Gauguin Cruel Tales

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shouting, not tell whose hands were seizing him, pulling him, trying to hug some part of him, hundreds of them pressing in, all of them determined to touch the Boy Who Lived, the reason it was over at last ---

　　　The sun rose steadily over Hogwarts, and the Great Hall blazed light. Harry was an indispensible part of the mingled outpourings of jubilation and . They wanted him there with them, their leader and symbol, their savior and their guide, and that he had not slept, that he craved the company of only a few of them, seemed to occur to no one. He must speak to the bereaved, clasp their hands, witness their tears, receive their thanks, hear the news now creeping in from every quarter as the morning drew on; that the Imperiused up and down the country had come back to themselves, that Death Eaters were fleeing or else being captured, that the innocent of Azkaban were being released at that very moment, and that Kingsley Shacklebolt had been named temporary Minister of Magic.

Hughes The Heavenly Stair

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Who doesn’t love a giant sandwich? With this one, you can pile on as much turkey as you want, along with some veggies from the fridge, and a dollop of cranberry sauce.Seeing a band live is a much more engaging experience than listening to a recording at . But it's not just the atmosphere of a live event, it's also the singer's facial expressions and gestures which enhances our emotional experience.
It's a rare singer whose face remains impassive as they sing. Think of jazz greats like Ella Fitzgerald, blues artists like B. B. King or pop acts like Michael Jackson. As they sing, their faces are conveying the emotion in the music, sometimes it seems, even struggling with the emotions. Part of the beauty of a live performance is seeing singers' faces as they interact with both the music, the other musicians and the audience. Their facial expressions often seem part of the itself.
It’s ideal to throw in a bag for your trip to the mall, or to enjoy as a late-night snack in front of the TV.

Unknown Artist Red Horizon painting

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You know how it goes; It’s Friday night, you’ve had a beer (or four) and somehow the conversation turns to the oddest green technologies. Well, this happened to Greenbang’s D. Lorenz this weekend, here are his conclusions.
1. The Floating Wind Turbine
Greenbang can’t help but ponder how spooky it might be to get marooned on one. How do they not just get blown around the sea or blown over?
A small distance off the south coast of Italy Blue H will shortly switch on the first such turbine. The company swats away suchfripperies.
“Blue H has developed a new solution by adapting the concept of submerged tension-legged platforms developed by the oil industry for some of its offshore rigs, and designed a platform large and stable enough to support a tower and a wind turbine,” says the release.
2. The Algae
Algae hasn’t always had a good reputation. Mostly it’s known for propagating horribly

Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting

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between himself and the inevitability of the grave. An orphaned life, like Muhammad"s; like everyone's. A illuminated by a strangely radiant death, which continued to glow, in his mind's eye, like a sort of magic lamp.
_I must think of myself, from now on, as living perpetually in the first instant of the future_, he resolved a few days later, in Zeeny's apartment on Sophia Lane, while recovering in her bed from the toothy enthusiasms of her lovemaking. (She had invited him shyly, as if she were removing a veil after long concealment.) But a history is not so easily shaken off; he was also living, after all, in the _present moment of the past_, and his old was about to surge around him once again, to complete its final act.
He became aware that he was a rich man. Under the terms of Changez's will, the dead tycoon's vast fortune and myriad Businterests were to be

Thomas Kinkade Bridge of Hope painting

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He wasn't housetrained. Used to servants, he left clothes, crumbs, used tea-bags where they fell. Worse: he _dropped_ them, actually let them fall where they would need picking up; perfectly, richly unconscious of what he was doing, he went on proving to himself that he, the poor boy from the streets, no longer needed to tidy up after himself. It wasn't the only thing about him that drove her crazy. She'd pour glasses of wine; he'd drink his fast and then, when she wasn't looking, grab hers, placating her with an angelic--faced, ultra--rude, without bothering to find out who they were: automatically, the way film stars were in Bombay when, by some chance, there wasn't a flunkey available to protect them from such intrusions. After Alicja had weathered one such volley of obscene abuse, she said (when her daughter finally got on the end of the phone): "Excuse me for mentioning, darling, but your boyfriend is in my opinion a case." innocent "Plenty more, isn't it?" His bad behaviour around the house. He liked to fart. He complained -- actually complained, after she'd literally scooped him out of the snow! -- about the smallness of the accommodations. "Every time I take two steps my face hits a wall." He was rude to telephone callers, _really_