Monday, November 17, 2008

Thomas Moran Forest Scene painting

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out of sight, a tall wizard on either side of her, Umbridge's velvet hair-bow level with her shoulder.

   "What brings you here, Runcorn?" asked the new Minister of Magic. His long black hair and beard were streaked with silver and a great overhanging forehead shadowed his glinting eyes, putting Harry in the mind of a crab looking out from beneath a rock.
"No," said Harry, his throat dry. "No, nothing like that."    "Ah, well. It's only a matter of time," said Thicknesse. "If you ask me, the blood traitors are as bad as the Mudbloods. Good day, Runcorn."
   "Needed a quick word with," Harry hesitated for a fraction of a second, "Arthur Weasley. Someone said he was up on level one."

   "Ah," said Plum Thicknesse. "Has he been caught having contact with an Undesirable?"

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Thomas Kinkade The Garden of Prayer painting

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very own djinn. "I feel so bad I didn't come before, I was just trying to hurt you, what a time to choose, so bloody self-indulgent, yaar, it's good to see you, you poor orphaned goose."
She was the same as ever, her neck, combining occasional art lectures at the university with her medical practice and her political activities. "I was at the goddamn hospital when you came, you know? I was right there, but I didn't know about your dad until it was over, and even then I didn't come to give you a hug, what a bitch, if you want to throw me out I will have no complaints." This was a generous woman, the most generous he'd known. _When you see her, you'll know_, he had promised himself, and it turned out to be true. "I love you," he heard himself saying, stopping her in her tracks. "Okay, I won't hold you to that," she finally said, looking hugely pleased. "Balance of your mind is obviously disturbed. Lucky for you you aren't in one of our great public hospitals; they put the loonies next to the

Monday, November 3, 2008

Claude Monet Venice The Doge Palace painting

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dangerous to lie with in case the demons crossed over into her lovers. After this the lustful males of her village left her alone in her hovel, alone with her toy animals and her peculiar fluttering diet. One young man, The village of Titlipur had grown up in the shade of an immense ban yan--tree, a single monarch that ruled, with its multiple roots, over an area more than half a mile in diameter. By now the growth of tree into village and village however, took to sitting a little distance from her doorway, facing discreetly in the opposite direction, as if he were on guard, even though she no longer had any need of protectors. He was a former untouchable from the neighbouring village of Chatnapatna who had been converted to Islam and taken the name of Osman. Ayesha never acknowledged Osman's presence, nor did he ask for such acknowledgement. The leafy branches of the village waved over their heads in the breeze.