Jack Vettriano The British Are Coming

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Nuts to your white mice," he said. Trillian glared an upset glare at him, and disappeared again. It is possible that her remark would have commanded greater attention had it been generally realized that human beings were only the third most form present on the planet Earth, instead of (as was generally thought by most independent observers) the second. "Good afternoon boys." The voice was oddly familiar, but oddly different. It had a matriarchal twang. It announced itself to the crew as they arrived at the airlock hatchway that would let them out on the planet surface. They looked at each other in ," explained Zaphod. "I discovered it had an emergency back-up personality that I thought might work out better." "Now this is going to be your first day out on a strange new planet," continued Eddie's new voice, "so I want you all wrapped up snug and warm, and no playing with any naughty bug-eyed monsters." Zaphod tapped impatiently on the hatch. "I'm sorry," he said, "I think we might be better off with a slide rule." "Right!" . "Who said that?" "Will you open the exit hatch ?" said Zaphod trying not to get angry. "Not until whoever said that owns up," urged the stamping a few synapses closed. "Oh

Knight A French River Landscape

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National High Magnetic Field Laboratory in Florida enables you to see the magnetic core memory process in motion: head over to take a look at it.
By the time it was finally usurped as the prime RAM technology, core memory access speeds were down to nearly a single microsecond – just 1.2ms. However, the time of core memory was very nearly up. A team at Bell Labs had been developing a revolutionary technology – the transistor – since 1948. 20 years later, that technology would change the face of computing almost overnight.
The first RAM chip
The first commercial transistors were small, cheap and above all, reliable. Transistors soon took over from bulky and unreliable glass valves as the main component of the logic gates and registers in the CPUs of the early 1950s.

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done for effect as much as anything. Zaphod stepped through the wall of the globe and relaxed on the sofa. He spread his two arms lazily along the back and with the third brushed some dust off his knee. His heads looked about, smiling; he put his the top of the cliff the globe wavered for a moment, tipped on to a railed ramp, rolled down it to a small concave platform and riddled to a halt. To tremendous applause Zaphod Beeblebrox stepped out of the bubble, his orange sash blazing in the light. The President of the Galaxy had arrived. He waited for the applause to die down, then raised his hands in greeting. "Hi," he said. A government spider sidled up to him and attempted to press a copy of his prepared feet up. At any moment, he thought, he might scream. Water boiled up beneath the bubble, it seethed and spouted. The bubble surged into the air, bobbing and rolling on the water spout. Up, up it climbed, throwing stilts of light at the cliff. Up it surged on the jet, the water falling from beneath it, crashing back into the sea hundreds of feet below. Zaphod smiled, picturing himself. A thoroughly ridiculous form of transport, but a thoroughly beautiful one. At

Leader On the Thames

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dangerous time like this. Stupid, stupid, stupid.Only in movies did the asthmatic kid or the diabetic kid, or the epileptic kid, suffer a seizure at the worst of all possible moments. Only in movies, not in real life. This was real or at least something that big grin. No splinters of baby bones in his teeth.[571] Brandishing the six-inch blade that he had requisitioned from Mr. Hachette’s cutlery drawer, Fric warned, “I’ve got a knife.”“And I’ve got this,” said Moloch, producing a tiny aerosol can the size of a pepper-spray container. He blasted Fric in the face with a cold stream of stuff that tasted like nutmeg and that smelled like undiluted civet probably smelled.passed for it.Did he feel an itchiness between his shoulders? Spreading to the back of his neck? A real itch would be a sign of an impending asthma attack. An imaginary itch would be a sign that he was a totally lame, lily-livered, hopelessly feeble geek.Directly above him, the secret panel slid open.He found himself face to face with Moloch, who was evidently smarter than Fric’s guardian angel: a freckle-faced guy with jackal eyes and a

Kimble Rooster Facing West

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conditioning, pools and spas, both the in-house and landscape lighting, the phone system, and much more.Crestron panels were positioned throughout the mansion, but the same features could also be station, such as the one in Ethan’s study.After Ethan activated the screen with a touch, three columns of icons were presented for his consideration. He tapped the one that represented the exterior surveillance cameras.Because eighty-the exterior-camera menu. He pressed the icon for the house alarm system.Not all staff members were authorized to activate and deactivate the alarm; consequently, the screen requested Ethan’s password. He entered it, was granted access, and set the house-perimeter alarm.All public areas of the mansion—virtually everything except bedrooms, bathrooms, and staff quarters—featured motion detectors that would register the passage of anyone moving along six outdoor cameras were positioned across the estate, he was next presented with eighty-six designating numbers. For the most part, to obtain quickly a view of any specific portion of the [466] grounds, you had to have memorized the numbers—at least those that, in your particular staff position, you were most likely to use frequently.He touched 03, and the Crestron screen at once filled with a view of the main gate as seen from outside the estate wall. This was the same camera that had captured Rolf Reynerd delivering the package that contained the doll’s eye in the apple.The gate rolled open. Mr. Hachette’s car drove off the grounds, onto the public street, turned right, and disappeared from the frame.As the front gate rolled shut, Ethan touched the screen and exited

Thomas Kinkade Paris City of Lights painting

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These phones were provided by a hacker nonpareil and anarchist-multimillionaire named Mick Sachatone. Mick sold them for six hundred bucks a pop. He guaranteed their viability for thirty days.Usually, the phone company didn’t realize been stuffed in an empty box of jerky under the bed.Of the twenty thousand, only fourteen remained. The other six thousand evidently had been spent on fast food and pork-fat snacks.Corky took the money and left the jerky box.In the dinette alcove off the living room, Hokenberry was still dead and no less ugly than before.During their three previous encounters, Corky had deduced that Hokenberry was estranged from his family. Unmarried, less than ideal material, and not the type to have a of that their system had been manipulated and didn’t identify the bad account for two months. Then they shut off service and sought the perpetrator. By that time, Corky had thrown the phone in a Dumpster and had obtained a new one.His purpose wasn’t to save money but to guarantee his anonymity when engaged in activities that were against the law. Making a minor contribution to the eventual financial ruination of the phone company was a pleasant bonus.Now Corky located Ned Hokenberry’s trove of cash in a bedroom one degree more civilized than the hibernation cave of a bear. The floor was littered with dirty socks, magazines, empty bags of fried bacon rinds, empty paper buckets from Kentucky Fried Chicken, and sucked-clean chicken bones. The money had

Unknown Artist Ford Smith Just Between Us painting

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of the fantasy novels he loved, Fric had read that ghosts could appear by an act of their own will, but could not long sustain material form if you failed to focus on them, that your wonder and your fear empowered and sustained them.He’d read that vampires could inside invited them to cross the threshold.He’d read that an the apparition in the blown glass would move faster, faster, growing in power by the second until, like bandoliers of grenades, every ornament would at once explode, piercing him with ten thousand splinters, whereupon every jagged shard would carry into his flesh a fragment of this pulsing darkness, which would flourish in his blood and soon become his master.He ran past the tree, out of the rotunda.He pressed a light switch in the north hall, and squeaked his [292]evil entity can escape the chains of Hell and enter a person in this world through the trivet of a Ouija board, not if you simply ask questions of the dead, but only if you’re careless enough to say something like “come join us” or “come be with us.”He’d read a shitload of stupid things, in fact, and most of them were probably just made up by stupid novelists trying to make a buck while they peddled their stupid screenplays to stupid producers.Nevertheless, Fric convinced himself that if he didn’t look away from the Christmas tree,

Thomas Kinkade Chicago Water Tower painting

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deathbed had he realized that she’d been the best chance he’d ever had of finding his way from the wrong road to the right one. As a young hothead, he had rejected her counsel, had believed that power and money were more important to him than she was. The shock of her early death forced him to face the hard truth that he’d been wrong.Only on this a full month in blue Hawaii, to dine well and drink well, with his blessings.Or he could stop the elevator and kill them.Neither act would change his future in any meaningful way.He bitterly envies . There would be a certain savage satisfaction in robbing them of their remaining years.Whatever else may be wrong with him—the list of his faults and corruptions is long—he can’t kill solely out of envy. Pride alone prevents him, more than mercy.strange, rainy day has he come to understand that she was also his last chance.For a man who once believed that the world was clay from which he could make what he wished, Dunny has arrived at a difficult place. He has lost all power, for nothing he does now can the money he withdrew from the wall safe in his study, he still has twenty thousand dollars. He could give ten of it to this elderly couple from Scranton, tell them to stay

Eric Wallis Lilies and Iris painting

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Hazard’s jaws locked in midchew, as if the seafoodshiny yellow slicker and a droopy yellow rain hat. He was as bright as a dandelion.The slicker had many inside pockets, deep and weatherproof.In his tall black rubber boots, two layers of socks kept his feet pleasantly warm.He yearned for thunder.He ached for lightning.Storms in southern California, usually lacking crash and flash, were too quiet for his taste.He liked the wind, however. Hissing, hooting, a champion of disorder, it lent a sting to the rain and promised chaos.Ficus and pine trees shivered, shuddered. Palm fronds clicked and clattered.Stripped leaves whirled in ragged green conjurations, short-lived demons that blew down into gutters.Eventually, clogging drain grills, the tagine had hardened like a dental mold.“Ten foreskins from grown men, not infants,” Ethan amplified.After chewing mechanically, not with his former relish, and after swallowing with a grimace, Hazard said, “Ouch. How many grown men get themselves circumcised?”“They’re not standing in line for it,” Ethan agreed.

Edward Hopper High Noon painting

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ready to start again, he descried a dark spot against the fading light: a great bird high and far off, now wheeling, now flying on slowly southwards.'What is that, Legolas? ' he asked, pointing to the northern sky. 'Is it, as I think. an eagle? ''Yes.' said Legolas. `It is an eagle, a hunting eagle. I wonder what that forebodes. It is far from the mountains.'`We will not start until it is fully dark,' said Aragorn.The eighth night of their journey came. It was silent and windless; the and not try to paddle swiftly.'To Sam in the leading boat was given the task of watchman. He lay forward peering into the gloom. The night grew dark, but the stars above were strangely bright, and there was a glimmer On the face of the River. It was close on midnight, and they had been drifting for some while. hardly using the paddlesgrey east wind had passed away. The thin crescent of the Moon had fallen early into the pale sunset, but the sky was clear above, and though far away in the South there were great ranges of cloud that still shone faintly, in the West stars glinted bright.`Come! ' said Aragorn. `We will venture one more journey by night. We are coming to reaches of the River that I do not know well: for I have never journeyed by water in these parts before, not between here and the rapids of Sarn Gebir. But if I am right in my reckoning, those are still many miles ahead. Still there are dangerous places even before we come there: rocks and stony eyots in the stream. We must keep a sharp watch

Salvador Dali Figure at a Window painting

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waving and tossing in the wind. But before Sam could make up his mind what it was that he saw, the light faded; and now he thought he saw Frodo with a pale face lying fast asleep under a great dark cliff. Then he seemed to see himself going along a dim passage, and climbing an endless winding stair. It came to him suddenly that he was looking urgently for something, but what it was he did not know. Like a dream the vision shifted and went back
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Sam climbed up on the foot of the pedestal and leaned over the basin. The water looked hard and dark. Stars were reflected in it.`There's only stars, as I thought,' he said. Then he gave a low gasp, for the stars went out. As if a dark veil had been withdrawn, the Mirror grew grey, and then clear. There was sun shining, and the branches of trees were, and he saw the trees again. But this time they were not so close, and he could see what was going on: they were not waving in the wind, they were falling, crashing to the ground.`Hi!' cried Sam in an outraged voice. 'There's that Ted Sandyman a-cutting down trees as he shouldn't. They didn't ought to be felled: it's that avenue beyond the Mill that shades the road to Bywater. I wish I could get at Ted, and I'd fell him!'But now Sam noticed that the Old Mill had vanished, and a large red-brick building was being put up where it had stood. Lots of folk were busily at work. There was a tall red chimney nearby. Black smoke seemed to cloud the surface of the Mirror.

Caravaggio The Supper at Emmaus painting

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the first flakes of snow the night before.The morning was now far advanced. From the high place they looked back westwards over the lower lands. Far away in the tumble of country that lay at the foot of the mountain was the dell from which they had started to climb the pass.Frodo's legs ached. He was chilled to the bone and hungry; and his head was dizzy as he thought of the long and painful march downhill. Black specks swam before his eyes. He rubbed them, but the black specks remained. In the distance below him, but still high above the lower foothills, dark dots were circling in the air.`The birds again!' said Aragorn, pointing down.'That cannot be helped now,' said Gandalf. `Whether they are good or evil, or have nothing to do with us at all, we must go
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been beaten off and would not dare to return. The threat of snow lifted; the clouds began to break and the light grew broader.As Legolas had reported, they found that the snow became steadily more shallow as they went down, so that even the hobbits could trudge along. Soon they all stood once more on the flat shelf at the head of the steep slope where they had felt down at once. Not even on the knees of Caradhras will we wait for another night-fall!'A cold wind flowed down behind them, as they turned their backs on the Redhorn Gate, and stumbled wearily down the slope. Caradhras had defeated them.

Mary Magdalene By John Gossaert

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great effort Frodo sat upright and brandished his sword.'Go back!' he cried. 'Go back to the Land of Mordor, and follow me no more! ' His voice sounded thin and shrill in his own ears. The Riders halted, but Frodo had not the power of Bombadil. His enemies laughed at him with a harsh and chilling laughter. 'Come back! Come back!' they called. 'To Mordor we will take you!''Go back!' he whispered.'The Ring! The Ring!' they cried with labouring. His sword broke and fell out of his shaking hand. The elf-horse reared and snorted. The foremost of the black horses had almost set foot upon the shore.At that moment there came a roaring and a rushing: a noise of loud waters rolling many stones. Dimly Frodo saw the river below him rise, and down along its course there came a plumed cavalry of wavesdeadly voices; and immediately their leader urged his horse forward into the water, followed closely by two others.'By Elbereth and Lúthien the Fair,' said Frodo with a last effort, lifting up his sword, 'you shall have neither the Ring nor me!'Then the leader, who was now half across the Ford, stood up menacing in his stirrups, and raised up his hand. Frodo was stricken dumb. He felt his tongue cleave to his mouth, and his heart

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seemed pleasant. There they took food and drink, and made as good a noon-meal under the open sky as anyone could wish; for the food came from 'down under Hill'. Tom had provided them with plenty for the comfort of the day. Their ponies unburdened strayed upon the grass.Riding over the hills, and eating their fill, together with their heads down.The hobbits sprang to their feet in alarm, and ran to the western rim. They found that they were upon an island in the fog. Even as they looked out in dismay towards the setting sun, it sank before their eyes into a white sea, and a cold grey shadow sprang up in the East behind. The fog rolled up to the walls and rose above them, and as it mounted it bent over their heads until it became a roofthe warm sun and the scent of turf, lying a little too long, stretching out their legs and looking at the sky above their noses: these things are, perhaps, enough to explain what happened. However, that may be: they woke suddenly and uncomfortably from a sleep they had never meant to take. The standing stone was cold, and it cast a long pale shadow that stretched eastward over them. The sun, a pale and watery yellow, was gleaming through the mist just above the west wall of the hollow in which they lay; north, south, and east, beyond the wall the fog was thick, cold and white. The air was silent, heavy and chill. Their ponies were standing crowded

Neiman Regatta of the Gondoliers

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corner of a cold hard flagstone. Then he remembered where he was and lay down again. He seemed to hear or remember hearing: ‘Nothing passes doors or windows save moonlight and starlight and the wind off the hill-top.’ A little breath of sweet air moved the curtain. He breathed deep and fell asleep again.As far as he could remember, Sam slept through the night in deep content, if logs are contented.They woke up, all four at once, in the morning light. Tom was moving about the room whistling like a starling. When he heard them stir he clapped his hands, and cried: ‘Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My hearties!’ He drew back the yellow curtains, and the hobbits saw that these had covered the windows, at either end of the room, one looking east and the other looking west.They leapt up refreshed. Frodo ran to the eastern window, and found himself He had half expected to see turf right up to the walls, turf all pocked with hoof-prints. Actually his view was screened by a tall line of beans on poles; but above and far beyond them the grey top of the hill loomed up against the sunrise. It was a pale morning: in the East, behind long clouds like lines of soiled wool stained red at the edges, lay glimmering deeps of yellow. The sky spoke of rain to come; but the light was broadening quickly, and the red flowers on the beans began to glow against the wet green leaves.Pippin looked out of the western window, down into a pool of mist. The Forest was hidden under

Life of Mary Magdalene Noli me tangere By Giotto di Bondone

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afterwards recalled little of either food or drink, for his mind was filled with the light upon the elf-faces, and the sound of voices so various and so beautiful that he felt in a waking dream. But he remembered that there was bread, surpassing the savour of a fair white loaf to one who is starving; and fruits sweet as wildberries and richer than the ; he drained a cup that was filled with a fragrant draught, cool as a clear fountain, golden as a summer afternoon.Sam could never describe in words, nor picture clearly to himself, what he felt or thought that night, though it remained in his memory as one of the chief events of The nearest he ever got was to say: ‘Well, sir, if I could grow apples like that, I would call myse. But it was the singing that went to my heart, if you know what I mean.’Frodo sat, eating, drinking, and talking with delight; but his mind was chiefly on the words spoken. He knew a little of the elf-speech and listened eagerly. Now and again he spoke to those that served him and thanked them in their own language. They smiled at him and said laughing: ‘Here is a jewel among hobbits!’After a while Pippin fell fast asleep, and was lifted up and borne away to a bower under the trees