Claude Monet Impression Sunrise

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He lifted the rucksack higher on his shoulders and turned toward them to see what he could find. In the calm of the long evening, it was pleasant to walk on this smooth road, with the sound of some cicada-like creatures in the long grass and the setting sun warm in his face. The air was fresh, too, clear and sweet and entirely free of the taint of naphtha fumes, kerosene fumes, whatever they were, which had lain so heavily on the air in one of the worlds he'd passed through: the world his target, the tempter herself, belonged to.
He came out at sunset on a yards in length. Were they birds? They had feathers, and heads and beaks not unlike swans', but those wings were situated one in front of the other, surely...little headland beside a shallow bay. If they had tides in this sea, the tide was high, because there was only a narrow fringe of soft white sand above the water.And floating in the calm bay were a dozen or more. Father Gomez had to stop and think carefully. A dozen or more enormous snow-white birds, each the size of a rowboat, with long, straight wings that trailed on the water behind them: very long wings, at least two

Caravaggio Supper at Emmaus

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And even in her sickness and pain, Lyra felt that she'd just been dealt the ace of trumps.
"Oh, be careful," whispered Salmakia, but Lyra's mind was already racing ahead through the story she'd told the night before, shaping and cutting and improving and adding: parents dead; family treasure; shipwreck; escape ...
"Well," she said, settling face; but Will took out the knife and threw himself in the way. No-Name swerved out of reach just in time, and Will hustled Lyra over toward the door, because she was numb with shock and half-blinded by the blood running down her face. Where the Gallivespians were, Will had no idea, but the harpy was flying at them again into her storytelling frame of mind, "it began when I was a baby, really. My father and mother were the Duke and Duchess of Abingdon, you see, and they were as rich as anything. My father was one of the king's advisers, and the king himself used to come and stay, oh, all the time. They'd go hunting in our forest. The house there, where I was born, it was the biggest house in the whole south of England. It was called…"Without even a cry of warning, the harpy launched herself at Lyra, claws outstretched. Lyra just had time to duck, but still one of the claws caught her scalp and tore out a clump of hair."Liar! Liar!" the harpy was screaming. "Liar!"She flew around again, aiming directly for Lyra's

Jack Vettriano Fetish

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His Majesty King Ogunwe and the Lord Roke."
The African general and the Gallivespian came in: King Ogunwe in a clean uniform, with a wound on his temple freshly dressed, and Lord sign, but inclined her head and sat down peaceably, holding the pinioned monkey in her arms.
Without wasting time, Lord Asriel said, "Tell me what happened, King Ogunwe."
The African, powerful and deep-voiced, said, "We killed seventeen Swiss Guards and destroyed two zeppelins. We lost five men and one gyropter. The girl and the boy escaped. We Roke gliding swiftly to the table astride his blue hawk.Lord Asriel greeted them warmly and offered wine. The bird let his rider step off, and then flew to the bracket by the door as the orderly announced the third of Lord Asriel's high commanders, an angel by the name of Xaphania. She was of a much higher rank than Baruch or Balthamos, and visible by a shimmering, disconcerting light that seemed to come from somewhere else.By this time Mrs. Coulter had emerged, much tidied, and all three commanders bowed to her; and if she was surprised at their appearance, she gave no

Frida Kahlo The Frame

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a similar way the mulefa knew where the best fish were to be had, and exactly when and where to lay their nets. Looking for something she could do, Mary went to the net-makers and offered to help. When she saw how they worked, not on their own but two by two, working their trunks together to tie a knot, she realized why they'd been so astonished by her Each day a party went out to check on the well-being of the mighty trees, and to harvest any fallen seedpods. It was clear what the mulefa gained; but how did the trees benefit from this interchange? One day she saw. As she was riding along with the group, suddenly there was a loud crack, and everyone came to a halt, hands, because of course she could tie knots on her own. At first she felt that this gave her an advantage, she needed no one else, and then she realized how it cut her off from others. Perhaps all human beings were like that. And from that time on, she used one hand to knot the fibers, sharing the task with a female zalif who had become her particular friend, fingers and trunk moving in and out together.But of all the living things the wheeled people managed, it was the seedpod trees that they took most care with.There were half a dozen groves within the area looked after by this group. There were others farther away, but they were the responsibility of other groups.

Henri Matisse The Window

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he saw what he was looking for: a narrow gully leading back between jagged walls, and at the entrance, a large, low boulder.
He clambered steadily toward it. Beneath his huge feet, dry bones snapped loudly in the stillness, because many men had died Iorek Byrnison moved around to the upper side. It was a good shelter from an enemy below, but not good enough; for among the hail of bullets that had chipped fragments off the rock had been a few that had found their targets and lay where they had come to rest, in the body of the man lying stiff in the shadow.
He was a body still, and not a skeleton, because the witch had laid a spell to preserve here, to be picked clean by coyotes and vultures and lesser creatures; but the great bear ignored them and stepped up carefully toward the rock. The going was loose and he was heavy, and more than once the scree shifted under his feet and carried him down again in a scramble of dust and gravel. But as soon as he slid down, he began to move up once more, relentlessly, patiently, until he reached the rock itself, where the footing was firmer.The boulder was pitted and chipped with bullet marks. Everything the witch had told him was true. And in confirmation, a little Arctic flower, a purple saxifrage, blossomed improbably where the witch had planted it as a signal in a cranny of the rock.

Frida Kahlo Thinking about Death

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weeks ago. Tang shared their sense of frustration. Many who knew him are reluctant to talk about him publicly, fearing trouble with the authorities, and most requested anonymity before agreeing to be interviewed. But his story of a job, a Home and basic social services for all. Reforms since then have brought unprecedented prosperity, but also cutthroat competition. China's suicide rate—at least 23 people out of every 100,000 kill themselves per year—is more than double the U.S. figure. The Shanghai Mental health Center recently reported that the incidence of Depression in that city has quadrupled in the past decade. Older Chinese like Tang are especially hard hit. In Mao's day, at least they had some pride even when penniless; now money is everything. "Some are reveals tensions that seethe just below the surface in China.Tang was born in a village outside Hangzhou, the capital of Zhejiang province, in 1961. Times were hard, the government domineering, but many poor and disadvantaged Chinese still yearn for those days of the "iron rice bowl"—Mao Zedong's guarantee

George Inness The Coming Storm

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Your man has never had an experience like this before. The larger thespace you have to move around in, the better.Here's What You Need:One pair of in-line or classic roller skates.Here's How You Do It:Get naked and put on the skates in a non-carpeted area of your house.Invite your man in and get him naked, too.Have your night full of laughs doing this one.Here's What You Need:One bunch of seedless grapes.Here's How You Do It:Get your man naked. Have him lie on his back with his knees bent andlegs slightly apart.Caress and gently stroke his penis, testicles and thighs until your man'spenis is fully erect.Position your mouth in between your man's knees.Have him pick a grape from the bunch and, using his index finger, hold itagainst the underside of his penis.Your man should now press with his finger, pulling his erect penis backagainst his stomach. Have him remove his finger, causing his penis tospring forward, launching the grape toward you. Move your head so thatyou catch the grape in your mouth.It will undoubtedly take a few tries until you both get an idea of where thegrape is actually going to go. This is part of the fun. When yousuccessfully catch a grape, don't swallow it.Once you have three grapes in your mouth, keep them there andpleasure your man orally.man stand behind you.Bracing yourself against a wall or chair, bend over and have your manenter you from behind, his hands on your hips.Now point yourself in a direction where there is ample open space.Have your man thrust himself in and out of you, each thrust rolling yourskates forward (your man must keep his hands on your hips to help youbalance). He'll be walking behind you as he propels you forward.Continue until you give new meaning to the words "couple skate."

Andy Warhol Butterflies big green in middle

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you ever wonder how Western sexual healh professionals became so certain that orgasm is more vital to our wellbeing than virtually any other aspect of intimacy? We've argued that the current preoccupation with sexual gratification its puritanical progeny. For example, all of the authors whose sacred sex classics are reproduced on this site (see right-hand margin) are notably sex positive – even John Humphrey Noyes, who graduated with a degree in divinity early in the nineteenth century. And there are centuries of parallel wisdom in China and India (See the "Wisdom" page for relevant links).
These days, however, most people poke fun at, or severely castigateis, in effect, the default behavioral program for all mammals, and likely also reigned in primitive hunter-gatherer tribes.1 Yet until recently - and as far back as the ancient Greeks - sexual self-control was a respectable objective in Western thought. Moreover, praise for self-control wasn't confined to the sex-negative Church and

Jack Vettriano Beautiful Dreamer 2001

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Shame on us!" he shouted. "Shame on us! Let the Animals deliver us!...."
The Animals were only waiting for this! All wanted to be revenged together. Fortunately, their very eagerness caused a scrimmage which delayed the murder of the dear little ones.
Mytyl uttered piercing screams.
"Don't be afraid," said Tyltyl, doing his best totreacherously attacked Tyltyl from behind and pushed him over. It was an awful moment. All the Animals, seeing him on the ground, tried to get at him. The boy raised himself to one knee and brandished his knife. Mytyl uttered yells of distress; and, to crown all, it suddenly became dark. Tyltyl called wildly for assistance:
"Help! Help!... Tylô! Tylô!... To the rescue!... Where is Tylette?.... Come! shall eat first," said the Pig, eyeing Mytyl greedily. "What have I done to all of you?" asked Tyltyl. "Nothing at all, my little man," said the Sheep. "Eaten my little brother, my two sisters, my three uncles, my aunt, my grandpapa and my grandmamma.… Wait, wait, when you're down, you shall see that I have teeth also..." And so the Sheep, the Ass and the Horse, who were the greatest cowards, waited for the little fellow to be knocked down before they dared take their share in the spoil. While they were talking, the Wolf

Abrishami Quiet Sunset

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, I see," said Frankie. "Well, eventually just habit I think, to be brutally honest. And this is more or less the point - we're sick to the teeth with the whole thing, and the prospect of doing it all over again on account of those whinnet-ridden Vogons quite frankly gives me the screaming heeby jeebies, you know what I mean? It was by the merest lucky shot." Arthur glanced at them, wondering what all this was leading up to. "But we've got to have a product you see," said Frankie, "I mean ideally we still need the Ultimate Question in some form or other." Zaphod leaned forward to Arthur. "You see," he said, "if they're just sitting there in the studio looking very relaxed and, you know, just mentioning that they happen to know and Everything, and then eventually have to admit that in fact it's Forty-two, then the show's probably quite short. No follow-up, you see." "We have to have something that sounds good," said Benji.chance that Benji and I finished our particular job and left the planet early for a quick manipulated our way back to Magrathea by the good offices of your friends." "Magrathea is a gateway back to our own dimension," put in Benji. "Since when," continued his murine colleague, "we have had an offer of a quite enormously fat contract to do the 5D chat show and lecture circuit back in our own dimensional neck of the woods, and we're very much inclined to take it." "I would, wouldn't you Ford?" said Zaphod promptingly. "Oh yes," said Ford, "jump at it, like a