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appeared, Cheshire-Cat--like, between two of the screens to his left, followed rapidly by the rest of the fellow, who drew the screens together behind him with suspicious rapidity.
"Doing all right?" Stein asked, his smile remaining wide.
"When can I see the doctor? When can I go to the toilet? When can I leave?" Chamcha asked in a rush. Stein answered equably: the doctor would be round presently; Nurse Phillips would bring him a bedpan; he could leave as soon as he was well. "Damn decent of you to come down with the lung thing," Stein added, with the gratitude of an author whose character had unexpectedly solved a ticklish technical problem. "Makes the story much more convincingTake your choppers from dull to dazzling and give yourself something to smile about.If you've toyed with the idea of whitening your teeth but haven't actually done the deed, consider this: "Since teeth naturally yellow as we age, whitening them will automatically make you look younger," says Kim Harms, D.D.S., a practicing dentist and a spokesperson for the American Dental Association. What's more, a 2008 Columbia University study found that women with looking teeth earn more than those with less sparkling grins. Do you need any more reasons to whiten up?
How whiteners work

Unknown Artist flower carrier painting

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and-white stripes were dragged off the protesting Chamcha, who was reclining on the floor of the van with two stout policemen holding each arm and a fifth constable's boot placed firmly upon his chest, and whose protests went unheard in the general mirthful din. His horns kept banging against things, the wheel--arch, the uncarpeted floor or a policeman's shin -- on these last occasions he was soundly buffeted about the face by the understandably irate law--enforcement officer -- and he was, in sum, in as miserably low spirits as he could recall. Nevertheless, when he saw what lay beneath his borrowed pyjamas, he could not prevent that disbelieving giggle from escaping past his teeth. decided he needed to straighten out his he was 19 years old and in jail. He decided he needed to start from the ground up, down to the point where he needed a new code of ethics. I doubt Personal Development for Smart People could have been written by any personal development expert who came to the field needing to solve just one problem or answer just one question. On a fundamental level, Personal Development for Smart People really is about building from only starting principles.
Consider the first half of the book’s table of contents:

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flesh . . . a brawl is taking place. Knives hissing in the silence, at times the clash of metal against metal. Hamza recognizes the men under attack: Khalid, Salman, Bilal. A lion himself now, Hamza draws his sword, roars the silence into shreds, runs forward as fast as sixty--year--old legs will go. His friends' assailants are unrecognizable behind their masks. Following on from previous posts on philosophers Epicurus and Schopenhauer, as well as the modern obsession with self-help books, I look at what Ancient Chinese philosophies have to teach us about how to be happy.
It has been a night of masks. Walking the debauched Jahilian streets, his heart full of bile, Hamza has seen men and women in the guise of eagles, jackals, horses, gryphons, salamanders, wart-- hogs, rocs; welling up from the murk of the alleys have come two-headed amphisbaenae and the winged bulls known as Assyrian sphinxes. Djinns, houris, demons populate the city on this night of phantasmagoria and lust. But only now, in this dark place, does he see the red masks he's been looking for. The manlion masks: he rushes towards his fate.

Joseph Mallord William Turner The Slave Ship painting

Joseph Mallord William Turner The Slave Ship paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Rainbow paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Fishermen at Sea painting
Canadian-accented voice whose depth and melody made it sound like an ocean heard from a long way away. The dream-woman had been so loaded down with explosives that she was not so much the bomber as the bomb; the woman walking the aisles held a baby that seemed to be sleeping noiselessly, a baby so skilfully swaddled and held so close to the breast that Chamcha could not see so much as a lock of new-born hair. Under the influence of the remembered dream he conceived the notion that the baby was in fact a bundle of
He travelled alone, shunning the company of the other members of the Prospero Players troupe, who had scattered around the economy class cabin wearing Fancy-a-Donald T-shirts and trying to wiggle their necks in the manner of natyam dancers and looking absurd in Benarsi saris and drinking too much cheap airline champagne and importuning the scorn--laden stewardesses

Claude Monet The Seine At Argenteuil painting

Claude Monet The Seine At Argenteuil paintingClaude Monet The Picnic paintingClaude Monet Sunset painting
his knuckles mournfully against the thin, brittle membrane covering his entire body and begged Saladin to help him, to release him from the prison of his skin. Chamcha picked up a stone and began to batter at the glass. At once a latticework of blood oozed up through the cracked surface of the stranger's body, and when Chamcha tried to pick off the broken shards the other began to scream, because chunks of his flesh were coming away with the glass. At this point an air stewardess bent over the sleeping Chamcha and demanded, with the pitiless hospitality of her tribe: _Something to drink, sir? A drink?_, and Saladin, emerging from the dream, found his speech unaccountably metamorphosed into the Bombay lilt he had so diligently (and so long ago!) unmade. "Achha, means what?" he mumbled. "Alcoholic beverage or what?" And, when the stewardess reassured him, whatever you wish, sir, all beverages are gratis, he heard, once again, his traitor voice: "So, okay, bibi, give one whiskysoda only."

John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage painting

John William Godward Nu Sur La Plage paintingJohn William Godward Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder paintingJohn William Waterhouse Echo and Narcissus painting
She was taken again into Caligula's presence and Cassius reported that she had made no confession and not allowed a cry to escape her. Caesonia said to Caligula, "That was because she was in love with the man. Love conquers all. You might cut her to pieces but she would never betray him."
Caligula said: "And would you too be so gloriously brave on my account, Caesonia?"
"You know that I would," she said.
So Quintilia's betrothed was not tortured but given a free pardon, and Quintilia was awarded a dowry of eight thousand gold pieces from the estate of the Scout, who was executed for perjury. But Caligula heard that Cassius had wept during Quintilia's torture and jeered at him for an old cry-baby. "Cry-baby" was not the worst he found. He pretended that Cassius was an effeminate old pathic, and was always making dirty jokes about him to the other Guards officers, who were obliged to laugh heartily at them. Cassius used to come to Caligula for the watchword every day at noon. It had always

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Juarez Machado Soiree Elegante paintingJuarez Machado Ponto di Rialto paintingJuarez Machado Fast Cocktails painting
prisons to-day and look into the matter." He did. He weeded out the men whom he considered the most hardened criminals, and had them executed. Their bodies were cut up and used as meat for the wild beasts waiting to be killed in the amphitheatre: which made it a double economy. Every month now he made his round of the prisons. Crime decreased slightly. One day his Treasurer, Callistus, reported only a million gold pieces left in the Treasury and only half a million in the Privy Purse. He realized that economy was not enough revenue had to be increased. So first he began selling priesthoods and magistracies and monopolies, and that brought him in a great deal, but not enough; and then, as Calpumia had foreseen, he began using informers to convict rich men of real or imaginary crimes, in order to get their estates. He had abolished the capital charge for treason as soon as he became Emperor, but there were plenty of other crimes punishable with death.
He celebrated his first batch of convictions with a particularly splendid

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attention to the-letter; that the people were on the point of revolt, calling Agrippina the true Mother of the Country and Nero their Saviour; and that unless Tiberius acted firmly and decisively there would be bloodshed before the day was out.
Tiberius was frightened but he took Sejanus's advice and wrote a menacing letter to the Senate, putting the blame on the Recorder for his unparalleled insult to the Imperial dignity, and demanding that the whole affair should be left entirely to him to settle since they were so half-hearted in his interests. The Senate gave way. Tiberius, after having the Guards marched through the City with swords drawn and trumpets blowing, threatened to halve the free ration of corn if any further seditious demonstrations were made.. He then banished Agrippina to Fandataria, the very island where her mother Julia had been first confined, and Nero to Fonza, another tiny rocky island, half-way between Capri and Rome but far out of sight of the coast. He told the Senate that the two prisoners had been on the point of escaping from the City in

Unknown Artist Wave Rider painting

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Eminem says creating , rather than fame, is now only focus
Eminem has said that creating, rather than fame, is now his only focus.
The rapper, real name Marshall Mathers, confirmed to BBC Radio 1's Zane Lowe that he has spent the last five months working on a new album, Relapse, with his mentor Dr Dre.
But the Detroit rapper, who has been on hiatus since 2005, said he had no wish to return to the level of fame he experienced in the late 90s and early 00s.
"There's no desire to be that big again," he stressed. "Whatever happens, I'll take it, but that's definitely not what I'll be recording the songs for.
"I've accomplished enough with the that I haven't had to go out there and do other things to over-saturate.
"That's probably what I take pride in most.
"But, at the end of the day, it's kind of catch 22," he added. "I love the attention but I don't like too much of it."
Despite having spent the last three years effectively in retirement, Eminem criticised

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Lesbos, to see Sappho's tomb. Here another of my nieces was born, who was given the unlucky name of Julia. We always called her Lesbia, though. Then he visited Byzantium, Troy and the famous Greek cities of Asia Minor. From Miletus he wrote me a long letter describing his journey in terms of such delighted interest that ft was clear that he no longer greatly regretted his recall from Germany.
Meanwhile affairs at Rome relapsed into the condition in which they had been before Gennanicus's Consulship; and Sejanus revived Tiberius's old fears about Gennanicus. He reported a remark of Gennanicus's made at a private dinner-party at which one of his agents had been present, to the effect that the Eastern regiments probably needed the same sort of overhauling as he had given the ones on the Rhine. This remark had actually been made, but meant no more than that these troops were probably being mishandled by the inferior officers in much the same way as the others had been: and that he would review all appointments at the first opportunity. Sejanus made Tiberius

Edvard Munch Madonna painting

Edvard Munch Madonna painting
Albert Moore silver painting
important sums of money, not reckoned in the estate and already tied up in sacks in the vaults of the Capitol, which had been set aside as particular bequests to confederate kings, to senators and knights, to his soldiers, and to the citizens of Rome. These amounted to two million more. There was also a sum set aside for the expenses of his funeral. Everyone was surprised at the smallness of the estate, and all sorts of ugly rumours went round until Augustus's accounts were produced and it was clear that there was no fraud on the part of the executors. The citizens were most discontented with their
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meagre bequests, and when a memorial play was exhibited in Augustus's honour at the public expense there was a riot in the theatre: the Senate had so stinted the grant that one of the actors in the play refused to appear for the fee offered him. Of the discontent in the Army I shall tell shortly. But first about Tiberius.
Augustus had made Tiberius his colleague and his heir but could not bequeath him the monarchy, or not in so many words. He could only

Gustave Courbet paintings

Gustave Courbet paintings
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is it, I wonder, how friendship is so different for men and women? It’s something I’ve been thinking about lately due to a number of “problems” with friends! When a guy meets another guy, unless there is a major problem or a history there, they nearly automatically become friends! My husband meets someone once and would go out for a drink with them. With women, they always wonder what ulterior motive the other one has. For example, two couples meet who haven’t met before. The men get on like a house on fire, chatting about everything from football to . The women are like two dogs sniffing each other out. Looking for signs. Can I trust her? Will she make a play for my husband? If I tell her things will she keep them private? Will she make out she’s my friend but talk about me to everyone else? Is this a woman’s naturally skeptical nature? Why can’t we take people at face value? It drives me insane but having said that, I’m certainly guilty of it myself.
I would hate to presume that women are more devious than men are and I have plenty of extremely trustworthy
George Inness paintings

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with the Yarnwinder painting

Leonardo da Vinci Madonna with the Yarnwinder paintingLeonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra Benci paintingLeonardo da Vinci The Madonna of the Carnation painting
displeased Tiberius, somehow missed their footing on the return journey and fell into the sea far below-have already mentioned that Augustus refused to renew Tiberius's Protectorship when the five years expired. It can be imagined that this put him in a very awkward position at Rhodes, where he was personally unpopular: the Rhodians seeing him deprived of his yeoman escort, his magisterial powers, and the inviolateness of his person, began to treat him first with familiarity and then with contumely. For example, one famous Greek professor of philosophy to whom he applied for leave to join his classes told him that there was no vacancy but that he could come back in seven days' time and see whether one had occurred. Then news came from Livia that Gaius had been sent to the East as Governor of Asia Minor. But though not far away, at Chios, Gaius did not come and pay Tiberius the expected visit. Tiberius heard from a friend that Gaius believed the false reports circulating at Rome that he and Livia were plotting a military rebellion and that a member of Gaius's suite had even

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toughskinned green apple through, with thumb and forefinger. If he had not been so slow in his movements be would have made a champion boxer: he once killed a comrade in a friendly bout-bare-fisted, not with the usual metal boxing-gloves-with a blow on the side of the head that cracked his skull. He walked with his neck thrust slightly forward and his eyes on the ground. His face would have been handsome if it had not been disfigured by so many pimples, and if his eyes had not been so prominent, and if he had not worn an almost perpetual frown. His statues make him extremely handsome because they leave out these defects. He spoke little, and that very slowly, so that in conversation with him one always felt tempted to finish his sentences for him and answer them in the same breath. But, when he pleased, he was an impressive public speaker. He went bald early in life except at the back of his head, where he grew his hair long, a fashion of the ancient nobility. He was never ill.
Tiberius, unpopular as he was in

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Lord Frederick Leighton Leighton Mother and Child paintingLord Frederick Leighton Leighton Music Lesson paintingRaphael The Sistine Madonna painting
point of death. He had often been asked to name his successor, but had not done so for fear of the political consequences, and also because the thought of his own death was extremely distasteful to him. Now he felt that it was his duty to name someone, and asked Livia to advise him. He said that sickness had robbed him of all power of judgment; he would choose whatever successor, within reason, she suggested. So she made the decision for him, and he agreed to it. She then summoned to his bedside his fellow-Consul, the City magistrates and certain representative senators and knight*. He was too weak to sav anything but handed the Consul a register of the naval and military forces and a statement of the public revenues, and then beckoned to Agrippa and gave him his signet ring; which was as much as to say that Agrippa was to succeed him, though with the close co-operation of the Consuls. This came as a great surprise. Everyone had expected that Marcellus would be chosen.
And from this moment Augustus began mysteriously

Tamara de Lempicka Breast feeding painting

Tamara de Lempicka Breast feeding painting
Tamara de Lempicka Andromeda painting
bond of peace, and in righteousness of life. Finally, we commend to thy fatherly goodness all those who are any ways afflicted, or distressed, in mind, body, or estate; that it may please thee to comfort and relieve them, according to their several necessities; giving them patience under their sufferings, and a happy issue out of all their afflictions. And this we beg for Jesus Christ’s sake. Amen.
Tamara de Lempicka Adam and Eve painting
ALMIGHTY God, Father of all mercies, we, thine unworthy servants, do give thee most humble and hearty thanks for all thy goodness and loving-kindness to us, and to all men. We bless thee for our creation, preservation, and all the blessings of this life; but above all, for thine inestimable love in the redemption of the world by our Lord Jesus Christ; for the means of grace, and for the hope of glory. And, we beseech thee, give us that due sense of all thy mercies, that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful; and that we show forth

Thomas Gainsborough Landscape with Cattle painting

Thomas Gainsborough Landscape with Cattle paintingSandro Botticelli Venus and Mars paintingSandro Botticelli Pallas and the Centaur painting
children, putting on his hat as he reached the farther curb, and they heard the last of the streetcar, but now they heard the hard chipping of two sparrows, worrying a bit of debris in the street, and Mr. Starr said, “Better go now,” and they realized that he had never shut off his engine, for as soon as he said this he began to back the car, as silently as he could and with great care; and he twisted it backward around the corner, and they slowly descended the same quiet back street up which he had brought them.
When he had stopped the car in front of his , he said, before he moved to get out, “Maybe you’d better not say anything about this.” He still did not move to get out, so they too sat still. After a little he said, “No, you do as you think best.” He did not look at them; he had not looked at them during all of this time. They watched the shadows work, and the leaves waving.
He got out of the car, and opened the door on their side, and held out his hands to Catherine.
“Up she goes,” he said.

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Course we do,” Mr. Starr said, smiling at them with his warm brown eyes through the lenses. He put the hand holding the derby on Rufus’ shoulder and the other on Catherine’s cheek. “You come on in and sit with me, will you, till your mother’s ready.”
He walked straight for their father’s chair, veered unhappily, and sat on a chair next the wall.
“Well, so you’re coming down and visit us,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Coming down,” Walter said. “Or ma—did your mama say anything about maybe you were coming down sometime, and pay us a visit?”
“Huh-uh.”
“Oh, well, there’s lots of time. Did you ever hear a gramophone?”
“She can’t hardly hear when she does.”
“Eigh?” He seemed extremely puzzled.
“Uncle Andrew says she’s crazy even to try.”

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Jean Beraud Pont des arts paintingJean Beraud Boulevard des capucines paintingHenri Rousseau The Snake Charmer painting
Just call if you want me. You know how lightly I sleep.”
“I’ll be all right, I really will.”
“You rest in the morning. I’ll take care of the children.”
Mary looked at her with brightened eyes, and said, “Aunt Hannah, I’ll have to tell them.”
Hannah nodded, and sighed: “Yesss. Good night then,” she said, and kissed her niece. “God bless you,” she said, in a broken voice.
Mary looked at her carefully and said, “God help us all.”
She turned and went up the stairs, and leaned, smiling, just before she disappeared, and whispered, “Good night.”
“Good night, Mary,” Hannah whispered.
She turned off the hall light and the light in the living room and went into the lighted bedroom and pulled down the shade and shut the doors to the kitchen and the living room. She took off her dress and laid it over the back of a chair and sat on the edge of the

Thomas Kinkade A Peaceful Retreat painting

Thomas Kinkade A Peaceful Retreat paintingJohn Collier Lady Godiva paintingCaravaggio Supper at Emmaus painting
May the souls of the faithful through the mercy of God rest in peace,” Hannah whispered. “Blessed are the dead.”
“Mary!” her brother whispered. He was crying.
“He’s not here any more now,” she said. “We can talk.”
“Mary, in God’s name what was it?”
“It was Jay, Andrew.”
“It was something. I haven’t any doubt of that, but—good God, Mary.”
“It was Jay, all right. I know! Who else would be coming here tonight, so terribly worried, so terribly concerned for us, and restless! Besides, Andrew, it—it simply felt like Jay.”
“You mean ...”
“I just mean it felt like his presence.”
“To me, too,” Hannah said.
“I don’t like to interrupt,” Joel said, “but would you mind telling me, please, what’s going on here?”
“You felt it too, Papa?” Mary asked eagerly.
“Felt what?”

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Cottage painting

Thomas Kinkade Christmas Cottage painting
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Thomas Kinkade A Peaceful Retreat painting
When a body changes, there’s a reason. When a body doesn’t change, there’s a reason. And as I’ve said before, we need to learn how to ‘drive’ our body and to discover what works for us (personally). Individual bodies respond differently to the same stimulus, so we need to learn how to maximise our own genetics. Quite often, by being less emotional and more practical and methodical about our approach to exercise, we will achieve far better results in much less time.
Here’s a few things to consider as you work through the exercise thing…1. What works (in terms of creating significant physical change) and what we enjoy doing, are often two different things.
Yes we want to make exercise fun when possible, but sometimes we need to stop looking for easy and starting doing effective. I don’t particularly enjoy stretching but I can’t improve my terrible

Thomas Moran Forest Scene painting

Thomas Moran Forest Scene painting
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Jean Francois Millet The Gleaners painting
say anything about it where she can hear.”
“Why not?”
“Because she might cry.”
“That’s right. And, Rufus, Victoria is very very clean. Absolutely spic and span.”
Spic an span.
Victoria would not allow his mother to get dinner and after they had eaten she also took entire charge of packing some of his clothes into a box, asking advice, however, on each thing that she took out of the drawer. Then Victoria bathed him and dressed him in clean clothes from the skin out, much to his mystification, and once he was ready, his mother called him to her and told him that Victoria was going to take him on a little visit to stay a few days with Granpa and Granma and Uncle Andrew and Aunt Amelia, and he must be a very good boy and do his very best not to wet the bed because when he came back, very soon now, in only a few more days, the surprise would be there and he would know what

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Pierre Auguste Renoir Dance at Bougival I paintingThomas Kinkade The Garden of Prayer paintingThomas Kinkade Stairway to Paradise painting
each other. Rufus seldom had at all sharply the feeling that he and his father were estranged, yet they must have been, and he must have felt it, for always during these quiet moments on the rock a part of his sense of complete contentment lay in the feeling that they were reconciled, that there was really no division, no estrangement, or none so strong, anyhow, that it could mean much, by comparison with the unity that was so firm and assured, here. He felt that although his father loved their home and loved all of them, he was more lonely than the contentment of this family love could help; that it even increased his loneliness, or made it hard for him not to be lonely. He felt that sitting out here, he was not lonely; or if he was, that he felt on good terms with the loneliness; that he was a homesick man, and that here on the rock, though he might be more homesick than ever, he was well. He knew that a very important part of his well-being came of staying a few minutes away from home, very quietly, in the dark, listening to the leaves if they moved, and

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Claude Monet The House on the River Zaan in Zaandam paintingClaude Monet The Fields of Poppies paintingClaude Monet The Corner of the Garden at Montgeron painting
today. Oh, my dear, if you could only understand. Then I could bear to part, or bear it better. I should say my heart was breaking, if I believed in broken hearts. I can’t marry you, Charles; I can’t be with you ever again.’ ‘I know.’
‘How can you know?’
‘What will you do?’
‘Just go on - alone. How can I tell what I shall do? You know the whole of me. You know I’m not one for a life of mourning. I’ve always been bad. Probably I shall be bad again, punished again. But the worse I am, the more I need God. I can’t shut myself out from his mercy. That is what it would mean; starting a life with you, without him. One can only hope to see one step ahead. But I saw today there was one thing unforgivable - like things in the school-room, so bad they were unpunishable, that only mummy could deal with

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Bartolome Esteban Murillo The Little Fruit Seller paintingFilippino Lippi The Marriage of St Catherine paintingFilippino Lippi Allegory painting
lately, with the Last Trump so near.’ ‘Of course it’s a thing psychologists could explain; a preconditioning from childhood; feelings of guilt from the nonsense you were taught in the nursery. You do know at heart that it’s all bosh, don’t you?’
‘How I wish it was!’
‘Sebastian once said almost the same thing to me.’
‘He’s gone back to the Church, you know. Of course, he never left it as definitely as I did. I’ve gone too far; there’s no turning back now; I know that, if that’s what you mean by thinking it all bosh. All I can hope to do is to put my life in some sort of order in a human way, before all human order comes to an end. That’s why I want to marry you. I should like to have a child. That’s one thing I can do...Let’s go out again. The moon should be up by now.’

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Salvador Dali Music The Red Orchestra The Seven Arts paintingSalvador Dali Morphological Echo paintingSalvador Dali Dali at the Age of Six painting
main deck; when she came we walked once round the promenade; I held the rail; she took my other arm. It was hard going; through the streaming glass we saw a distorted world of grey sky and black water. When the ship rolled heavily I swung her round so that she could hold the rail with her other hand; the howl of the wind was subdued, but the whole ship creaked with strain. We made the circuit once, then Julia said: ‘It’s no good. That woman beat hell out of me, and I feel limp, anyway. Let’s sit down.’ The great bronze doors of the lounge had torn away from their hooks and were swinging free with the roll of the ship; regularly and, it seemed, irresistibly, first one, then the other, opened and shut; they paused at the completion of each half circle, began to move slowly and finished fast with a resounding clash. There was no real risk in passing them, except of slipping and being caught by that swift, final blow

Leonardo da Vinci Portrait of Ginevra de Benci painting

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What can the poor man have meant?’ said Lady Marchmain.
‘You see he’s a long way from the Church yet,’ said Father Mowbray. ‘But who can he have been talking to? Did he dream it all? Cordelia, what’s the matter?’
‘What a chump! Oh, mummy, what a glorious chump!’
‘Cordelia, it was you.’
‘Oh, mummy, who could have dreamed he’d swallow it? I told him such a lot besides.
About the sacred monkeys in the Vatican - all kinds of things.’
‘Well, you’ve very considerably increased my work,’ said Father Mowbray.
‘Poor Rex,’ said Lady Marchmain. ‘You know, I think it makes him rather lovable.
You must treat him like an idiot child, Father Mowbray.’ So the instruction was continued, and Father Mowbray at length consented to receive Rex a week before his wedding.

George Inness Sunset painting

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move he went to the wash-hand stand and poured something from a bottle. ‘I think I have everything from Marchmain House,’ he said. ‘Mr Mottram sent round to Heppell’s for this.’ I took the draught and felt better.
A man was there from Trumper’s to shave us.
Rex joined us at breakfast. ‘It’s important to make a good appearance at the court,’ he said. ‘Luckily none of you look much the worse for wear.’ After breakfast the barrister arrived and Rex delivered a summary of the case. ‘Sebastian’s in a jam,’ he said. ‘He’s liable to anything up to six months’ imprisonment for being drunk in charge of a car. You’ll come up before Grigg unfortunately. He takes rather a grim view of cases of this sort. All that will happen this morning is that we shall ask to have Sebastian held over for a week to prepare the defence. You two will plead guilty, say you’re sorry