the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
I thank Mr. Chestle warmly, and shake hands. I think I am in a happy dream. I waltz with the eldest Miss Larkins once again. She says I waltz so well! I go home in a state of unspeakable bliss, and waltz in imagination, all night long, with my arm round the blue waist of my dear divinity. For some days afterwards, I am lost in rapturous reflections; but I neither see her in the street, nor when I call. I am imperfectly consoled for this disappointment by the sacred pledge,
oil paintingthe perished flower. ¡¡¡¡'Trotwood,' says Agnes, one day after dinner. 'Who do you think is going to be married tomorrow? Someone you admire.' ¡¡¡¡'Not you, I suppose, Agnes?' ¡¡¡¡'Not me!' raising her cheerful face from the music she is copying. 'Do you hear him, Papa? - The eldest Miss Larkins.' ¡¡¡¡'To - to Captain Bailey?' I have just enough power to ask. ¡¡¡¡'No; to no Captain. To Mr. Chestle, a hop-grower.'
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Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
the night watch by rembrandt
the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
He seemed pleased when I nodded my head with the customary 'Yes, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'I suppose you know a bit about literary things? Eh? Good. I'll have some talks with you sometime.' ¡¡¡¡And then, taking no further account of me, he turned his back and went up on deck. ¡¡¡¡That night, when I had finished an endless amount of work, I was sent to sleep in the steerage, where I made up a spare bunk. I was glad to get out of the detestable presence of the cook and to be off my feet. To my surprise, my clothes had dried on me, and there seemed no indications of catching cold either from the last soaking or from the prolonged soaking after the foundering of the Martinez. Under ordinary circumstances, after all that I had undergone I should have been a fit subject for a funeral.
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
He seemed pleased when I nodded my head with the customary 'Yes, sir.' ¡¡¡¡'I suppose you know a bit about literary things? Eh? Good. I'll have some talks with you sometime.' ¡¡¡¡And then, taking no further account of me, he turned his back and went up on deck. ¡¡¡¡That night, when I had finished an endless amount of work, I was sent to sleep in the steerage, where I made up a spare bunk. I was glad to get out of the detestable presence of the cook and to be off my feet. To my surprise, my clothes had dried on me, and there seemed no indications of catching cold either from the last soaking or from the prolonged soaking after the foundering of the Martinez. Under ordinary circumstances, after all that I had undergone I should have been a fit subject for a funeral.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
the night watch by rembrandt
the night watch by rembrandt
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
The Falcon's pilot ignored her question. "That should do nicely," he said. As they flew near the asteroid's surface, Han looked down at the craggy terrain,his eye caught by a shadowy area that looked like a crater of mammoth proportions.He lowered the Falcon to surface level and flew it directly into the crater, its bowllikewalls suddenly rising up around his ship. And still two TIE fighters chased after him, firing their laser cannons andattempting to mimic his every maneuver. Han Solo knew he had to be trickier and more daring if he was to lose the deadlypursuit ships. Spotting a narrow chasm through his windscreen, he banked theMillennium Falcon to one side. The ship soared sideways through the high-walledrocky trench. Unexpectedly the two TIE fighters followed. One of them even sparked as itgrazed the walls with its metal hull. Twisting, banking, and turning his ship, Han pressed through the narrow gorge.From behind the black sky flared as the two TIE fighters crashed against one another,then exploded against the rocky ground.
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
The Falcon's pilot ignored her question. "That should do nicely," he said. As they flew near the asteroid's surface, Han looked down at the craggy terrain,his eye caught by a shadowy area that looked like a crater of mammoth proportions.He lowered the Falcon to surface level and flew it directly into the crater, its bowllikewalls suddenly rising up around his ship. And still two TIE fighters chased after him, firing their laser cannons andattempting to mimic his every maneuver. Han Solo knew he had to be trickier and more daring if he was to lose the deadlypursuit ships. Spotting a narrow chasm through his windscreen, he banked theMillennium Falcon to one side. The ship soared sideways through the high-walledrocky trench. Unexpectedly the two TIE fighters followed. One of them even sparked as itgrazed the walls with its metal hull. Twisting, banking, and turning his ship, Han pressed through the narrow gorge.From behind the black sky flared as the two TIE fighters crashed against one another,then exploded against the rocky ground.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
the night watch by rembrandt
the night watch by rembrandt
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
Faced with a no-win situation for wither side if he pressed too hard, Owenresumed the argument for show's sake before gruffly assenting. The head jawaconsented reluctantly to the trade, and both sides breathed a mental sigh of relief thathostilities had been avoided. While the jawa bowed and whined with impatientgreed, Owen paid him off. Meanwhile, Luke had led the two robots toward an opening in the dry ground.A few seconds later they were striding down a ramp kept clear of drifting sand byelectrostatic repellers. "Don't you ever forget this," Threepio muttered to Artoo, leaning over thesmaller machine. "Why I stick my neck out for you, when all you ever bring me istrouble, is beyond my capacity to comprehend." The passage widened into garage proper, which was cluttered with tools andsections of farming machinery. Many looked heavily used, some to the point ofcollapse. But the lights were comforting to both 'droid, and there was a hominess tothe chamber which hinted at a tranquillity not experienced by either machine for along time. Near the center of the garage was a large tub, and the aroma drifting fromit made Threepio's principal olfactory sensors twitch. Luke grinned, noting the robot's reaction. "Yes, it's a lubrication bath." Heeyed the tall bronze robot appraisingly. "And from the looks of it, you could useabout a week's submergence. But we can't afford that so you'll have to settle for anafternoon." Then Luke turned his attention to Artoo Detoo, walking up to him andflipping open a panel that shielded numerous gauges. "As for you," he continued, with a whistle of surprise, "I don't know how you'vekept running. Not surprising, knowing the jawas' reluctance to part with any erg-fraction they don't have to. It's recharge time for you." He gestured toward a largepower unit.
The Jewel Casket
The Kitchen Maid
The Lady of Shalott
Faced with a no-win situation for wither side if he pressed too hard, Owenresumed the argument for show's sake before gruffly assenting. The head jawaconsented reluctantly to the trade, and both sides breathed a mental sigh of relief thathostilities had been avoided. While the jawa bowed and whined with impatientgreed, Owen paid him off. Meanwhile, Luke had led the two robots toward an opening in the dry ground.A few seconds later they were striding down a ramp kept clear of drifting sand byelectrostatic repellers. "Don't you ever forget this," Threepio muttered to Artoo, leaning over thesmaller machine. "Why I stick my neck out for you, when all you ever bring me istrouble, is beyond my capacity to comprehend." The passage widened into garage proper, which was cluttered with tools andsections of farming machinery. Many looked heavily used, some to the point ofcollapse. But the lights were comforting to both 'droid, and there was a hominess tothe chamber which hinted at a tranquillity not experienced by either machine for along time. Near the center of the garage was a large tub, and the aroma drifting fromit made Threepio's principal olfactory sensors twitch. Luke grinned, noting the robot's reaction. "Yes, it's a lubrication bath." Heeyed the tall bronze robot appraisingly. "And from the looks of it, you could useabout a week's submergence. But we can't afford that so you'll have to settle for anafternoon." Then Luke turned his attention to Artoo Detoo, walking up to him andflipping open a panel that shielded numerous gauges. "As for you," he continued, with a whistle of surprise, "I don't know how you'vekept running. Not surprising, knowing the jawas' reluctance to part with any erg-fraction they don't have to. It's recharge time for you." He gestured toward a largepower unit.
Monday, October 29, 2007
the night watch by rembrandt
the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
"Where have you been?" Threepio finally asked. "Hiding, I suppose." Hedecided not to mention the maybe-human. If it had been a hallucination, he wasn'tgoing to give Artoo the satisfaction of knowing how badly recent events had unsettledhis logic circuits. "They'll be coming back this way," he went on, nodding down the corridor andnot giving the small automation a chance to reply, "looking for human survivors.What are we going to do now? They won't trust the word of rebel-owned machinesthat we don't know anything of value. We'll be sent to the spice mines of Kessel ortaken apart for spare components for other, less deserving robots. That's if theydon't consider us potential program traps and blow us apart on sight. If we don't…"But Artoo had already turned and was ambling quickly back down the passageway. "Wait, where are you going? Haven't you been listening to me?" Utteringcurses in several languages, some purely mechanical, Threepio raced fluidly after hisfriend. The Artoo unit, he thought to himself, could be downright close-circuitedwhen it wanted to. Outside the galactic cruiser's control center the corridor was crowded with sullenprisoners gathered by Imperial troops. Some lay wounded, some dying. Severalofficers had been separated from the enlisted ranks and stood in a small group bythemselves, bestowing belligerent looks and threats on the silent knot of troopsholding them at bay.
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
The Painter's Honeymoon
"Where have you been?" Threepio finally asked. "Hiding, I suppose." Hedecided not to mention the maybe-human. If it had been a hallucination, he wasn'tgoing to give Artoo the satisfaction of knowing how badly recent events had unsettledhis logic circuits. "They'll be coming back this way," he went on, nodding down the corridor andnot giving the small automation a chance to reply, "looking for human survivors.What are we going to do now? They won't trust the word of rebel-owned machinesthat we don't know anything of value. We'll be sent to the spice mines of Kessel ortaken apart for spare components for other, less deserving robots. That's if theydon't consider us potential program traps and blow us apart on sight. If we don't…"But Artoo had already turned and was ambling quickly back down the passageway. "Wait, where are you going? Haven't you been listening to me?" Utteringcurses in several languages, some purely mechanical, Threepio raced fluidly after hisfriend. The Artoo unit, he thought to himself, could be downright close-circuitedwhen it wanted to. Outside the galactic cruiser's control center the corridor was crowded with sullenprisoners gathered by Imperial troops. Some lay wounded, some dying. Severalofficers had been separated from the enlisted ranks and stood in a small group bythemselves, bestowing belligerent looks and threats on the silent knot of troopsholding them at bay.
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