Jack Vettriano The Blue Gown

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greatest Universe of Space and Time." "But the second?" insisted Lunkwill. "Why do you keep saying the second? You're surely not thinking of the Multicorticoid Perspicutron Titan Muller are you? Or the Pondermatic? Or the ..." Contemptuous lights flashed across the . "I spare not a single unit of thought on these cybernetic simpletons!" he boomed. "I speak of none but the is to come after me!" Fook was losing patience. He and muttered, "I think this is getting needlessly messianic." "You know nothing of future time," pronounced Deep Thought, "and yet in my teeming circuitry I can navigate the infinite delta streams of future probability and see that there must one day come a whose merest operational parameters I am not worthy to calculate, but which it will be my fate eventually to design." Fook sighed heavily and glanced across to Lunkwill. "Can we get on and ask the question?" he said. Lunkwill motioned him to wait. "this of which you speak?" he asked. "I will speak of it no further in this present time," said Deep Thought. "Now. Ask what else of me you will that I may function. Speak." They shrugged at each other. Fook composed himself. he said, "the task we have designed you to perform is this. We want you to tell us ..." he paused, "... the Answer!" "The answer?" said Deep Thought. "The answer to whaturged Fook. "The Universe!" said Lunkwill.

Peeters Reed Creek

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Vogons but couldn't think of anything vitriolic enough so he gave that up too, wrapped a robe round himself and went for a walk to the bridge. As he entered he was surprised to see two figures hunched excitedly over the instruments. "See? The ship's about to move into orbit," Trillian was saying. "There's a planet out there. It's at the exact coordinates you predicted." Zaphod heard a noise and looked up. "Ford!" he hissed. "Hey, come and take a look at this." Ford went and had a look at it. It was a series of figures flashing over a screen. "You recognize those Galactic coordinates?" said Zaphod. "No." "gang!" enthused "This is getting real sociable isn't it?" "Shut up," said Zaphod, "and show up the screens." Light on the bridge sank. Pinpoints of light played across the consoles and reflected in four pairs of eyes that stared up at the external monitor screens. There was absolutely nothing on them. "Recognize that?" whispered Zaphod. Ford frowned. "Er, no," he said. "What do you see?" "Nothing." "Recognize it?" "What are you talking about?" "We're in the Horsehead Nebula. One whole vast dark cloud." "And I was meant to recognize that from a blank screen?" "Inside a dark nebula is the only place in the Galaxy you'd see a

Bierstadt Pioneers of the Woods

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The source of energy, matter and the universe itself is the ultimate mystery of, well, the universe.
Based on a widespread afterglow called the cosmic microwave background (and other evidence), scientists think that the cosmos formed from a "Big Bang" -- an incomprehensible expansion of energy from an ultra-hot, ultra-dense state.
Describing time before the event, however, may be impossible.
Still, atom smasher searches for particles that formed shortly after the Big Bang could shed new light on the universe's mysterious existence -- and make it a bit less strange than it is today.
Caption: Illustration showing the creationdidn't even exist.
Scientists have found that they originate in stars (living or exploding), nuclear material and from the Big Bang. The elementary particles come in three "flavors" and, stranger still, seem to disappear on a whim.
Because neutrinos occasionally do interact with "normal" matter such as water and mineral oil, scientists hope and expansion of the universe. Credit: NASA

Robinson The E. M. J. Betty

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concentrating. He said, "Good, is there anywhere we can talk?" "What?" said Arthur Dent. For a few seconds Ford seemed to ignore . Listen to me - I've got to tell you the most important thing you've ever heard. I've got to tell you now, and I've got to tell you in the saloon bar of the Horse and Groom." "But why?" "Because you are going to need a very stiff drink." Ford stared at Arthur, and Arthur was astonished to find that his will was beginning him, and stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car. Then suddenly he squatted down beside Arthur. "We've got to talk," he said urgently. "Fine," said Arthur, "talk." "And drink," said Ford. "It's vitally important that we talk and drink. Now. We'll go to the pub in the village." He looked into the sky again, nervous, expectant. "Look, don't you understand?" shouted Arthur. He pointed at Prosser. "That man wants to knock my house down!" Ford glanced at him, puzzled. "Well he can do it while you're away can't he?" he asked. "But I don't want him to!" "Ah." "Look, what's the matter with you Ford?" said Arthur. "Nothing. Nothing's the matter

Gockel Romance in Red II

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where we need it, and when we don’t want lightning, not one bolt leaves the quiver.”[525] In addition to being inflated with nonflammable helium instead of hydrogen, the blimp was different from a zeppelin in that it had no rigid internal structure. The skin of the Hindenburg—a vessel as long as the Eiffel Tower is tall, nearly as long as four Boeing 747s , was just a flat bag when deflated.With no missing strawberries to obsess about and with no roller bearings to manipulate obsessively in one hand, a la Bogart in The Caine Mutiny, Captain Queeg von Hindenburg studied the slowly seething fog overhead, squinting to catch a glimpse of the clouds above the fog. He looked worried. He looked angry. With his orange hair pasted to his head by rain, his protuberant eyes, and his walrus mustache, he looked like a cartoon. “I don’t like this at all,” he muttered.standing nose to tail—had been stretched around an elaborate steel frame that contained sixteen giant gas cells, great cotton sacks made airtight by a coating of plastic, as well as an entire luxury hotel. Trotter’s blimp, any blimp

John Singer Sargent Nude Egyptian Girl painting

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ate all his meals either at his pizza and Chinese.Of the two walls not fitted with floor-to-ceiling shelves, one was here in the living room. This space had been reserved for four big top-of-the-line plasma-screen TVs and associated equipment. The other such wall was in the bedroom.A pair of plasma screens hung side by side, and a second pair hung side by side above the first. A DVD player and a videocassette machine served each screen; that equipment, plus eight speakers and associated amplifiers were racked in low cabinets under the squeaks, hisses, and cries of pleasure, by whispered and growled obscenities, and by a rhythmic rush of heavy breathing in one degree of urgency or another. With eyes closed, you could almost believe that you were in a riotously inhabited jungle, albeit a jungle in which all the tropical species were simultaneously copulating.screens.Mick could run four movies simultaneously and switch, as whim struck him, from one soundtrack to the other. Or he could—and often did—play all four soundtracks simultaneously.Usually when you stepped into the Sachatone living room, you were greeted by a rude symphony of sighs, grunts, groans, squeals,

Pierre Auguste Renoir A Girl with a Watering Can painting

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thought about the heavy breather. Even if the boy was the type to invent little dramas to focus attention on himself, which he was [308] not, this seemed a pale invention, not worth the effort of a lie. When kids made up stuff, they tended toward flamboyant details.After taking the aspirin, Ethan went to the phone and picked up the handset. A light appeared at the first of his two private lines.The house phones doubled as an intercom system. If he pressed the button in the gut and died, then you got up and went on, and life threw more crap at you, and you were run down in traffic and died again, and when you just tried, for God’s sake, to get on with crap at you, so it shouldn’t be a surprise that eventually all this strenuous activity gave you the appetite of an Olympic power lifter.marked INTERCOM and then the button for Fric’s line, he would be able to speak directly to the boy in his room.He didn’t know what he would say or why he felt that he ought to seek out Fric at this late hour rather than in the morning. He stared at the boy’s line. He put one finger on the button, but hesitated to press it.The kid was most likely asleep by now. If not asleep, he ought to be.Ethan racked the handset.He went to the refrigerator. Earlier, he had not been able to eat. The events of the day had left him with a stomach clenched as tight as a fist. For a while, all he’d wanted was good Scotch. Now, unexpectedly, the thought of a ham sandwich made his mouth water.You got up every day, hoping for the best, but life threw crap at you, and you were shot

Guido Reni Archangel Michael painting

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his dinner dishes had been taken away.One of the maids might have cleaned up after him. Or Mrs. McBee, though as busy as she was this evening, she would probably send the mister.Why any of them would have UPON RECEIVING THE CALL, DUNNY WHISTLER at once responds to it, driving directly to Beverly Hills.He doesn’t need the car anymore. Nevertheless, he enjoys being behind the wheel of a well-engineered automobile, and even the simple pleasure of driving has a new poignancy in light of recent events.En route, traffic lights turn green just when needed, gaps in traffic repeatedly open for him, and he makes such speed that dark wings of water plume from his tires most of the way. He should feel exhilarated, but many concerns weigh on his mind.followed him into the wine cellar without calling out to him, why they would have set the Knute-spun cobweb afloat, he couldn’t begin to understand.Fric felt that he was at the center of a web not manufactured by Mr. Knute, an invisible web of conspiracy

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida On the Beach Valencia painting

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coolers that lined the big front room, no flowers other than roses could be seen, along with supplies of cut ferns and other greenery that were used to soften bright bouquets and arrangements.Because of Hannah’s of the varieties in the coolers.Here was a rose so dark red that it almost appeared to be black, with petals that varieties. Do you also like climbing roses?”“Oh, yes, all kinds of roses,” Rowena said, warm. “But we seldom use climbing roses. Varieties with longer stems work better in arrangements.”He introduced himself and, as was his habit in such situations, explained that he’d once been a looked like velvet, earning its name: Black Magic.And here, the John F. Kennedy rose: white petals so thick and glossy that they resembled sculpted wax.The Charlotte Armstrong: large, fragrant, deep pink blooms. The Jardins de Bagatelle, the Rio Samba, the Paul McCartney rose, the Auguste Renoir, the Barbara Bush, the Voodoo, and the Bride’s Dream.Behind the customer counter stood an exceptional rose who looked as Hannah might have looked had she lived to be sixty. Thick salt-and-pepper hair cut short and shaggy. Large dark eyes . Time had not faded this woman’s beauty, but had enriched it with a patina of experience.Reading the name tag on the clerk’s blouse, Ethan said, “Rowena, most of what I see in these coolers are hybrid tea

Julius LeBlanc Stewart The Letter painting

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courtroom devoted to the trial of the latest spouse-murdering celebrity.When Ethan arrived, Hazard Yancy waited in a booth by a window. Even seated, he loomed so large that he would have been well advised to audition for the title role in The-million ceiling.”“Up from poverty,” Hazard said.“Plus he’s got a piece of the back end.”[58] “That kind of money, he can get a piece of anybody’s back end he wants.”“It’s an industry phrase. Means if the picture is a big hit, he gets a share of the profits, sometimes even a percentage of gross.”“How much might that amount to?”“According to Daily Variety, he’s had worldwide hits so big he sometimes walks away with fifty million, thereabouts.” Incredible Hulk if Hollywood ever made a black version.Hazard had already been served a double order of the kibby appetizer with cucumbers, tomatoes, and pickled turnip on the side.As Ethan sat across the table from the big detective, Hazard said, “Somebody told me they saw in the news your boss got twenty-seven million bucks for his last two movies.”“Twenty-seven million each. He’s the first to break through the twenty-five

Claude Monet The Rouen Cathedral at Twilight painting

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Edward Hopper Railroad Sunset painting

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trees near the fountain, and in it they laid soft couches; then speaking words of peace with fair elvish voices they left them. For a little while the travellers talked of their night before in the tree-tops, and of their day's journey, and of the Lord and Lady; for they had not yet the heart to look further back.`What did you blush for, Sam? ' said Pippin. `You soon broke down. Anyone would have thought you hope it was nothing worse than
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troubled,' she said. 'Tonight you shall sleep in peace.' Then they sighed and felt suddenly weary, as those who have been questioned long and deeply, though no words had been spoken openly.`Go now! ' said Celeborn. `You are worn with sorrow and much toil. Even if your Quest did not concern us closely, you should have refuge in this City, until you were healed and refreshed. Now you shall rest, and we will not speak of your further road for a while.'That night the Company slept upon the ground, much to the satisfaction of the hobbits. The Elves spread for them a pavilion among thea wicked plot to steal one of my blankets.'`I never thought no such thing,' answered Sam, in no mood for jest. 'If you want to know, I felt as if I hadn't got nothing on, and I didn't like it. She seemed to be looking inside me and asking me what I would do if she gave me the chance of the Shire to a nice little hole with-with a bit of g of don't think

Leonardo da Vinci Lady With An Ermine painting

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other weapon, and he went forth clad only in rusty green and brown. as a Ranger of the wilderness. Boromir had a long sword,Andúril but of less lineage and he bore also a shield and his war-horn.'Loud and clear it sounds in the valleys of the hills,' he said, `and then let all the foes of Gondor flee!' Putting it to his lips he blew a blast, and the echoes leapt from Sting; and his mail-coat, as Bilbo wished, remained hidden. Gandalf bore his staff, but girt at his side was the elven-sword Glamdring, the mate of Orcrist that lay now upon the breast of Thorin under the Lonely Mountain.All were well furnished by Elrond with thick warm clothes, and they had jackets and cloaks
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rock to rock, and all that heard that voice in Rivendell sprang to their feet.Slow should you be to wind that horn again, Boromir, said Elrond. 'until you stand once more on the borders of your land, and dire need is on you.'`Maybe,' said Boromir. 'But always I have let my horn cry at setting forth, and though thereafter we may walk in the shadows, I will not go forth as a thief in the night.'Gimli the dwarf alone wore openly a short shirt of steel-rings, for dwarves make light of burdens; and in his belt was a broad-bladed axe. Legolas had a bow and a quiver, and at his belt a long white knife. The younger hobbits wore the swords that they had taken from the barrow; but Frodo took only

Hopper Small Town Station

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down a thick wooded slope. Pippin, not liking to show Strider that he was still afraid, went on ahead with Merry. Sam and Strider came behind, one on each side of Frodo's pony, for the path was now broad enough for four or five hobbits to walk abreast. But they had not gone very far before Pippin came running back, followed by Merry. They both looked terrified.'There are trolls!' Pippin panted. 'Down in a clearing in the woods not far three large trolls. One was stooping, and the other two stood staring at him.Strider walked forward unconcernedly. 'Get up, old stone!' he said, and broke his stick upon the stooping troll.Nothing happened. There was a gasp of astonishment from the hobbits, and then even Frodo laughed. 'Well!' he said. 'We are forgetting our family history! These must be the very three that below. We got a sight of them through the tree-trunks. They are very large!''We will come and look at them,' said Strider, picking up a stick. Frodo said nothing, but Sam looked scared.The sun was now high, and it shone down through the half-stripped branches of the trees, and lit the clearing with bright patches of light. They halted suddenly on the edge, and peered through the tree-trunks, holding their breath. There stood the trolls:

Matisse Decorative Figure on an Ornamental Background

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moment Merry gave a whistle of relief and pointed ahead.‘Well, well!’ he said. ‘These trees do shift. There is the Bonfire Glade in front of us (or I hope so), but the path to it seems to have moved away!’The light grew clearer as they went forward. Suddenly they came out of the trees and found themselves in a wide circular trees, and a clear path beyond it. They could see it running on into the wood, wide in places and open above, though every now and again the trees drew in and overshadowed it with their dark boughs. Up this path they rode. They were still climbing gently, but they now went much quicker, and with better heart; for it seemed to them that the space. There was sky above them, blue and clear to their surprise, for down under the Forest-roof they had not been able to see the rising morning and the lifting of the mist. The sun was not, however, high enough yet to shine down into the clearing, though its light was on the tree-tops. The leaves were all thicker and greener about the edges of the glade, enclosing it with an almost solid wall. No tree grew there, only rough grass and many tall plants: stalky and faded hemlocks and wood-parsley, fire-weed seeding into fluffy ashes, and rampant nettles and thistles. A dreary place: but it the close Forest.The hobbits felt encouraged, and looked up hopefully at the broadening daylight in the sky. At the far side of the glade there was a break in the wall of

Dubravko Raos River's Edge

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companions. Pippin and Sam had remained flat in the grass, and had seen nothing; so Frodo described the rider and his strange behaviour.‘I can’t say why, but I felt certain he was looking or smelling for me; and also I felt certain that I did not want him to discover me. I’ve never seen or fell anything like it in the Shire before.’‘But what has one of the Big People got to do with us?’ said Pippin. ‘And what is he doing in this part of the world?’‘There are some Men about,’ said Frodo. ‘Down in the Southfarthing they have had trouble with Big People, I believe. But I have never heard of anything like this rider. I wonder where he comes from.’‘Begging your pardon,’ put in Sam suddenly, ‘I know where he comes from. It’s from Hobbiton that this here black rider comes, unless there’s more than one. And I know where he’s going to.’‘What do you mean?’ said Frodo sharply, looking at him in astonishment. ‘Why didn’t you speak up before?’‘I have only just remembered, sir. It was like this: when I got back to our hole yesterday evening with the key, my dad, he says to me: Hello, Sam! he says. I thought you were away with Mr. Frodo this morning. There’s been a strange customer asking for Mr. Baggins of Bag End, and he’s only just gone. I’ve sent him on to Bucklebury. Not that I liked the sound of him. He seemed mighty put out, when I told him Mr. Baggins had left good. Hissed at me, he did. It gave me