Guercino paintings

Guercino paintings
Henry Peeters paintings
Hessam Abrishami paintings
would be unwilling to treat this matter with the clemency which we think desirable.
“Nor, indeed, is a precedent far to seek. In the fifteenth century a commoner of this struck off the head of the Bursar—true, that was in open fight and not before the young man had received severe injuries; but things, of course, were far rougher then. On that occasion the distinguished scholar, who held the position it is my privilege unworthily to occupy, inflicted upon the delinquent the fine of twopence to be paid to the Bursar’s relatives.”
Poxe brightened.
“Of course, the value of the penny has, since that time, markedly decreased, but calculating it as nearly as one can in days of rather haphazard accountancy, the Dean and I decided that the fine must have valued about thirteen shillings.
“I need hardly say, Lord Poxe, that this whole matter has been acutely

John Everett Millais paintings

John Everett Millais paintings
James Jacques Joseph Tissot paintings
Jules Joseph Lefebvre paintings
they were drilling with an enthusiasm which went far to counteract the effect of the lethargy of their previous efforts. “I suppose you know that you are playing hell with the House, with your corps-mania?” Ross said nothing but pushed his book onto the table after carefully marking the place. After a pause Stewart went on.
“The House hasn’t got either
It would make a splendid ending if the House could be allowed to win the Shield, but this is a story of school and anyone who knows the House will know that that is out of the question. Suffice it to say, however, that they were third, and that as Ross went down the grass slope to Chapel that evening, arm in arm with Stewart it seemed almost as if he had forgiven the House rather than that they had forgiven him. And after all that is greatness.

Edmund Blair Leighton God Speed painting

Edmund Blair Leighton God Speed paintingEdmund Blair Leighton The Charity of St paintingEdmund Blair Leighton Alain Chartier painting
But, I say, where am I to go?”
“Professor, our humble town is yours. Where would you like to go?”
“Well, I suppose I must go to an hotel. We were at the Ritz before.”
“I am sure you will be comfortable there. Tell the porter to get you a taxi and see he does not try to overcharge you. Double fare but not more.”
“But I shall see you tomorrow?”
“I hope very often.”
Dr. Fe bowed and the doors of the lift shut upon his bow and his smile.
There was in his manner something more than the reserve proper to a man of delicate feeling who had in emotion revealed too much of himself.

Officially,” said Mr. Horace Smudge, “we don’t even know you’re here.”
He gazed at Scott-King through hexagonal spectacles across the Pending

John Singer Sargent Oyster Gatherers of Cancale painting

John Singer Sargent Oyster Gatherers of Cancale paintingJohn Singer Sargent Nude Egyptian Girl paintingJohn Singer Sargent Lady Agnew painting
Was he tight?”
“Yes, he was, rather. And damned accurate too.”
After Hall, in the cloisters, O’Malley approached Charles.
“I say, Ryder, I’m frightfully sorry about tonight.”
“Oh, push off.”
“I had to do my duty, you know.” seniority, O’Malley travelled from boy to boy, rebuffed, crimson. All the Upper Dormitory refused. Only the fags watched, first in wonder that anyone should refuse crumpets on a cold afternoon
“Well, go and do it, but don’t come and bother me.”
“I’ll do anything you like to make up. Anything outside the House, that is. I’ll tell you what—I’ll kick anyone else in another house, anyone you care to choose. Spratt, if you like.”
“The best thing you can do is to kick yourself, Dirty Desmond, right round the cloisters.”

Unknown Artist Heighton After Hours painting

Unknown Artist Heighton After Hours paintingUnknown Artist Brent Lynch Evening Lounge paintingUnknown Artist Brent Lynch Coastal Drive painting
Talking to this delicious girl about Lucy, I thought, was like sitting in the dentist’s chair with one’s mouth full of instruments and the certainty that, all in good time, he would begin to hurt.
“Did she talk about it much, before she came to lunch?”
“Oh no, she just said ‘I’m afraid I’ve got to leave you today as Roger wants me to lunch with one of his old friends.’ So I said, ‘How rotten, who?’ and she said, ‘John Plant,’ just like that, and I said, ‘John Plant,’ and she said, ‘Oh, I forgot you were keen on thrillers.’ Thrillers, as though you were just anybody. And I said, ‘Couldn’t I possibly come,’ and she said, ‘Not possibly,’ and then when I was crying she said I might come with her to the lounge and sit behind a pillar and see you come in.”
“How did she describe me?”
“She just said you’d be the one who paid for the cocktails. Isn’t that just like Lucy, or don’t you know her well enough to tell?”
“What did she say about the lunch afterwards?”
“She said everyone talked about Kipling.”

Jose Royo Momento de Paz painting

Jose Royo Momento de Paz paintingJose Royo Azul Mediterraneo paintingPino Soft Light painting
took me round flat after flat—all empty. There were great cracks in the concrete stuffed up with putty. The hot pipes were cold. The doors jammed. He started asking three hundred pounds a year for the best of them and dropped to one hundred and seventy-five pounds before I saw the kitchen. Then he made it one hundred and fifty pounds. In the end he proposed what he called a ‘special form of tenancy for people of good social position’—offered to let me live there for a pound a week on condition I turned out if he found someone who was willing to pay the real rent. ‘Strictly between ourselves,’ he said, ‘I can promise you will not be disturbed.’ Poor beast, I nearly took his flat, he was so paintable.”
Now, I supposed, the house would be sold; another speculator would pull it to pieces; another great, uninhabitable barrack would appear, like a refugee ship in harbour; it would be filled sold, emptied, resold, refilled, re-emptied, while the concrete got discoloured and the green wood shrank, and the rats crept up in their thousands out of the metropolitan railway tunnel; and the trees and all round it disappeared one by one until the place became a working-class district and at last took on a gaiety and of some sort; until it

Marc Chagall Adam and Eve painting

Marc Chagall Adam and Eve paintingMarc Chagall The Model paintingMarc Chagall The Grand Parade painting
big house, but it was a part of lif that never had been real to her. She knew that there were Duchesses and Marchionesses in something called “Society”; they were encountered in the papers and the films. She knew there were directors with large salaries; but the fact that there were people like Gervase or Mrs. Kent-Cumberland, and that they could think of themselves as radically different from herself, had not entered her experience. When, eventually, they were brought together Mrs. Kent-Cumberland was extremely gracious and Gladys thought her a very nice old lady. But Tom knew that the meeting was proving disastrous.
“Of course,” said Mrs. Kent-Cumberland, “the whole thing is quite impossible. Miss What-ever-her-name-was seemed a thoroughly nice girl, but you are not in a position to think of . Besides,” she added with absolute finality, “you must not forget that if anything were to happen to Gervase, you would be his heir.”
So Tom was removed from the motor and an opening found for him on a sheep farm in South Australia.

Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman painting

Gustav Klimt The Three Ages of Woman paintingGustav Klimt The Kiss (Le Baiser _ Il Baccio) paintingGustav Klimt Sea Serpents painting
with his head on his knees. Two or three dogs prowled below the huts, nosing for refuse, but the breeze was blowing from the riverbank and, though Rip had made some noise in his approach, they gave no alarm. Limitless calm lay on all sides among the monstrous shapes of grassgrown masonry and concrete. Rip crouched in a damp hollow and waited for day.
It was still night, darker from the setting of the moon, when the cocks began to crow—twenty or thirty of them, Rip judged—from the roosts under the village. The sentry came to raked over the embers sending up a spatter of wood sparks.
Presently a thin line of light appeared downstream, broadening into delicate summer dawn. Birds sang all round him. Tousled households appeared on the little platforms before the huts; women scratching their heads, shaking out blankets, naked children. They let down ladders of hide and stick; two or three women padded down to the river with earthenware pots to draw water; they hitched up their clothes to the waist and waded thigh deep.
From where Rip lay he could see the full extent of the village. The huts extended

Albert Moore silver painting

Albert Moore silver paintingRene Magritte The Blank Check paintingSir Lawrence Alma-Tadema In the Tepidarium painting
And Prunella was never short of male escort. As the weeks passed it became clear to the watching colony that her choice had narrowed down to two—Mr. Kentish, assistant native commissioner, and Mr. Benson, second lieutenant in the native levy; not that she was not consistently charming to everyone else—even to the shady remittance man and the repulsive Mr. Jagger—but by various little acts of preference she made it known that Kentish and Benson were her favourites. And the study of their innocent romances gave a sudden new interest to the social of the town. Until now there had been plenty of entertaining certainly—gymkhanas and tennis tournaments, dances and dinner parties, calling and gossiping, amateur opera and church bazaars—but it had been a joyless and dutiful affair. They knew what was expected of Englishmen abroad; they had to keep up appearances before the natives and their co-protectionists; they had to have something to

Joseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal Venice painting

Joseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal Venice paintingJohn Singer Sargent El Jaleo paintingRembrandt Susanna and the Elders painting
further notice. He also sent two copies of Hamlet. When you’ve had your bath, I’ll read you my notes for our first treatment.”
But this was not to be; before Simon was dressed Miss Grits had been recalled to the studio on urgent
“I’ll ring up and tell you when I am free,” she said.
Simon spent the morning dictating letters to everyone he could think of; they began—“Please forgive me for dictating this, but I am so busy just now that I have little time for personal correspondence ...” Miss Dawkins sat deferentially over her pad. He gave her Sylvia’s number.
“Will you get on to this number and present my compliments to Miss Lennox and ask her to luncheon at Espinoza’s ... And book a table for two there at one forty-five.”
“Darling,” said Sylvia, when they met, “why were you out all yesterday and who was that voice this morning?”
“Oh, that was Miss Dawkins, my stenographer.”
“Simon, what can you mean?”
“You see, I’ve joined the film industry.”

Salvador Dali clock melting clocks painting

Salvador Dali clock melting clocks paintingJean Beraud Pont des arts paintingJean Beraud Boulevard des capucines painting
JUVENILIA

"The Curse of the Horse Race," Little Innocents: Childhood Reminiscences by Dame Ethyl Smith and others, Cobden-Sanderson, London, 1932. Portrait of Young Man with career," The Isis, 30 May 1923.
"Antony, Who Sought Things That Were Lost," The Oxford Broom, June 1923.
"Edward of Unique Achievement," The Cherwell, 1 August 1923.
"Fragments: They Dine with the Past." The Cherwell, 15 August 1923.
"Conspiracy to Murder," The Cherwell, 5 September 1923.
"Unacademic Exercise: A Nature Story," The Cherwell, 19 September 1923.
"The National game," The Cherwell, 26 September 1923.

"Fidon's Confetion," "Fragment of a Novel," "Essay," "The House: An Anti-Climax," Evelyn Waugh, Apprentice: The Early , 1910—27, edited and with an introduction by R. M. Davis, Pilgrim Books, Norman, Oklahoma, 1985.
"Multa Pecunia," The Pistol Troop Magazine, 1912.

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
All that and balls to boot! At Guo-Li-Zhuang, you can get any dick with testicles on the side; the way God intended. Would you like pig balls with a goat dick? Done. Dog penis with one horse ball and one rooster ball? Why the hell not? A big horse cock and two tiny chicken balls? Hilarious! For many Americans, eating rolls of raw fish can be a tough sell. But if you're one of the thousands of open-minded Yanks who've fallen under the spell of sushi in recent years, then what better way to totally ruin it for yourself than eating it out of a dead person?
Or why not indulge yourself with the "man's mighty meal," a plate of three floppy dicks and eight—count ‘em eight!—swollen testicles, guaranteed to give you back your virility or send you screaming into the streets.

Fabian Perez Fabian Perez geisha painting

Fabian Perez Fabian Perez geisha paintingFabian Perez Full Moon Empty Heart paintingFabian Perez For a Better Life III painting
udder was five centimeters, and their side-to-side play twelve. Her nipples when aroused had a diameter of seven millimeters and a projection of fifteen; their tranquil dimensions, though visibly smaller, I could not measure accurately, for they sprang to attention at sight, so to speak, of the calipers' approach, as did the erectile tissue of her clitoris. Nor could I, lacking Dr. Eierkopf's gauges, measure in real numbers the strength of her anal and vaginal sphincters, though my digital impression was that the former had easily twice the constrictive power of the latter.
That impression, and others equally subjective and qualitative, I gained principally during the tactile stage of my examination, which followed upon the metrical. "Feel me," Anastasia directed, and closing my eyes at her instruction, I explored with my fingertips all her surfaces and apertures, comparing their textures, temperatures, moistnesses, firmnesses, viscosities, and the like; then I covered the same ground, as it were, with the soles and toes of my bare feet, a curious sensation, and finally disrobed myself for maximum-surface contacts, at the first of which (my back to her front) I ejaculated approximately two meters across the Treatment Room.

Douglas Hofmann Model

Douglas Hofmann ModelDouglas Hofmann JessicaChrist In The Storm
defected Nikolayan and rabid anti-Student-Unionist) reported later that Leonid's exclamation had been "Better you should see the truth than I" or something to that effect -- which he interpreted to mean that Leonid was afraid of what he might see about his alma mater with two good eyes.grip on his neck, and stood up in the sidecar.
"Don't try to get loose!" No doubt it was Leonid Stoker warned, but his words struck my heart, and I gave myself up utterly to that which bound, possessed, and bore me. I let go, I let all go; relief went through me like a purge. And as if in signal of my freedom, over the reaches of the campus
"Not so," Leonid here commented from the sidecar. "I meant Mrs. Anastasia, he should see her through my eyes."
"I figured that," Greene

Edwin Austin Abbey paintings

Edwin Austin Abbey paintings
Edward Hopper paintings
Edgar Degas paintings
Anastasia sat half-turned on the leathern couch, hiding her face in its arm and her own. I sat down to apologize for any hurt I'd done her feelings unintentionally; but as soon as I touched her hip in a conciliatory way, she flung herself upon me and wailed into my chest that she was the unhappiest woman on campus, and wished herself passed and gone.
I was freshly confounded. "Then you aren't angry at me for teasing you about being sterile? Itwas thoughtless."
She sniffled into my jail-coat that she knew I hadn'tmeant to be tactless, and that anyhow her infertility had been attested by Dr. Sear to be psychological rather than physiological, and thus perhaps not a permanent condition. She drew back to look at me, blushing and grave. "Human women don't haveheats, You know, George -- I remember Maurice telling You something silly about that at the Powerhouse -- but we're supposed to haveorgasms, and for some reason I don't. Kennard says there might be a connection between that and not having babies."

Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings

Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings
Peder Severin Kroyer paintings
Pieter de Hooch paintings
her story (which was growing somewhat hysterical anyway) in order to hear with delighted surprise Greene's counsel to Dr. Sear.
"You ought to quit this playing Doctor and Patient," he was saying severely. "It don't become an educated man like yourself, that kind of smartness. And it don't show proper respect for your wife, neither, that I'm sure is a good upstanding woman. . ."
"It washer idea," Dr. Sear complained. His voice grew stubborn as a pre-schooler's. "It was her crayons and popsicle-sticks, too."
"That don't matter," Greene insisted. "You ought to have a proper self-respect for her. Take yourself, now: except for that there cancer you're a healthy man! So don't let your wife's craziness fool you, all that drinking and messing around with floozies like Lacey -- you got to learn to see through a woman like that."
"I'veseen," Dr. Sear insisted half-heartedly.
"I wonder," Greene chided. "Why, take away her failings and you've got a passèd wife and mother!"
"We have no children," Dr. Sear dryly pointed out.

Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings

Alexei Alexeivich Harlamoff paintings
Aubrey Beardsley paintings
Andrea del Sarto paintings
a silver-headed serpent, mouth agape; its body, twelve times the size of any rattler's in the pasture, trailed out of sight around the corner. They stood outlined now between me and the doorway.
I shouted again for Max.
"What you squalling, Goat-Boy?" The creature set down his serpent, which drew back half a foot and lay still. I made to flee deeper into the passageway.
"Whoa down, chile!" In a moment he overtook me and squatted at my head, so that both ends of the aisle were closed to me.
"Don't eat me up," I pleaded, and resorted to the one stratagem I knew. "Wait till Dr. Spielman comes along, and eathim ."
"Eat, boy? Who gone eat? Nobody gone eat."
His voice I had to own did not threaten, and for all the tearfulness of those eyes, his grip was gentle on my shoulder. I looked to see whether the serpent was creeping near.
"How about that snake?" I pointed urgently, and he glanced there as if frightened himself. "Is it dead?"

The Crucifixion

The CrucifixionLes ElephantsOrange and Yellow
Tammany, the female sex, and his own sorry past, he was an unhappy man, become sullen and surly; and his grudgy speech was laced with slang so pied and shifting, I shook my head as much at his words as at what I gathered of their sense. Withal, though, he seemed more changed in mood than substance: his soap- and shoelessness, beard and guitar, said Billy-of-the-Hills as much as Beist; and the disenchantment was clearly but a change of spells. His acne, which he had hoped to cure with dirt, was purulent as ever; hemp-smoke but guaranteed what had used to visit him unsought. Bray he called now an outright fraud for having passed him as a "kindergartener"; me he credited with "true-blue Beistic vision" for having shown him his former blindness. Leonid he regarded, with glum goodwill, as half mistaken, eye-to-eye-with-himselfwise: right about New Tammany's decadence, wrong about Nikolay's superiority; right about My Ladyship's unchastity, wrong about her passèdness, and so forth.
"Balonicy!" scoffed Leonid. "She's passèd Graduate! If I believed in!" He shook his fist then at our warden, who was idly prodding Croaker with my stick through the bars of an adjacent cell, where the huge Frumentian lay bloat and helpless from overeating

Michelangelo Buonarroti The Creation of Adam painting

Michelangelo Buonarroti The Creation of Adam paintingMichelangelo Buonarroti Creation of Adam paintingThomas Kinkade The Rose Garden painting
cautiously wondered whether news of an EATing mightn't aggravate the student body's unrest; the very legality of our entry into WESCAC's Belly he was not sure of -- though he did not doubt that in the case of Grand Tutors. . .
"GrandTutor," I interrupted. "There can't be two at a time."
"Quite so," Bray agreed, still entirely cordial. "As for the legal matter, it's of no consequence, actually. Thanks to the Spielman Proviso" -- he made a little nodding bow to me -- "the question of whomay go into the Belly is beside the point. Only a Grand Tutorcan, and come out alive. However. . ." He drew a paper from somewhere under his cape. "I took the trouble to prepare a release of sorts, just in case. We'll sign it and leave it with you gentlemen, if Mr. Goat-Boy is agreeable."
The document, addressedTo Whom it may concern, declared that whichever of its signatories proved to be the Grand Tutor, He authorized the entry of the other into WESCAC's Belly for the purpose of attesting His authenticity, and was fully and exclusively accountable for the consequences of such attestation; moreover, that whichever proved to benot the Grand Tutor, he consented to and held none but himself responsible for his