce or brown sugar to a vegetable dish can significantly improve its kid appeal. And adding a little fat to vegetables helps unlock their fat-soluble nutrients. The few extra calories you’re adding are a worthwhile tradeoff for the al boost and the chance to introduce a child to a vegetable.
Giving up too soon Ms. Worobey said she has often heard parents say, “My kid would never eat that.” While it may be true right now, she noted that eating preferences often change. So parents should keep preparing a variety of foods and putting them on the table, even if a child refuses to take a bite. In young children, it may take 10 or more attempts over several months to introduce a food.
Sibling dynamics and friendships can also change a child’s eating habits. Dr. Birch of Penn State noted that her first child was always willing to try new foods, but that her second child was not. “Part of it was just him defining his place in the family,” she said. By the age of 10 or 11, he didn’t want to be outdone by his sister and was far more willing to try new foods.
Susan B. Roberts, a -author
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Harry looked around at the other two, now mere outlines in the darkness. He saw Hermione point her wand, set toward the outside,and removed the blackthorn wand. Harry clutched at his excruciatingly painful face, which felt unrecognizable beneath his fingers, tight, swollen, and puffy as though he had suffered some violent allergic reaction. His
eyes had been reduced to slits through which he could barely
but into his face; there was a bang, a burst of white light, and he buckled in agony, unable to see. He could feel his face swelling rapidly under his hands as heavy footfalls surrounded him. "Get up, vermin." Unknown hands dragged Harry roughly off the ground, before he could stop them, someone had rummaged through his pockets
Harry looked around at the other two, now mere outlines in the darkness. He saw Hermione point her wand, set toward the outside,and removed the blackthorn wand. Harry clutched at his excruciatingly painful face, which felt unrecognizable beneath his fingers, tight, swollen, and puffy as though he had suffered some violent allergic reaction. His
eyes had been reduced to slits through which he could barely
but into his face; there was a bang, a burst of white light, and he buckled in agony, unable to see. He could feel his face swelling rapidly under his hands as heavy footfalls surrounded him. "Get up, vermin." Unknown hands dragged Harry roughly off the ground, before he could stop them, someone had rummaged through his pockets
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enough to use the word one evening, after Hermione had told him off for his lack of interest in locating more Horcruxes. "We're not the one with an obsession, Harry! We're the ones trying to do what Dumbledore wanted us to do!"
And desire for the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, unbeatable, invincible, swallowed him once more…
They packed up the tent next morning and moved on through a dreary shower of rain. The downpour pursued them to the coast, where they pitched the tent that night, and persisted
But he was impervious to the veiled criticism. Dumbledore had left the sign of the Hallows for Hermione to decipher, and he had also, Harry remained convinced of it, left the Resurrection Stone hidden in the golden Snitch. Neither can live while the other survives…master of Death…Why didn't Ron and Hermione understand?
enough to use the word one evening, after Hermione had told him off for his lack of interest in locating more Horcruxes. "We're not the one with an obsession, Harry! We're the ones trying to do what Dumbledore wanted us to do!"
And desire for the Elder Wand, the Deathstick, unbeatable, invincible, swallowed him once more…
They packed up the tent next morning and moved on through a dreary shower of rain. The downpour pursued them to the coast, where they pitched the tent that night, and persisted
But he was impervious to the veiled criticism. Dumbledore had left the sign of the Hallows for Hermione to decipher, and he had also, Harry remained convinced of it, left the Resurrection Stone hidden in the golden Snitch. Neither can live while the other survives…master of Death…Why didn't Ron and Hermione understand?
Wednesday 19 November 2008
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!" roared Ron, causing Harry to jump into the hedge and Hermione (nose buried in a book at the tent entrance) to scowl over at them. "Sorry," said Ron, wrenching Harry back out of the brambles, "but the name's been jinxed, Harry, that's how they track people! Using his name breaks protective enchantments, it causes some kind of magical disturbance --- it's how they found us in Tottenham Court Road!"
"Because we used his *name*?"
"Exactly! You've got to give them credit, it makes sense. It was only people who were serious about standing up to him, like Dumbledore, who even dared use it. Now they've put a Taboo on it, anyone who says it is trackable ---quick-and-easy way to find Order members! They nearly got Kingsley ---"
"You're kidding?"
!" roared Ron, causing Harry to jump into the hedge and Hermione (nose buried in a book at the tent entrance) to scowl over at them. "Sorry," said Ron, wrenching Harry back out of the brambles, "but the name's been jinxed, Harry, that's how they track people! Using his name breaks protective enchantments, it causes some kind of magical disturbance --- it's how they found us in Tottenham Court Road!"
"Because we used his *name*?"
"Exactly! You've got to give them credit, it makes sense. It was only people who were serious about standing up to him, like Dumbledore, who even dared use it. Now they've put a Taboo on it, anyone who says it is trackable ---quick-and-easy way to find Order members! They nearly got Kingsley ---"
"You're kidding?"
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she changed, changed into the snake, and attacked."
He looked down at the puncture marks.
"It wasn't supposed to kill me, just keep me there till You-Know-Who came."
"Where's my wand, Hermione?" She was biting her lip, and tears swam in her eyes. "Harry ..." "Where's my wand?"
If he had only managed to kill the snake, it would have been worth it, all of it ... Sick at heart, he sat up and threw back the covers.
"Harry, no, I'm sure you ought to rest!"
"You're the one who needs sleep. No offense, but you look terrible. I'm fine. I'll keep watch for a while. Where's my wand?"
She did not answer, she merely looked at him.
She reached down beside the bed and held it out
she changed, changed into the snake, and attacked."
He looked down at the puncture marks.
"It wasn't supposed to kill me, just keep me there till You-Know-Who came."
"Where's my wand, Hermione?" She was biting her lip, and tears swam in her eyes. "Harry ..." "Where's my wand?"
If he had only managed to kill the snake, it would have been worth it, all of it ... Sick at heart, he sat up and threw back the covers.
"Harry, no, I'm sure you ought to rest!"
"You're the one who needs sleep. No offense, but you look terrible. I'm fine. I'll keep watch for a while. Where's my wand?"
She did not answer, she merely looked at him.
She reached down beside the bed and held it out
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pictures. As Bathilda fumbled with logs for the fire, he muttered "Tergeo": The dust vanished from the photographs, and he saw at once that half a dozen were missing from the largest and most ornate frames. He wondered whether Bathilda or somebody else had removed them. Then the sight of a photograph near the back of the collection caught his eye, and he snatched it up.
It was the golden-haired, merry-faced thief, the young man who had perched on Gregorovitch's windowsill, smiling lazily up at Harry out of the silver frame. And it came to Harry instantly where he had seen the boy , arm in arm with the teenage Dumbledore, and that must be where all the missing photographs were: in Rita's book.
"Mrs. -- Miss -- Bagshot?" he said, and his voice shook slightly. "Who is this?"
Bathilda was standing in the middle of the room watching Hermione light the fire for her.
pictures. As Bathilda fumbled with logs for the fire, he muttered "Tergeo": The dust vanished from the photographs, and he saw at once that half a dozen were missing from the largest and most ornate frames. He wondered whether Bathilda or somebody else had removed them. Then the sight of a photograph near the back of the collection caught his eye, and he snatched it up.
It was the golden-haired, merry-faced thief, the young man who had perched on Gregorovitch's windowsill, smiling lazily up at Harry out of the silver frame. And it came to Harry instantly where he had seen the boy , arm in arm with the teenage Dumbledore, and that must be where all the missing photographs were: in Rita's book.
"Mrs. -- Miss -- Bagshot?" he said, and his voice shook slightly. "Who is this?"
Bathilda was standing in the middle of the room watching Hermione light the fire for her.
Tuesday 18 November 2008
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What?" he snarled at Hermione. "I'm starving! All I've had since I bled half to death is a couple of toadstools!"
"You go and fight your way through the dementors, then," said Harry, stung.
"Of course!" cried Hermione, clapping a hand to her forehead and startling both of them into silence. "Harry, give me the locket! Come on," she said impatiently, clicking her fingers at him when he did not react," to Horcrux, Harry, you're still wearing it!" She held out her hands, and Harry lifted the golden chain over
"I would, but my arm's in a sling, in case you hadn't noticed!"
"That's convenient."
"And what's that supposed to — ?"
What?" he snarled at Hermione. "I'm starving! All I've had since I bled half to death is a couple of toadstools!"
"You go and fight your way through the dementors, then," said Harry, stung.
"Of course!" cried Hermione, clapping a hand to her forehead and startling both of them into silence. "Harry, give me the locket! Come on," she said impatiently, clicking her fingers at him when he did not react," to Horcrux, Harry, you're still wearing it!" She held out her hands, and Harry lifted the golden chain over
"I would, but my arm's in a sling, in case you hadn't noticed!"
"That's convenient."
"And what's that supposed to — ?"
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locket back to Ron and Hermione, each of whom did their best, but were no more successful at opening it than he had been.
"Can you feel it, though?" Ron asked in a hushed voice, as he held it tight in his clenched fist.
"What d'you mean?"
Ron passed the Horcrux to Harry. After a moment or two, Harry thought he knew what Ron meant. Was it his own blood pulsing through his veins that he could feel, orthe Horcrux against his chest was ticking away the time he had left. . . . Stupid idea, he told himself, don't think that. . . .
His scar was starting to prickle again. He was afraid that he was making it happen by having
locket back to Ron and Hermione, each of whom did their best, but were no more successful at opening it than he had been.
"Can you feel it, though?" Ron asked in a hushed voice, as he held it tight in his clenched fist.
"What d'you mean?"
Ron passed the Horcrux to Harry. After a moment or two, Harry thought he knew what Ron meant. Was it his own blood pulsing through his veins that he could feel, orthe Horcrux against his chest was ticking away the time he had left. . . . Stupid idea, he told himself, don't think that. . . .
His scar was starting to prickle again. He was afraid that he was making it happen by having
Sunday 16 November 2008
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violet paper airplanes that fluttered around the lamp in the ceiling of the lift.
Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services," said the disembodied witch's voice. Harry saw Hermione give Ron a little push and he hurried out
"Morning, Albert," said a bushily whiskered man, smiling at Harry. He glanced over at Ron and Hermione as the lift creaked upward once more; Hermione was now whispering frantic instructions to Ron. The wizard leaned toward Harry, leering, and muttering "Dirk Cresswell, eh? From Goblin Liaison? Nice one, Albert. I'm pretty confident I'll get his job now!"
He winked. Harry smiled back, hoping that this would suffice. The lift stopped; the grilles opened once more.
"
violet paper airplanes that fluttered around the lamp in the ceiling of the lift.
Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services," said the disembodied witch's voice. Harry saw Hermione give Ron a little push and he hurried out
"Morning, Albert," said a bushily whiskered man, smiling at Harry. He glanced over at Ron and Hermione as the lift creaked upward once more; Hermione was now whispering frantic instructions to Ron. The wizard leaned toward Harry, leering, and muttering "Dirk Cresswell, eh? From Goblin Liaison? Nice one, Albert. I'm pretty confident I'll get his job now!"
He winked. Harry smiled back, hoping that this would suffice. The lift stopped; the grilles opened once more.
"
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And you're supposed to be dying of spattergroit at the Burrow! If anyone shouldn't go, it's Harry, he's got a ten-thousand-Galleon price on his head – "
Harry's scar was becoming more and more painful. He stood up. At once, Kreacher hurried forward. "Master has not finished his soup, would master prefer the savory stew, or else the treacle tart to which Master is so partial?"
"Fine, I'll stay here," said Harry. "Let me know if you ever defeat Voldemort, won't you?"
As Ron and Hermione laughed, pain shot through the scar on Harry's forehead. His hand jumped to it. He saw Hermione's eyes narrow, and he tried to pass off the movement by brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Well, if all three of us go we'll have to Disapparate separately," Ron was saying. "We can't all fit under the Cloak anymore."
And you're supposed to be dying of spattergroit at the Burrow! If anyone shouldn't go, it's Harry, he's got a ten-thousand-Galleon price on his head – "
Harry's scar was becoming more and more painful. He stood up. At once, Kreacher hurried forward. "Master has not finished his soup, would master prefer the savory stew, or else the treacle tart to which Master is so partial?"
"Fine, I'll stay here," said Harry. "Let me know if you ever defeat Voldemort, won't you?"
As Ron and Hermione laughed, pain shot through the scar on Harry's forehead. His hand jumped to it. He saw Hermione's eyes narrow, and he tried to pass off the movement by brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Well, if all three of us go we'll have to Disapparate separately," Ron was saying. "We can't all fit under the Cloak anymore."
Edward Hopper Morning Sun painting
Edward Hopper Morning Sun paintingClaude Monet Venice Twilight paintingPierre Auguste Renoir Two Sisters (On the Terrace) painting
How do you know he works for Magical Maintenance?" Hermione asked, her soupspoon suspended in midair.
"Dad said everyone from Magical Maintenance wears navy blue robes."
Well, dies it really matter?" "Ron, it all matters! If we're going to get into the Ministry and not give ourselves away when they're bound to be on the lookout for intruders, every little detail matters! We've been over and over this, I mean, what's the point of all these reconnaissance trips if you aren't even bothering to
"But you never told us that!"
Hermione dropped her spoon and pulled toward her the sheaf of notes and maps that she and Ron had been examining when Harry had entered the kitchen.
"There's nothing in here about navy blue robes, nothing!" she said, flipping feverishly through the pages.
"
How do you know he works for Magical Maintenance?" Hermione asked, her soupspoon suspended in midair.
"Dad said everyone from Magical Maintenance wears navy blue robes."
Well, dies it really matter?" "Ron, it all matters! If we're going to get into the Ministry and not give ourselves away when they're bound to be on the lookout for intruders, every little detail matters! We've been over and over this, I mean, what's the point of all these reconnaissance trips if you aren't even bothering to
"But you never told us that!"
Hermione dropped her spoon and pulled toward her the sheaf of notes and maps that she and Ron had been examining when Harry had entered the kitchen.
"There's nothing in here about navy blue robes, nothing!" she said, flipping feverishly through the pages.
"
Claude Monet Woman with a Parasol painting
Claude Monet Woman with a Parasol paintingJohn William Waterhouse Miranda - The Tempest paintingJohn William Waterhouse Echo and Narcissus painting
Right, we've got a few questions for you," Harry told Mundungus, who shouted at once.
"I panicked, okay? I never wanted to come along, no offense, mate, but I never volunteered to die for you, an' that was bleedin' You-Know-Who come flying at me, anyone woulda got outta there. I said all along I didn't wanna do it –"
"We're not interested in why you ran out on Mad-Eye," said Harry, moving his wand a little closer to Mundungus's baggy, bloodshot eyes. "We already knew you were an unreliable bit of scum." "Well then, why the ‘ell am I being ‘unted down by ‘ouse-elves? Or is this about them goblets again? I ain't got none of ‘em left
"For your information, none of the rest of us Disapparated," said Hermione.
"Well, you're a bunch of bleedin' ‘eroes then, aren't you, but I never pretended I was up for killing meself –"
Right, we've got a few questions for you," Harry told Mundungus, who shouted at once.
"I panicked, okay? I never wanted to come along, no offense, mate, but I never volunteered to die for you, an' that was bleedin' You-Know-Who come flying at me, anyone woulda got outta there. I said all along I didn't wanna do it –"
"We're not interested in why you ran out on Mad-Eye," said Harry, moving his wand a little closer to Mundungus's baggy, bloodshot eyes. "We already knew you were an unreliable bit of scum." "Well then, why the ‘ell am I being ‘unted down by ‘ouse-elves? Or is this about them goblets again? I ain't got none of ‘em left
"For your information, none of the rest of us Disapparated," said Hermione.
"Well, you're a bunch of bleedin' ‘eroes then, aren't you, but I never pretended I was up for killing meself –"
Wednesday 12 November 2008
Caravaggio Narcissus painting
Caravaggio Narcissus paintingCaravaggio Madonna di Loreto paintingAndrea Mantegna Adoration of the Magi painting
Well, in that interview," Harry went on, "Rita Skeeter hinted that Professor Dumbledore was involved in the Dark Arts when he was young."
"Don't believe a word of it!" said Doge at once. "Not a word, Harry! Let nothing tarnish your memories of Albus Dumbledore!"
But he was interrupted by a shrill cackle. "Rita Skeeter? Oh, I love her, always read her!"
Harry looked into Doge's earnest, pained face, and felt, not reassured, but frustrated. Did Doge really think it was that easy, that Harry could simply choose not to believe? Didn't Doge understand Harry's need to be sure, to know everything?"
Perhaps Doge suspected Harry's feelings, for he looked concerned and hurried on, "Harry, Rita Skeeter is a dreadful –"
Well, in that interview," Harry went on, "Rita Skeeter hinted that Professor Dumbledore was involved in the Dark Arts when he was young."
"Don't believe a word of it!" said Doge at once. "Not a word, Harry! Let nothing tarnish your memories of Albus Dumbledore!"
But he was interrupted by a shrill cackle. "Rita Skeeter? Oh, I love her, always read her!"
Harry looked into Doge's earnest, pained face, and felt, not reassured, but frustrated. Did Doge really think it was that easy, that Harry could simply choose not to believe? Didn't Doge understand Harry's need to be sure, to know everything?"
Perhaps Doge suspected Harry's feelings, for he looked concerned and hurried on, "Harry, Rita Skeeter is a dreadful –"
Caravaggio The Sacrifice of Isaac painting
Caravaggio The Sacrifice of Isaac paintingCaravaggio The Musicians paintingCaravaggio The Crowning with Thorns painting
napkin. "Certainly I knew him longest, if you don't count Aberforth – and somehow, people never do seem to count Aberforth."
"Speaking of the Daily Prophet… I don't know whether you saw, Mr. Doge -?"
"Oh, please call me Elphias, dear boy."
"Elphias, I don't know whether you saw the interview Rita Skeeter gave about Dumbledore?"
Doge's face flooded with angry color.
"Oh yes, Harry, I saw it. That woman, or vulture might be a more me to talk to her, I am ashamed to say that I became rather rude, called her an interfering trout, which resulted, as you my have seen, in aspersions cast upon my sanity."
napkin. "Certainly I knew him longest, if you don't count Aberforth – and somehow, people never do seem to count Aberforth."
"Speaking of the Daily Prophet… I don't know whether you saw, Mr. Doge -?"
"Oh, please call me Elphias, dear boy."
"Elphias, I don't know whether you saw the interview Rita Skeeter gave about Dumbledore?"
Doge's face flooded with angry color.
"Oh yes, Harry, I saw it. That woman, or vulture might be a more me to talk to her, I am ashamed to say that I became rather rude, called her an interfering trout, which resulted, as you my have seen, in aspersions cast upon my sanity."
Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Necklace painting
Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Necklace paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkeys paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Cropped Hair painting
Whoever dubbed New York, New York "the city that never sleeps" should visit The Maternity Ward. My recent visit included a drop-in on several screenings of "A Star Is Born" at the late-show theatre, right near Mama's Breast (all night milk bar) and Papa's Gas Station ("We burp you on your way.").
To a chorus of infant cries, I drafted this column at 1:00 a.m. Of course, it was 3:00 p.m. in Tokyo, so I suppose it wasn't so late after all.The first lesson - all men, take note - is that my wife is my hero.As the husband, I experienced the whole birthing outburst second-hand. After careful observation, I conclude that this is the best way to experience it. (Apparently I had some first-hand experience over 40 years ago, but I can't remember too many details.)
The whole experience of birthing seems to be a very traumatic way to build a family. Fortunately, it did lead to two very happy results. It gave me a new daughter, Lauralee, the Little Sister. And it taught me some valuable lessons, which it is my patriotic duty to share with you.
Whoever dubbed New York, New York "the city that never sleeps" should visit The Maternity Ward. My recent visit included a drop-in on several screenings of "A Star Is Born" at the late-show theatre, right near Mama's Breast (all night milk bar) and Papa's Gas Station ("We burp you on your way.").
To a chorus of infant cries, I drafted this column at 1:00 a.m. Of course, it was 3:00 p.m. in Tokyo, so I suppose it wasn't so late after all.The first lesson - all men, take note - is that my wife is my hero.As the husband, I experienced the whole birthing outburst second-hand. After careful observation, I conclude that this is the best way to experience it. (Apparently I had some first-hand experience over 40 years ago, but I can't remember too many details.)
The whole experience of birthing seems to be a very traumatic way to build a family. Fortunately, it did lead to two very happy results. It gave me a new daughter, Lauralee, the Little Sister. And it taught me some valuable lessons, which it is my patriotic duty to share with you.
Tuesday 11 November 2008
Thomas Kinkade New York 5th Avenue painting
Thomas Kinkade New York 5th Avenue paintingThomas Kinkade Mountains Declare his Glory paintingThomas Kinkade HOMETOWN MEMORIES painting
Harry dragged his rucksack toward him and pulled out the fake Horcrux in which R.A.B.'s note was still folded.
"'I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.'" Harry read out.
"Yes, but we're still going to have to try and trace the real locket, aren't we?" said Hermione, "to find out whether or not it's destroyed." "And once we get hold of it, how do you destroy a Horcrux?" asked Ron. "Well," said Hermione, "I've been researching that." "How?" asked Harry. "I didn't think there were any books on Horcruxes in the library?""Well, what if he did finish it off?" said Ron.
"Or she." Interposed Hermione.
"Whichever," said Ron. "it'd be one less for us to do!"
Harry dragged his rucksack toward him and pulled out the fake Horcrux in which R.A.B.'s note was still folded.
"'I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can.'" Harry read out.
"Yes, but we're still going to have to try and trace the real locket, aren't we?" said Hermione, "to find out whether or not it's destroyed." "And once we get hold of it, how do you destroy a Horcrux?" asked Ron. "Well," said Hermione, "I've been researching that." "How?" asked Harry. "I didn't think there were any books on Horcruxes in the library?""Well, what if he did finish it off?" said Ron.
"Or she." Interposed Hermione.
"Whichever," said Ron. "it'd be one less for us to do!"
Monday 10 November 2008
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings
murderous incidents -- it was imperative that the forces of disintegration weren't permitted to have things all their own way. "We must show that there are also counterforces at work." Salahuddin was somewhat bemused at the rapidity with which, once again, his had begun to change. _Me, taking part in a CP(M) event. Wonders will never cease; I really must be in love_.
Berthe Morisot paintings
lines are being drawn up in India today," she cried. "Secular versus rational, the light versus the dark. Better you choose which side you are on."
Bhupen got up, angrily, to go. Zeeny pacified him: "We can't afford schisms. There's planning to be done." He sat down again, and Swatilekha kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry," Ghats. The poems had been criticized by the Hindu right; one eminent South Indian professor had announced that Bhupen had "forfeited his right to be called an Indian poet", but in the opinion of the young woman, Swatilekha, Bhupen had been seduced by religion into a dangerous ambiguity. Grey hair flopping earnestly, moon-face shining, Bhupen defended himself. "I have said that the only crop of Gagari is the stone gods being quarried from the hills. I have spoken of herds
Bartolome Esteban Murillo paintings
murderous incidents -- it was imperative that the forces of disintegration weren't permitted to have things all their own way. "We must show that there are also counterforces at work." Salahuddin was somewhat bemused at the rapidity with which, once again, his had begun to change. _Me, taking part in a CP(M) event. Wonders will never cease; I really must be in love_.
Berthe Morisot paintings
lines are being drawn up in India today," she cried. "Secular versus rational, the light versus the dark. Better you choose which side you are on."
Bhupen got up, angrily, to go. Zeeny pacified him: "We can't afford schisms. There's planning to be done." He sat down again, and Swatilekha kissed him on the cheek. "I'm sorry," Ghats. The poems had been criticized by the Hindu right; one eminent South Indian professor had announced that Bhupen had "forfeited his right to be called an Indian poet", but in the opinion of the young woman, Swatilekha, Bhupen had been seduced by religion into a dangerous ambiguity. Grey hair flopping earnestly, moon-face shining, Bhupen defended himself. "I have said that the only crop of Gagari is the stone gods being quarried from the hills. I have spoken of herds
Sunday 9 November 2008
Frida Kahlo The Broken Column painting
Frida Kahlo The Broken Column paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkey painting
her lungs. Then something within him refused that, made a different choice, and at the instant that his heart broke, he opened. Saladin Chamcha took to the air again in response to the telegraphed news that his father was in the terminal stages of multiple myeloma, a systemic cancer of the bone marrow that was "one hundred per cent fatal", as Chamcha's GP unsentimentally put it when he telephoned her to check. There had been no real
His body split apart from his adam"s-apple to his groin, so that she could reach deep within him, and now she was open, they all were, and at the moment of their opening the waters parted, and they walked to Mecca across the bed of the Arabian Sea. contact between father and son since Changez Chamchawala sent Saladin the proceeds from his felled walnut--tree all those eternities ago. Saladin had sent a brief note reporting that he had survived the _Bostan_ disaster, and had been sent an even terser missive in return: "Rec.'d yr. communication. This
her lungs. Then something within him refused that, made a different choice, and at the instant that his heart broke, he opened. Saladin Chamcha took to the air again in response to the telegraphed news that his father was in the terminal stages of multiple myeloma, a systemic cancer of the bone marrow that was "one hundred per cent fatal", as Chamcha's GP unsentimentally put it when he telephoned her to check. There had been no real
His body split apart from his adam"s-apple to his groin, so that she could reach deep within him, and now she was open, they all were, and at the moment of their opening the waters parted, and they walked to Mecca across the bed of the Arabian Sea. contact between father and son since Changez Chamchawala sent Saladin the proceeds from his felled walnut--tree all those eternities ago. Saladin had sent a brief note reporting that he had survived the _Bostan_ disaster, and had been sent an even terser missive in return: "Rec.'d yr. communication. This
Friday 7 November 2008
Pablo Picasso The Old Guitarist painting
Pablo Picasso The Old Guitarist paintingPablo Picasso Girl Before a Mirror paintingClaude Monet Sunflowers painting
down Robert de Niro hair above proliferating eyebrows, Maslama didn't look the crawling type, but that's what he was _doing_, all right, on his goddamn _belly_, pushing his staff aside, _I'll attend to the gentleman myself_, bowing and scraping, walking backwards, would you believe? -- Anyway, the stranger had this _fat money-belt_ under his shirt and started hauling out numbers of high-denomination notes; he pointed at a turns to the whole store and yells at the top of his voice, _I am the right hand of God_. -- Straight up, you wouldn't credit it, the bloody day of judgment was at hand. -- Maslama was right out of it after that, well shaken trumpet on a high shelf, _that's the one_, just like that, hardly looked at it, and Mr. Maslama was up the ladder _pronto_, I"ll--get--it--I--said--I"ll--get--it, and now the truly amazing part, he tried to refuse payment, Maslama!, it was no no _sir_ no charge _sir_, but the stranger paid anyway, stuffing the notes into Maslama's upper jacket-pocket as if he were some sort of _bellhop_, you had to be there, and last of all the customer
down Robert de Niro hair above proliferating eyebrows, Maslama didn't look the crawling type, but that's what he was _doing_, all right, on his goddamn _belly_, pushing his staff aside, _I'll attend to the gentleman myself_, bowing and scraping, walking backwards, would you believe? -- Anyway, the stranger had this _fat money-belt_ under his shirt and started hauling out numbers of high-denomination notes; he pointed at a turns to the whole store and yells at the top of his voice, _I am the right hand of God_. -- Straight up, you wouldn't credit it, the bloody day of judgment was at hand. -- Maslama was right out of it after that, well shaken trumpet on a high shelf, _that's the one_, just like that, hardly looked at it, and Mr. Maslama was up the ladder _pronto_, I"ll--get--it--I--said--I"ll--get--it, and now the truly amazing part, he tried to refuse payment, Maslama!, it was no no _sir_ no charge _sir_, but the stranger paid anyway, stuffing the notes into Maslama's upper jacket-pocket as if he were some sort of _bellhop_, you had to be there, and last of all the customer
Thursday 6 November 2008
Paul Cezanne Young Man with a Skull painting
Paul Cezanne Young Man with a Skull paintingPaul Cezanne The Railway Cutting paintingPaul Cezanne The Hanged Man's House painting
wardrobe preferred by Otto Cone, and, it seemed, to an oratorical manner that suited the big black hats and frilly suits. "Enjoy California, Mother," Allie said sharply. "One of us is happy," Alicja said. "Why shouldn't it be me?" And before her daughter could answer, she swept off past the passengers--only barrier, flourishing passport, boarding-pass, ticket, heading for the duty-free bottles of Opium and Gordon's Gin, which were on sale beneath an illuminated sign reading SAY HELLO TO THE GOOD BUYS. Now, however, he was heading for a human ruin; not to admire, and maybe even (for the decision to do evil is never finally taken until the very instant of the deed; there is always a last chance to withdraw) to vandalize. To scrawl his name in
In the last light, the road rounded a spur of treeless, heather-covered hills. Long ago, in another country, another twilight, Chamcha had rounded another such spur and come into sight of the remains of Persepolis.
wardrobe preferred by Otto Cone, and, it seemed, to an oratorical manner that suited the big black hats and frilly suits. "Enjoy California, Mother," Allie said sharply. "One of us is happy," Alicja said. "Why shouldn't it be me?" And before her daughter could answer, she swept off past the passengers--only barrier, flourishing passport, boarding-pass, ticket, heading for the duty-free bottles of Opium and Gordon's Gin, which were on sale beneath an illuminated sign reading SAY HELLO TO THE GOOD BUYS. Now, however, he was heading for a human ruin; not to admire, and maybe even (for the decision to do evil is never finally taken until the very instant of the deed; there is always a last chance to withdraw) to vandalize. To scrawl his name in
In the last light, the road rounded a spur of treeless, heather-covered hills. Long ago, in another country, another twilight, Chamcha had rounded another such spur and come into sight of the remains of Persepolis.
Leroy Neiman High Stakes Blackjack Vegas painting
Leroy Neiman High Stakes Blackjack Vegas painting
Leroy Neiman Elephant Family painting
personal, it's political," Jumpy emphasized, adding, as he got up to leave, "Urn, there's a public meeting about it tomorrow. Pamela and I have to go; please, I mean if you'd like, if you'd be interested, that is, come along if you want."
"You asked him to go with us?" Pamela was incredulous. She had started to feel nauseous most of the time, and it did nothing for her mood. "You actually did that without consulting me?" Jumpy looked crestfallen. "Doesn't matter, anyhow," she let him off the hook. "Catch _him_ going to anything like _that_."
Leroy Neiman Elephant Family painting
In the morning, however, Saladin presented himself in the hall, wearing a smart brown suit, a camel coat with a silk collar, and a rather natty brown homburg hat. "Where are you off to?" Pamela, in turban, army--surplus leather jacket and tracksuit bottoms that revealed the incipient thickening of her middle, wanted to know. "Bloody Ascot?" "I believe I was invited to a meeting," Saladin answered in his least combative manner, and Pamela freaked. "You want to be careful," she warned
Leroy Neiman Elephant Family painting
personal, it's political," Jumpy emphasized, adding, as he got up to leave, "Urn, there's a public meeting about it tomorrow. Pamela and I have to go; please, I mean if you'd like, if you'd be interested, that is, come along if you want."
"You asked him to go with us?" Pamela was incredulous. She had started to feel nauseous most of the time, and it did nothing for her mood. "You actually did that without consulting me?" Jumpy looked crestfallen. "Doesn't matter, anyhow," she let him off the hook. "Catch _him_ going to anything like _that_."
Leroy Neiman Elephant Family painting
In the morning, however, Saladin presented himself in the hall, wearing a smart brown suit, a camel coat with a silk collar, and a rather natty brown homburg hat. "Where are you off to?" Pamela, in turban, army--surplus leather jacket and tracksuit bottoms that revealed the incipient thickening of her middle, wanted to know. "Bloody Ascot?" "I believe I was invited to a meeting," Saladin answered in his least combative manner, and Pamela freaked. "You want to be careful," she warned
Francois Boucher Brown Odalisk painting
Francois Boucher Brown Odalisk paintingFrancois Boucher Are They Thinking About the Grap paintingFrancois Boucher An Autumn Pastoral painting
fact. "That girl couldn't stomach it that her husband wanted so many other women," he said. "He talked about necessity, political alliances and so on, but she wasn't fooled. Who can blame her? Finally he went into -- what else? -- one of his trances, and out he came with a message from the archangel. Gibreel had recited verses giving him full divine support. God's own permission to luck asof knots, and he berated Umm Salamah: "Why didn't you wake me?" She answered: "I was afraid to, in case the verses were coming to you." He shook his head. "Don't worry about that. The only woman in whose company the verses come is 'Ayesha', not you."
o o o yes -- submissive helpmeets of a man who was wise, loving and strong. That is to say: the years of enacting the fantasies of men had finally corrupted their dreams, so that even in their hearts of hearts they wished to turn themselves into the oldest male fantasy of all. The added spice of acting out
fact. "That girl couldn't stomach it that her husband wanted so many other women," he said. "He talked about necessity, political alliances and so on, but she wasn't fooled. Who can blame her? Finally he went into -- what else? -- one of his trances, and out he came with a message from the archangel. Gibreel had recited verses giving him full divine support. God's own permission to luck asof knots, and he berated Umm Salamah: "Why didn't you wake me?" She answered: "I was afraid to, in case the verses were coming to you." He shook his head. "Don't worry about that. The only woman in whose company the verses come is 'Ayesha', not you."
o o o yes -- submissive helpmeets of a man who was wise, loving and strong. That is to say: the years of enacting the fantasies of men had finally corrupted their dreams, so that even in their hearts of hearts they wished to turn themselves into the oldest male fantasy of all. The added spice of acting out
Tuesday 4 November 2008
Thomas Kinkade Peaceful Time painting
Thomas Kinkade Peaceful Time paintingThomas Kinkade Home For Christmas paintingThomas Kinkade Elegant Evening at Biltmore painting
know they're chasing after you. But suppose they stop? My guess is you'd turn and run the other way." Later, when they'd made up, she teased him with her growing stardom (since she became the first sexually blonde to conquer Everest, the noise had increased and a quantity of insane abuse): "I could be in movies myself now that you've retired. Who knows? Maybe I will." To which he responded, shocking her by the force of his words, "Over my goddamn dead body."
In spite of her pragmatic willingness to enter the polluted waters of the real and swim in the general direction of the current, she never lost the sense that some awful disaster was lurking just around the corner -- a legacy, this, of her father's and sister's sudden deaths. This hairs-on-neck prickliness had made her a cautious climber, a "real percentage man", as the lads would have it,
know they're chasing after you. But suppose they stop? My guess is you'd turn and run the other way." Later, when they'd made up, she teased him with her growing stardom (since she became the first sexually blonde to conquer Everest, the noise had increased and a quantity of insane abuse): "I could be in movies myself now that you've retired. Who knows? Maybe I will." To which he responded, shocking her by the force of his words, "Over my goddamn dead body."
In spite of her pragmatic willingness to enter the polluted waters of the real and swim in the general direction of the current, she never lost the sense that some awful disaster was lurking just around the corner -- a legacy, this, of her father's and sister's sudden deaths. This hairs-on-neck prickliness had made her a cautious climber, a "real percentage man", as the lads would have it,
Frida Kahlo Still Life with Parrot painting
Frida Kahlo Still Life with Parrot paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Loose Hair paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Braid painting
moment, along with his old "Where's the telephone?" he demanded. "I've got to make some calls."
It was in the hall; Anahita, raiding her savings, lent him the coins. His head wrapped in a borrowed turban, his body concealed in borrowed trousers (Jumpy"s) and Mishal's shoes, Chamcha dialled the past.
"Chamcha," said the voice of Mimi Mamoulian. "You're dead."
This happened while he was away: Mimi blacked out and lost her teeth. "A whiteout is what it was," she told him, speaking more harshly than usual because of difficulty with her jaw. "A reason why? Don't ask. Who can ask for reason in these times? What's your number?" she added as the pips went. "I'll call you right back." But it was a full five minutes before she did. "I took a leak. You have a reason why you're alive? Why the waters parted for you and the other guy but closed over the rest? Don't tell me you were worthier. People don't buy that nowadays, not even you, Chamcha. I was walking down
moment, along with his old "Where's the telephone?" he demanded. "I've got to make some calls."
It was in the hall; Anahita, raiding her savings, lent him the coins. His head wrapped in a borrowed turban, his body concealed in borrowed trousers (Jumpy"s) and Mishal's shoes, Chamcha dialled the past.
"Chamcha," said the voice of Mimi Mamoulian. "You're dead."
This happened while he was away: Mimi blacked out and lost her teeth. "A whiteout is what it was," she told him, speaking more harshly than usual because of difficulty with her jaw. "A reason why? Don't ask. Who can ask for reason in these times? What's your number?" she added as the pips went. "I'll call you right back." But it was a full five minutes before she did. "I took a leak. You have a reason why you're alive? Why the waters parted for you and the other guy but closed over the rest? Don't tell me you were worthier. People don't buy that nowadays, not even you, Chamcha. I was walking down
Monday 3 November 2008
Albert Moore Dreamers painting
Albert Moore Dreamers paintingAlbert Moore A Venus paintingAlbert Moore A Musician painting
the balcony railing, and the slight movement of his white kurta must have caught her eye, because she lifted her head quickly and looked right into his face.
And did not immediately look down again. Nor did she get up and run away, as he had half expected.
What she did: waited for a few seconds, as though to see if he intended to speak. When he did not, she simply resumed her strange meal without taking her eyes from his face. The strangest aspect of it was that the butterflies seemed to be funnelling downwards from the brightening air, going willingly towards her outstretched palms and their own deaths. She held them by the wingtips, threw her head back and flicked them into her mouth with the tip of her narrow tongue. Once she kept her mouth open, the dark lips parted defiantly, and Mirza Saced trembled to see the butterfly fluttering within the dark cavern of its death, yet making no attempt to escape. When she was
the balcony railing, and the slight movement of his white kurta must have caught her eye, because she lifted her head quickly and looked right into his face.
And did not immediately look down again. Nor did she get up and run away, as he had half expected.
What she did: waited for a few seconds, as though to see if he intended to speak. When he did not, she simply resumed her strange meal without taking her eyes from his face. The strangest aspect of it was that the butterflies seemed to be funnelling downwards from the brightening air, going willingly towards her outstretched palms and their own deaths. She held them by the wingtips, threw her head back and flicked them into her mouth with the tip of her narrow tongue. Once she kept her mouth open, the dark lips parted defiantly, and Mirza Saced trembled to see the butterfly fluttering within the dark cavern of its death, yet making no attempt to escape. When she was
Sunday 2 November 2008
William Etty Penitent Magdalen painting
William Etty Penitent Magdalen paintingWilliam Etty Female Nude in a Landscape paintingBenjamin Williams Leader The Incoming Tide Porth Newquay painting
that bothered him because he called across, Look out, Allie Bibi, the height. I recall sort of floating over the last overhang and up to the top, and then we were there, with the ground falling away on every side. Such light; the universe purified into light. I wanted to tear off my clothes and let it soak into my skin." Not a titter from the class; they were dancing naked with her on the roof of the world. "Then the visions began, the out of it. I had to yell at Pem until he, too, shook himself and we started down. The weather was changing rapidly; a blizzard was on the way. The air was heavy now, heaviness instead of that light, that lightness. We just made it to the meeting point and the four of us piled into the little tent atrainbows looping and dancing in the sky, the radiance pouring down like a waterfall from the sun, and there were angels, the others hadn't been joking. I saw them and so did Sherpa Pemba. We were on our knees by then. His pupils looked pure white and so did mine, I'm sure. We would probably have died there, I'm sure, snow-blind and mountain-foolish, but then I heard a noise, a loud, sharp report, like a gun. That snapped me
that bothered him because he called across, Look out, Allie Bibi, the height. I recall sort of floating over the last overhang and up to the top, and then we were there, with the ground falling away on every side. Such light; the universe purified into light. I wanted to tear off my clothes and let it soak into my skin." Not a titter from the class; they were dancing naked with her on the roof of the world. "Then the visions began, the out of it. I had to yell at Pem until he, too, shook himself and we started down. The weather was changing rapidly; a blizzard was on the way. The air was heavy now, heaviness instead of that light, that lightness. We just made it to the meeting point and the four of us piled into the little tent atrainbows looping and dancing in the sky, the radiance pouring down like a waterfall from the sun, and there were angels, the others hadn't been joking. I saw them and so did Sherpa Pemba. We were on our knees by then. His pupils looked pure white and so did mine, I'm sure. We would probably have died there, I'm sure, snow-blind and mountain-foolish, but then I heard a noise, a loud, sharp report, like a gun. That snapped me
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