Thursday, November 27, 2008

Matisse Nude Sitting in an Armchair

Matisse Nude Sitting in an ArmchairMatisse Nude on a Blue CushionMatisse Nude in Sunlit LandscapeMatisse Music Sketch
wrote to James three times a week last year," said Ginny.

   "And you don't want to believe everything he tells you about Hogwarts," Harry put in. "He likes a laugh, your brother."
"We'll find them," said Ginny reassuringly.    But the vapor was dense, and it was difficult to make out anybody's faces. Detached from their owners, voices sounded unnaturally loud, Harry thought he head Percy discoursing loudly on broomstick regulations, and
   Side by side, they pushed the second trolley forward, gathering speed. As they reached the barrier, Albus winced, but no collision came. Instead, the family emerged onto platform nine and three-quarters, which was obscured by thick white steam that was pouring from the scarlet Hogwarts Express. Indistinct figures were swarming through the mist, into which James had already disappeared.

   "Where are they?" asked Albus anxiously, peering at the hazy forms they passed as they made their way down the platform.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Boucher Young Woman with a Bouquet of Roses

Boucher Young Woman with a Bouquet of RosesCorot The Quai des Paquis in GenevaBoucher Rinaldo and ArmidaBoucher Francois Boucher
But Harry, it's an Erumpent horn! It's a Class B Tradeable Material and it's an extraordinary dangerous thing to have in a house!"

 "How'd you know it's an Erumpent horn?" asked Ron, edging away from the horn as fast as he could, given the extreme clutter of the room.
 "Mr. Lovegood. I recognize the grooved markings around the base, that's an Erumpent horn and it's incredibly dangerous - I don't know where you got it-"  "I bought it," said Xenophilius dogmatically. "Two
 "There's a description in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them! Mr. Lovegood, you need to get rid of it straightaway, don't you know it can explode at the slightest touch?"

 "The Crumple Horned Snorkack" said Xenophilius very clearly, a mulish look upon his face, "is a shy and highly magical creature, and it's horn -"

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Salvador Dali The Persistence of Memory painting

Salvador Dali The Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory paintingSalvador Dali The Crucifixion painting
Something is about to happen, his inner voice warned. It's going to happen, and you don't know what it is, and you can't do a damn thing about it. Oh yes: it's something bad_.
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It happened on the day of the demonstration, which, against all the odds, was a pretty fair success. A few minor skirmishes were reported from the Mazagaon district, but the event was, in general, an orderly one. CPI(M) observers reported an unbroken chain of men and women linking hands from top to bottom of the city, and Salahuddin, standing between Zeeny and Bhupen on Muhammad Ali Road, could not deny the power of the image. Many people in the chain were in tears. The order to join hands had been given by the organizers -- Swatilekha prominent among them, riding on the back

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Caravaggio The Lute Player painting

Caravaggio The Lute Player paintingCaravaggio The Inspiration of Saint Matthew paintingCaravaggio The Fortune Teller painting
been wholly unaware, owing to his never previously having thought of a woman as a treasure that had to be guarded at all costs against the piratical hordes who would naturally be trying to purloin her; -- and of which more will be said almost instantly; --
-- and the fatal flaw, namely, Gibreel Farishta's imminent realization -- or, if you will, _insane idea_, -- that he truly was nothing less than an archangel in human form, and not just any archangel, but the Angel of the Recitation, the most exalted (now that Shaitan had fallen) of them all. light. It first manifested itself in the absurd matter of the trio of cartoons which Allie had hung in a group by her front door, mounted in cream and framed in old gold, all bearing
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They had spent their days in such isolation, wrapped up in the sheets of their desires, that his wild, uncontrollable jealousy, which, as lago warned, "doth mock the meat it feeds on", did not instantly come to