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Lights flashed on and off experimentally and settled pattern. A soft low hum came from the communication channel. "Good morning," said Deep Thought at last. "Er ... Good morning, O Deep Thought," said Loonquawl nervously, "do you have ... er, that is ..." "An answer for you?" interrupted Deep Thought majestically. "Yes. I have." The two men shivered with expectancy. Their waiting had not been in vain. "There really is one?" breathed Phouchg. "There really is one," confirmed Deep Thought. "To Everything? To the great Universe and Everything?" "Yes." Both of the men had been trained for this moment, their lives had been a preparation for it, they had been selected at birth as those who would witness the answer, but even so they found themselves gasping and squirming like excited children. "And you're ready to give it to us?" urged Loonquawl. "I am." "Now?" "Now," said Deep Thought. They both licked their dry lips. "Though I don't think," added Deep Thought, "that you're going to like it." "Doesn't matter!" said Phouchg. "We must know it! Now!" "Now?" inquired Deep Thought. "Yes! Now ..."

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warp from a thousand years in the future of the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation as "a bunch of mindless jerks who were the first against the wall when the revolution came." The pink cubicle had winked out of existence, the monkeys had sunk away to a better dimension. Ford and Arthur found themselves in the embarkation area of the ship. It was rather smart. "I think the ship's brand new," said Ford. "How can you tell?" asked Arthur. "Have you got some exotic device for measuring the age of metal?" "No, I just lying on the floor. It's a lot of `the Universe can be yours' stuff. Ah, but being unable to understand the vast majority of what Ford was saying he began to let his mind wander, trailing his fingers along the edge of an , he reached out and pressed an invitingly large red button on a nearby panel. The panel lit up with the words Please do not press this button again. He shook himself. "Listen," said Ford, who was still ! Look, I was right." Ford jabbed at one of the pages and showed it to Arthur. "It says: Sensational new breakthrough in Improbability Physics. As soon as the ship's drive reaches Infinite Improbability it passes through every point in the Universe. Be the envy of other major governments. Wow, this is big league stuff." Ford hunted excitedly through the technical specs of the ship, occasionally gasping with astonishment at what he read - clearly Galactic astrotechnology had moved ahead during the years of his exile. Arthur listened for a short while

Tissot The Bunch of Lilacs

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exactly gone out of your way to call attention to them had you? I mean like actually telling anybody or anything." "But the plans were on display ..." "On display? I eventually had to go down to the cellar to find them." "That's the display, but I happen to like it." "You'll like the bypass." "Oh shut up," said Arthur Dent. "Shut up and go away, and take your bloody bypass with you. You haven't got a leg to stand on and you know it." Mr Prosser's mouth opened and closed a couple of times while his mind was for a moment filled with inexplicable but terribly visions of Arthur Dent's house being department." "With a torch." "Ah, well the lights had probably gone." "So had the stairs." "But look, you found the notice didn't you?" "Yes," said Arthur, "yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of the Leopard." A cloud passed overhead. It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent as he lay propped up on his elbow in the cold mud. It cast a shadow over Arthur Dent's house. Mr Prosser frowned at it. "It's not as if it's a particularly nice house," he said. "I'm sorry

Gockel Love American Style III

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Trotter’s folly sailing through the rain and think that Santa Claus had come two nights early and by unconventional transport.And here, now, after so much planning: the Manheim estate.Undetected, they crossed approximately forty feet above the monitored wall.They crossed over the motion detectors that were alert for intruders at ground level.They crossed scores of sentinel the stars turn through the sky from dusk to dawn. With a grace equal to a series of perfectly executed ballet stepsafter so much planning: the Manheim estate.Undetected, they crossed approximately forty feet above the monitored wall.They crossed over the gauges on the control panel. They were swivel-mounted on a stanchion, allowing Trotter to position them as needed. The combined radiance of these instruments was insufficient to paint the faintest glimmer on the curve of the helium bag immediately overhead.Indeed, more light speed of fifteen miles per hour. To disturb the fog as little as possible and thus shroud themselves in its welcome veils, they were making just ten miles per hour, which would get them from door to door in approximately three minutes.Through the Internet, Corky

Georges Seurat The Circus painting

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The headline was too bold, too black, too incredible to miss: FBI ENTERS MANHEIM KIDNAPPING.A chill shuttled and wove in Fricman, Mysterious Caller, his guardian angel: the cold face, the pale gray eyes.Fric tried to throw the Times down, but was unable to let go of it, not because his hands were moist with fear but because the newspaper seemed to have acquired a static charge, and clung to him.In the picture, Mysterious Caller became animated, as if this were not a newspaper .A sudden brine moistened his palms, as if he had dipped his hands into a supernatural sea, and his fingers stuck to the paper.He checked the date of the issue. December 24. The day after tomorrow.On the front page, under the frightening headline, were two photographs: a publicity shot of Ghost Dad, and the front gate of the estate.Reluctant to read the report for fear that reading it would make it come true, Fric glanced at the bottom of the column and saw that the story continued on page 8. He turned to page 8 in search of the picture most important to him.And there he was.Under his photo were these words: Aelfric Manheim, 10, missing since Tuesday night.As he stared in shock at the photo, his black-and-white image morphed into that of the mirror

Edward Hopper Western Motel painting

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high.”“I guess I understand that. You’re like a director who doesn’t get final cut of the film.”“I’m not even a director. Think of me as just another studio executive who gives notes for suggested revisions of the script.”“The kind of notes that always make screenwriters so pissy and turn them into drunks. They’ll bore your butt off talking about that, like a ten-year-old kid could care, like anyone could care.”“The not.”“I guess I can try.”“I guess you better. What’ve you done with the photo I gave you?”“The pretty lady with the nice smile? She’s folded in my back pocket.”“It won’t be any good to you there.”“What do you expect me to do with it?”“Think. Use your brain, Aelfric. Even in your family, that’s possible. Think.difference,” said the maybe-angel, “is that my notes are always well intended—and based on a vision of the future that may be too true.”Fric thought about all this for a moment as he pulled the chair out from the kneehole of the desk. Sitting down, he said, “Wow. Being a guardian angel must be frustrating.”[310] “You can’t begin to It’s called free will. You’ve got it. Everyone here has it. And in the end, I can’t act for you. That’s what you’re here to do ... to make choices, right or wrong, to be wise or not, to be courageous or

Lord Frederick Leighton Return of Persephone painting

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Turning, Fric saw movement in the passageway by which he had entered this last grotto. Not just the throb of fake gas flames.A large, strange, spiral silhouette wheeled across the racks and vaulted brick ceiling, layering itself over the familiar flicker of small pennants of light and small flags of shadow. It was approaching the grotto.Quite unlike his father in a big-screen before his face and peered up between his spread fingers as the spirit arrived above him. For a moment, weightless and slowly revolving, the apparition reminded him of the Milky Way galaxy, with its gossamer spiral arms—and then he recognized it for what it was.Lazily drifting on the cool draft, a fake web, fabricated by Mr. Knute, had come unanchoredpinch, Fric seized up with fear and could neither attack nor flee.Eerily shapeless, shifting, gently tumbling, the shadow billowed closer, closer, and then the fearsome source appeared at the mouth of the passageway: a spirit, a ghost, an apparition, ragged and milky, semitransparent and vaguely luminous, drifting slowly toward him by supernatural locomotion.Fric frantically stepped backward, stumbled, fell hard enough to remind himself that his butt was as scrawny as his biceps.Out of the passageway and into the grotto came the apparition, gliding like a stingray in ocean depths. Lambent light and pulsing shadow played upon the phantom form, lending it a greater mystery, an aura of veiled or bearded evil.Fric raised his hands protectively

Thomas Gainsborough The Watering Place painting

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man came in here and bought a bouquet of Broadway roses.”The dazzling golden-red blooms on Hannah’s grave had been wrapped in a cone of hadn’t seen the sun in months.”Comatose for twelve weeks, Dunny had developed a hospital pallor subsequently seasoned by at least an hour of morgue time.“He had the most magnetic gray eyes,” Rowena said, “with flecks of green. Beautiful.”She had given a perfect description of Dunny’s eyes.“He said that he wanted the roses for a special woman.”At her funeral, Dunny had seen the Broadway roses.Rowena smiled. “He said an old friend would be around before long, asking what stiff cellophane. Instead of Scotch tape or staples, a series of six peel-and-press stickers had been applied to seal cellophane to cellophane and thus ensure that the cone kept its shape. Each fancy foil sticker bore the name and address of Forever Roses.“We had just two dozen,” Rowena said, “and he took them all.”“You remember him then?”“Oh, yes. He was ... quite memorable.”“Would you describe him for me?”“Tall, athletic but a bit on the thin side, wearing an exquisite gray suit.”[149] Duncan Whistler owned uncounted fine suits, all custom-tailored at great cost.“He was a handsome man,” Rowena continued, “but terribly pale, as though he

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Expedition.“I know you weren’t that close to Mr. Whistler,” said Nurse Jordan, “but it’s still something of a shock, I’m sure. Sorry you had to learn this way—the empty bed.”“Was the body taken down to the Ethan asked.[47] Nurse Jordan regarded him with new respect. “I didn’t realize you were a police officer, Mr. Trumanwas cop lingo for morgue. All those corpses waiting to be planted.“Robbery/Homicide,” he replied, not bothering to explain that he had left the force, or why.“My husband’s worn out enough uniforms to retire in March. I’m workin’ overtime so I don’t go crazy.”Ethan understood. Cops often went through long law-worrying much about the dust-to-dust-ashes-to-ashes only to tighten with tension so much in the last months before retirement that they needed to eat Metamucil by the pound to stop retaining. The worry could be even worse for spouses.“The doctor signed a certification of death,” Nurse Jordan said, “and Mr. Whistler went down to cold holding pending mortuary pickup. Oh ... actually, it won’t be a mortuary, will it?”“It’s a murder now,” Ethan said. “The medical examiner’s office will want him for an autopsy.”“Then they’ll have been called. We’ve got a foolproof system.” Checking her watch, she said, “But they probably haven’t had time to take custody of the body yet, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Ethan rode the elevator all the way down to the dead. The was in the third and lowest level of the basement, adjacent to the ambulance garage.

Marc Chagall Artist at Easel painting

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They can often be overlooked in favour of their handsome counterparts.
But brainboxes should stop despairing because research shows they are more virile than other men.
Scientists have shown that bright men have better sperm.
They produce more of it and it is of higher quality, suggesting they are better-equipped to start a family than their intellectually inferior friends and colleagues.
Researchers from the made the link after comparing archived data on 425 Vietnam War veterans.
This dated back to 1985, when the men had given sperm samples as part of an extensive medical and undergone intelligence testing.
Comparing the two clearly showed that the brainiest men had the best quality sperm.
Total sperm count was higher, as well as sperm concentration and ability to swim, the journal Intelligence reports.
What is more, the finding could not be as smoking, drinking and obesity, said researcher Rosalind Arden.

Jean Francois Millet The Gleaners painting

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through Rohan, and the mouths of the Great River are watched by the Enemy. Even if we could come to the shores of the Sea, we should find no longer any shelter there. It is said that there are still havens of. the High Elves, but they are far north and west, beyond the land of the Halflings. But where that may be, though
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golden bloom of elanor, and a light was in his eyes. He was wrapped in some fair memory: and as Frodo looked at him he knew that he beheld things as they once had been in this same place. For the grim years were removed from the face of Aragorn, and he seemed clothed in white, a young lord tall and fair; and he spoke words in the Elvish tongue to one whom Frodo could not see. Arwen vanimelda, namárië! he said, and then he drew a breath, and returning out of his thought he looked at Frodo and smiled.`Here is the heart of Elvendom on earth,' he said, `and here my heart dwells ever, unless there be a light beyond the dark roads that we still must tread, you and I. Come with me! ' And taking Frodo's hand in his, he left the hill of Cerin Amroth and came there never again as living man.

Gustave Courbet The Origin of the World painting

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expected to have all the night to sleep in, and they did not mean to go on again until the evening of the next day. Only Aragorn was silent and restless. After a while he left the Company and wandered on to the ridge; there he stood in the shadow of a tree, looking out southwards and westwards, with his head posed as if he was listening. Then he returned to thehobbits, not to mention the rest of us, where people are so seldom seen or heard?'`I hope that is it,' answered Aragorn. `But I have a sense of watchfulness, and of fear, that I have never had here before.'"Then we must be more careful,' said Gandalf. 'If you bring a Ranger with
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brink of the dell and looked down at the others laughing and talking.`What is the matter, Strider?' Merry called up. 'What are you looking for? Do you miss the East Wind?''No indeed,' he answered. `But I miss something. I have been in the country of Hollin in many seasons. No folk dwell here now, but many other creatures live here at all times, especially birds. Yet now all things but you are silent. I can feel it. There is no sound for miles about us, and your voices seem to make the ground echo. I do not understand it.'Gandalf looked up with sudden interest. `But what do you guess is the reason?' he asked. `Is there more in it than surprise at seeing four

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quickly decided to leave Weathertop as soon as possible. 'I think now,' said Strider, 'that the enemy has been watching this place for some days. If Gandalf ever came here, then he must have been forced to ride away, and he will not return. In any case we are in great peril here after dark, since the attack of last night, and we can hardly meet greater danger wherever we go.'As soon as the daylight was full, they had some hurried food and while fire would be some protection for them all. It was also his plan to shorten their journey by cutting across another great loop of the Road: east beyond Weathertop it changed its course and took a wide bend northwards.packed. It was impossible for Frodo to walk, so they divided the greater part of their baggage among the four of them, and put Frodo on the pony. In the last few days the poor beast had improved wonderfully; it already seemed fatter and stronger, and had begun to show an affection for its new masters, especially for Sam. Bill Ferny's treatment must have been very hard for the journey in the wild to seem so much better than its former started off in a southerly direction. This would mean crossing the Road, but. it was the quickest way to more wooded country. And they needed fuel; for Strider said that Frodo must be kept warm, especially at night,

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Quickly they gathered dry grass and leaves, and bits of bark; and made a pile of broken twigs and chopped sticks. These they heaped against the trunk on the far side of the tree from the prisoners. As soon as Sam had struck a spark into the tinder, it kindled the dry grass and a flurry of flame and smoke went up. The twigs valley and set up ripples of anger that ran out over the whole Forest. Sam kicked at the little fire and stamped out the sparks. But Frodo, without any clear idea of why he did so, or what he hoped for, ran along the path crying help! help! help! It seemed to him that he could hardly hear the sound of his own shrill voice: it was blown away from him by the willow-wind and drowned in a clamour of leaves, as soon as the words left his mouth. He felt desperate: lost and witless.crackled. Little fingers of fire licked against the dry scored rind of the ancient tree and scorched it. A tremor ran through the whole willow. The leaves seemed to hiss above their heads with a sound of pain and anger. A loud scream came from Merry, and from far inside the tree they heard Pippin give a muffled yell.‘Put it out! Put it out!’ cried Merry. ‘He’ll squeeze me in two, if you don’t. He says so!’‘Who? What?’ shouted Frodo, rushing round to the other side of the tree.‘Put it out! Put it out!’ begged Merry. The branches of the willow began to sway violently. There was a sound as of a wind rising and spreading outwards to the branches of all the other trees round about, as though they had dropped a stone into the quiet slumber of the river-

Van Gogh Holiday at Montmartre

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What’s beautiful about it?’ said Pippin, peering over the edge of his blanket with one eye. ‘Sam! Gel breakfast ready for half-past nine! Have you got the bath-water hot?’Sam jumped up, looking rather bleary. ‘No, sir, I haven’t, sir!’ he said.Frodo stripped the blankets from Pippin and rolled him over, and then There was a stream at the foot of the hill. They filled their bottles and the small camping kettle at a little fall where the water fell a few feet over an outcrop of grey stone. It was icy cold; and they spluttered and puffed as they bathed their faces and hands.When their breakfast was over, and their packs all trussed up again, it was after ten o’clock, and the day was beginning to turn fine and hot. They went down the slope, and across walked off to the edge of the wood. Away eastward the sun was rising red out of the mists that lay thick on the world. Touched with gold and red the autumn trees seemed to be sailing rootless in a shadowy sea. A little below him to the left the road ran down steeply into a hollow and disappeared.When he returned Sam and Pippin had got a good fire going. ‘Water!’ shouted Pippin. ‘Where’s the water?’‘I don’t keep water in my pockets,’ said Frodo. ‘We thought you had gone to find some,’ said Pippin, busy setting out the food, and cups. ‘You had better go now.’‘You can come too,’ said Frodo, ‘and bring all the water-bottles.’