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risks of Alzheimer's disease and other cognitive loss, according to researchers who reviewed 44 studies.
In more than half of the studies, published since the 1990s, moderate drinkers of wine, beer and liquor had lower dementia risks than nondrinkers. In only a few studies were there increased risks.
"Alcohol is a two-edged sword," said Michael Collins, Ph.D., a professor and neuroscientist at Loyola line now. The article summarizes a roundtable, organized by Collins, held at the Research Society on Alcoholism meetings in Chicago in 2007University Chicago Stritch School of . "Too much is bad. But a little might actually be helpful."
Moderate alcohol consumption generally is defined as 1 drink or less per day for women and 1-2 drinks or less per day for men.
The article will be published in the February 2009 issue of the journal
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Remington Apache Fire Signal
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different conformations. New computational biology work performed by teams in the US and Germany has given support to the latter model. The researchers discovered that a oft-studied protein will "dance" between many different configurations before finding the one that enables it to interact with its target molecule. * Splitting Water: With which can later be burned or used in a fuel cell setup. The problem is efficiently spitting water; platinum is a good catalyst for this reaction, but its scarcity and price are turn offs for large scale work. This year saw the development of a new catalyst, comprised of phosphorous and cobalt, that can efficiently hydrolyze water on industrial scales. * Movie: Most of us have have probably seen a video of the first cells of an embryo dividing, starting from a sperm+egg, then dividing to the summer's historic rise in oil prices, interest in renewable energy sources was front and center view in the mind of many people. Even as technology for solar and wind power advances and prices for the power they generate falls, storing that energy remains a challenge. One suggestion is to hydrolyze water into hydrogen and oxygen,
different conformations. New computational biology work performed by teams in the US and Germany has given support to the latter model. The researchers discovered that a oft-studied protein will "dance" between many different configurations before finding the one that enables it to interact with its target molecule. * Splitting Water: With which can later be burned or used in a fuel cell setup. The problem is efficiently spitting water; platinum is a good catalyst for this reaction, but its scarcity and price are turn offs for large scale work. This year saw the development of a new catalyst, comprised of phosphorous and cobalt, that can efficiently hydrolyze water on industrial scales. * Movie: Most of us have have probably seen a video of the first cells of an embryo dividing, starting from a sperm+egg, then dividing to the summer's historic rise in oil prices, interest in renewable energy sources was front and center view in the mind of many people. Even as technology for solar and wind power advances and prices for the power they generate falls, storing that energy remains a challenge. One suggestion is to hydrolyze water into hydrogen and oxygen,
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Dawson The Baltimore Flyer
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didn’t hear , either. Clear but shallow, a faint whistle in his throat.With scary face-twitching spasms of glee that would have caused Fric’s bladder to empty in a rush if he had not such a short time ago relieved himself on the potted palm, Moloch said, “I wanted you alert to experience all the terror of being snatched out of your posh digs, knowing that your big-shot daddy can’t swoop down in cape and tights or on a flying motorcycle like you once thought hepool, to the north hall and then westward toward the rotunda.Such a sight: thirty or forty luminous-white birds flowing along [578] the corridor, a feathered river in this canyon of sumptuous decor, as might a party of freed spirits soar toward Valhalla.Into the entry rotunda they flew, and circled there as if caught in the whirlpool currents of a forming cyclone, until Ethan caught up with them, whereupon the many birds swarmed closer could. Not all the muscled movie stars in the world, certainly not all the supermodels, not even all the beefed-up bodyguards in Bel Air can save your pampered ass.”Fric knew then that he was going to die. No chance to sneak off to Goose Crotch, Montana. No hope of someday at last some peace. As the shepherd to the sheep, as the hound to the showed Ethan the way, bird by bird, out of the conservatory, into the east hall, past the indoor
didn’t hear , either. Clear but shallow, a faint whistle in his throat.With scary face-twitching spasms of glee that would have caused Fric’s bladder to empty in a rush if he had not such a short time ago relieved himself on the potted palm, Moloch said, “I wanted you alert to experience all the terror of being snatched out of your posh digs, knowing that your big-shot daddy can’t swoop down in cape and tights or on a flying motorcycle like you once thought hepool, to the north hall and then westward toward the rotunda.Such a sight: thirty or forty luminous-white birds flowing along [578] the corridor, a feathered river in this canyon of sumptuous decor, as might a party of freed spirits soar toward Valhalla.Into the entry rotunda they flew, and circled there as if caught in the whirlpool currents of a forming cyclone, until Ethan caught up with them, whereupon the many birds swarmed closer could. Not all the muscled movie stars in the world, certainly not all the supermodels, not even all the beefed-up bodyguards in Bel Air can save your pampered ass.”Fric knew then that he was going to die. No chance to sneak off to Goose Crotch, Montana. No hope of someday at last some peace. As the shepherd to the sheep, as the hound to the showed Ethan the way, bird by bird, out of the conservatory, into the east hall, past the indoor
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Rothko No 10 Brown Black Sienna on Dark Wine 1963
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appeared to be huge. Held at his chin and aimed upward, the beam of a flashlight enhanced this effect.“Ooga-ooga,” said Mr. Roma, Ming, in a talkative mood and in full guru mode, mightbecause without the use of his upper lip, he couldn’t pronounce the b in booga.When Fric went to the window, Mr. Roma allowed his face to pop back into shape. The guard said, “How you doin’, Fric?”“I’m fine now,” Fric replied, raising his voice to be heard through the glass. “For a second there, I thought you were Ming.”“Ming’s in Florida with your dad.”“He came back early,” Fric said. “He’s out there walking in the rain somewhere.”Mr. Roma’s smile froze.“He wanted me to walk with him,” Fric said, “so he could teach me all about how rain washes the planet’s spirit or something.”[491] The frozen smile cracked, crumbled. Mr. Roma lowered the light from his face and turned his back to Fric, sweeping the night with the beam.“You’ll probably run into him,” Fric said.Realizing that the flashlight pinpointed his position, Mr. Roma switched it off. “See you, Fric,” he said, and dashed away into the foggy gloom.Although Fric was a lousy liar and had not sounded convincing even to himself, Mr. Roma didn’t dare call his bluff if there was a one in a thousand chance that be in the vicinity.
appeared to be huge. Held at his chin and aimed upward, the beam of a flashlight enhanced this effect.“Ooga-ooga,” said Mr. Roma, Ming, in a talkative mood and in full guru mode, mightbecause without the use of his upper lip, he couldn’t pronounce the b in booga.When Fric went to the window, Mr. Roma allowed his face to pop back into shape. The guard said, “How you doin’, Fric?”“I’m fine now,” Fric replied, raising his voice to be heard through the glass. “For a second there, I thought you were Ming.”“Ming’s in Florida with your dad.”“He came back early,” Fric said. “He’s out there walking in the rain somewhere.”Mr. Roma’s smile froze.“He wanted me to walk with him,” Fric said, “so he could teach me all about how rain washes the planet’s spirit or something.”[491] The frozen smile cracked, crumbled. Mr. Roma lowered the light from his face and turned his back to Fric, sweeping the night with the beam.“You’ll probably run into him,” Fric said.Realizing that the flashlight pinpointed his position, Mr. Roma switched it off. “See you, Fric,” he said, and dashed away into the foggy gloom.Although Fric was a lousy liar and had not sounded convincing even to himself, Mr. Roma didn’t dare call his bluff if there was a one in a thousand chance that be in the vicinity.
Friday, December 19, 2008
John William Waterhouse Lamia painting
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Crows on an iron fence, an eagle on a rock, a fierce-eyed heron as prehistoric as a pterodactyl: All peered into this living room from other times, other places.Paranoid and unashamed of it, Ethan sensed that when he looked away from the thunder and lightning, yet still foreboding, dark and dire.The light proved too dim to facilitate their work. Hazard got up and switched on the small black-and-white ceramic chandelier over the table.Eleven bundles of checks had been bound with rubber bands, one for each month of the current year from January through November. The canceled checks from the current month would not be forwarded by the bank until mid-January.When they finished, they would have to return everything to the shoebox and replace the large photographs, the birds therein turned their heads [392] to watch him, all aware that he ought to be dead and that the man who had collected their images should be alive to admire them.“Here,” Hazard said, withdrawing a shoebox from one of the desk drawers. “Bank statements, canceled checks.”They sat at the stainless-steel and black-Formica dinette table to review Reynerd’s financial records.Beside the table: a window. Beyond the window: the tumultuous day, entirely in shades of gray, wind-whipped, awash, now without the
Crows on an iron fence, an eagle on a rock, a fierce-eyed heron as prehistoric as a pterodactyl: All peered into this living room from other times, other places.Paranoid and unashamed of it, Ethan sensed that when he looked away from the thunder and lightning, yet still foreboding, dark and dire.The light proved too dim to facilitate their work. Hazard got up and switched on the small black-and-white ceramic chandelier over the table.Eleven bundles of checks had been bound with rubber bands, one for each month of the current year from January through November. The canceled checks from the current month would not be forwarded by the bank until mid-January.When they finished, they would have to return everything to the shoebox and replace the large photographs, the birds therein turned their heads [392] to watch him, all aware that he ought to be dead and that the man who had collected their images should be alive to admire them.“Here,” Hazard said, withdrawing a shoebox from one of the desk drawers. “Bank statements, canceled checks.”They sat at the stainless-steel and black-Formica dinette table to review Reynerd’s financial records.Beside the table: a window. Beyond the window: the tumultuous day, entirely in shades of gray, wind-whipped, awash, now without the
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Vincent van Gogh Olive grove painting
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And after what happened yesterday, I’d wager that you know his file better than anyone.”“Backward and forward,” O’Brien confirmed.Taking the paper cup to the waste can, Ethan said, “Is there anything in the file that you’d consider unusual?”“I can’t find a single misstep in diagnosis, treatment, or in the death-certification protocols.”“out of the coma for a period, but he didn’t. Some attributed the problem to a machine malfunction. It wasn’t.”“Malfunction? What machine?”“The EEG.”“The machine that records his brain waves.”O’Brien chewed his lip.“Doctor?”The physician met Ethan’s eyes. He sighed. He pushed his chair away from the table and got up. “It’ll be better if you actually see it yourself.”That’s not what I mean.” He tossed the crumpled cup in the can and paced, looking at the floor. “I’m sincere when I tell you that I’m [350] convinced you and the hospital are utterly blameless. When I say ‘unusual,’ what I really mean is ... strange, uncanny.”“Uncanny?”“Yeah. I don’t know how to put a finer point on it.”Dr. O’Brien remained silent so long that Ethan stopped pacing and looked up from the floor.The physician chewed on his lower lip, staring at the piles of documents.“There was something,” Ethan guessed. He returned to the table, sat in the orange torture device. “Something uncanny, all right.”“It’s here in the file. I didn’t bring it up. It’s meaningless.”“What?”“It could be misconstrued as evidence that he came
And after what happened yesterday, I’d wager that you know his file better than anyone.”“Backward and forward,” O’Brien confirmed.Taking the paper cup to the waste can, Ethan said, “Is there anything in the file that you’d consider unusual?”“I can’t find a single misstep in diagnosis, treatment, or in the death-certification protocols.”“out of the coma for a period, but he didn’t. Some attributed the problem to a machine malfunction. It wasn’t.”“Malfunction? What machine?”“The EEG.”“The machine that records his brain waves.”O’Brien chewed his lip.“Doctor?”The physician met Ethan’s eyes. He sighed. He pushed his chair away from the table and got up. “It’ll be better if you actually see it yourself.”That’s not what I mean.” He tossed the crumpled cup in the can and paced, looking at the floor. “I’m sincere when I tell you that I’m [350] convinced you and the hospital are utterly blameless. When I say ‘unusual,’ what I really mean is ... strange, uncanny.”“Uncanny?”“Yeah. I don’t know how to put a finer point on it.”Dr. O’Brien remained silent so long that Ethan stopped pacing and looked up from the floor.The physician chewed on his lower lip, staring at the piles of documents.“There was something,” Ethan guessed. He returned to the table, sat in the orange torture device. “Something uncanny, all right.”“It’s here in the file. I didn’t bring it up. It’s meaningless.”“What?”“It could be misconstrued as evidence that he came
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Leonardo da Vinci The Virgin and Child With St Anne painting
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chance remained that he could avoid an immediate need for a dry cleaner.Approaching the driver’s door, he realized that he had not taken a close look at the SUV itself from the shelter of the final awning, and suddenly he was convinced that this into the Expedition, shattering the side window with his face.He wasn’t aware of ricocheting off the SUV, collapsing to the pavement, but then he was down on the wet blacktop, tumbling, with the smell of exhaust fumes, with the taste of blood.He heard brakes shriek, but not the Cruiser. Air brakes. Loud and shrill.Something loomed, huge, a truck, loomed and immediately arrived, tremendous weight on his legs, hideous pressure, bones snapping like dry sticks.time, when he got behind the wheel, he would discover Dunny Whistler, dead or alive, waiting for him in the passenger’s seat.The real threat lay elsewhere.Entering from the cross street at too high a speed, a Chrysler PT Cruiser fishtailed in the intersection. The driver tried to resist the slide instead of steering into it, the wheels locked, and the Cruiser spun out.In the spin, the left front bumper rapped Ethan hard. Clipped, flipped, he slammed
chance remained that he could avoid an immediate need for a dry cleaner.Approaching the driver’s door, he realized that he had not taken a close look at the SUV itself from the shelter of the final awning, and suddenly he was convinced that this into the Expedition, shattering the side window with his face.He wasn’t aware of ricocheting off the SUV, collapsing to the pavement, but then he was down on the wet blacktop, tumbling, with the smell of exhaust fumes, with the taste of blood.He heard brakes shriek, but not the Cruiser. Air brakes. Loud and shrill.Something loomed, huge, a truck, loomed and immediately arrived, tremendous weight on his legs, hideous pressure, bones snapping like dry sticks.time, when he got behind the wheel, he would discover Dunny Whistler, dead or alive, waiting for him in the passenger’s seat.The real threat lay elsewhere.Entering from the cross street at too high a speed, a Chrysler PT Cruiser fishtailed in the intersection. The driver tried to resist the slide instead of steering into it, the wheels locked, and the Cruiser spun out.In the spin, the left front bumper rapped Ethan hard. Clipped, flipped, he slammed
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Vincent van Gogh The Red Vineyard painting
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been truly happy for the last time inothers assumed young actress named Vera Jean Rospo.Vera Jean Rospo had actually existed back in the 1930s, though her real name had been Hilda May Glorkal.The producer, agent, or whoever had renamed her Rospo must have secretly despised poor Hilda. Rospo was Italian for “toad.”Only Fric seemed to know that Palazzo Rospo was as close as you could get, in Italian, to naming a house Toad Hall.Fric had done some research. He liked knowing things.Evidently, the film mogul who built the estate more than sixty years ago had possessed a sense and had read The Wind in [114] the Willows. In that book, a character named Toad lived in a grand house named Toad Hall.These days, no one in read books.In Fric’s experience, no one in the had a sense of anymore, either.He climbed the stairs so fast that he was breathing hard by the time that he reached the north hallway on the third floor. This wasn’t good. He should have stopped. He should have rested.Instead, he hurried along the north hall to the east hall, where his private rooms were located. The antiques that he passed on the top floor were spectacular, although not of the museum
been truly happy for the last time inothers assumed young actress named Vera Jean Rospo.Vera Jean Rospo had actually existed back in the 1930s, though her real name had been Hilda May Glorkal.The producer, agent, or whoever had renamed her Rospo must have secretly despised poor Hilda. Rospo was Italian for “toad.”Only Fric seemed to know that Palazzo Rospo was as close as you could get, in Italian, to naming a house Toad Hall.Fric had done some research. He liked knowing things.Evidently, the film mogul who built the estate more than sixty years ago had possessed a sense and had read The Wind in [114] the Willows. In that book, a character named Toad lived in a grand house named Toad Hall.These days, no one in read books.In Fric’s experience, no one in the had a sense of anymore, either.He climbed the stairs so fast that he was breathing hard by the time that he reached the north hallway on the third floor. This wasn’t good. He should have stopped. He should have rested.Instead, he hurried along the north hall to the east hall, where his private rooms were located. The antiques that he passed on the top floor were spectacular, although not of the museum
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
John Singer Sargent In the Luxembourg Garden painting
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gate, onto the driveway.The box containing the apple had been cushioned by bubble wrap and then sealed in a white plastic bag to protect it further from foul weather. A red gift bow, stapled to the bag, ensured that the contents would not be mistaken for garbage.Dave Ladman, one of two guards on the graveyard shift, retrieved the delivery at 3:56 A.M. Handling the bag with care, he had carried it to the security office in the groundskeeper’s building at the back of the estate.Dave and his shift partner, Tom Mack, x-rayed the package with a fluoroscope. They were looking for wires and other metal components of an explosive device or a spring-loaded killing machine.These days, some bombs could be constructed with no metal parts. Consequently, following fluoroscopy, Dave and Tom employed a trace-scent analyzer capable of recognizing thirty-two explosive [4] compounds from as few as three signature molecules per cubic centimeter of air.When the package proved clean, the guards unwrapped it, Upon discovering the black gift box, they had left a message on Ethan’s voice mail and had set the delivery aside for his attention.At 8:35 this morning, one of the two guards on the early shift, Benny Nguyen, had brought the box to Ethan’s apartment in the main house. Benny also arrived with a videocassette
gate, onto the driveway.The box containing the apple had been cushioned by bubble wrap and then sealed in a white plastic bag to protect it further from foul weather. A red gift bow, stapled to the bag, ensured that the contents would not be mistaken for garbage.Dave Ladman, one of two guards on the graveyard shift, retrieved the delivery at 3:56 A.M. Handling the bag with care, he had carried it to the security office in the groundskeeper’s building at the back of the estate.Dave and his shift partner, Tom Mack, x-rayed the package with a fluoroscope. They were looking for wires and other metal components of an explosive device or a spring-loaded killing machine.These days, some bombs could be constructed with no metal parts. Consequently, following fluoroscopy, Dave and Tom employed a trace-scent analyzer capable of recognizing thirty-two explosive [4] compounds from as few as three signature molecules per cubic centimeter of air.When the package proved clean, the guards unwrapped it, Upon discovering the black gift box, they had left a message on Ethan’s voice mail and had set the delivery aside for his attention.At 8:35 this morning, one of the two guards on the early shift, Benny Nguyen, had brought the box to Ethan’s apartment in the main house. Benny also arrived with a videocassette
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Sandro Botticelli The Story of Nastagio degli Onesti painting
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rustle of the wind.The others remained long by the river-side. For some time they had been silent, moving restlessly about; but now they were sitting in a circle, and they were talking. Every now and again they made efforts to speak of other things, of their long road and many adventures; they questioned Aragorn concerning the realm of Gondor and its ancient history, and the remnants of its great works that could still be seen in this strange border-land of the Emyn men cannot hope to do what even Elrond said was beyond his power: either to keep the Burden secret. or to hold off the full might of the Enemy when he comes to take it. Which way would any of us choose in Frodo's place? I do not know. Now indeed we miss Gandalf most.''Grievous is our loss,' said Legolas. 'Yet we must needs make up our minds without his aid. Why cannot we decide, and so help Frodo? Let us call him back and then vote! I should vote for Minas Tirith.'`And so should I,' said Gimli. 'We, of course, were only sent to help the Bearer along Muil: the stone kings and the seats of Lhaw and Hen, and the great Stair beside the falls of Rauros. But always their thoughts and words strayed back to Frodo and the Ring. What would Frodo choose to do? Why was he hesitating?`He is debating which course is the most desperate, I think,' said Aragorn. 'And well he may. It is now more hopeless than ever for the Company to go east, since we have been tracked by Gollum, and must fear that the secret of our journey is already betrayed. But Minas Tirith is no nearer to the Fire and the destruction of the Burden.`We may remain there for a while and make a brave stand; but the Lord Denethor and all his
rustle of the wind.The others remained long by the river-side. For some time they had been silent, moving restlessly about; but now they were sitting in a circle, and they were talking. Every now and again they made efforts to speak of other things, of their long road and many adventures; they questioned Aragorn concerning the realm of Gondor and its ancient history, and the remnants of its great works that could still be seen in this strange border-land of the Emyn men cannot hope to do what even Elrond said was beyond his power: either to keep the Burden secret. or to hold off the full might of the Enemy when he comes to take it. Which way would any of us choose in Frodo's place? I do not know. Now indeed we miss Gandalf most.''Grievous is our loss,' said Legolas. 'Yet we must needs make up our minds without his aid. Why cannot we decide, and so help Frodo? Let us call him back and then vote! I should vote for Minas Tirith.'`And so should I,' said Gimli. 'We, of course, were only sent to help the Bearer along Muil: the stone kings and the seats of Lhaw and Hen, and the great Stair beside the falls of Rauros. But always their thoughts and words strayed back to Frodo and the Ring. What would Frodo choose to do? Why was he hesitating?`He is debating which course is the most desperate, I think,' said Aragorn. 'And well he may. It is now more hopeless than ever for the Company to go east, since we have been tracked by Gollum, and must fear that the secret of our journey is already betrayed. But Minas Tirith is no nearer to the Fire and the destruction of the Burden.`We may remain there for a while and make a brave stand; but the Lord Denethor and all his
Friday, December 5, 2008
Edgar Degas Four Dancers painting
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alarm. Doom, doom it rolled again, as if huge hands were turning the very caverns of Moria into a vast drum. Then there came an echoing ' he cried in a loud voice.There was a rush of hoarse laughter, like the fall of sliding stones into a pit; amid the clamour
Frida Kahlo The Two Fridas paintingFrida Kahlo Girl with Death Mask painting
blast: a great horn was blown in the hall, and answering horns and harsh cries were heard further off. There was a hurrying sound of many feet.`They are coming! ' cried Legolas.'We cannot get out,' said Gimli.`Trapped! ' cried Gandalf. `Why did I delay? Here we are, caught, just as they were before. But I was not here then. We will see what ----'Doom, doom came the drum-beat and the walls shook.'Slam the doors and wedge them! ' shouted Aragorn. 'And keep your packs on as long as you can: we may get a chance to cut our way out yet.'`No! ' said Gandalf. 'We must not get shut in. Keep the east door ajar! We will go that way, if we get a chance.'Another harsh horn-call and shrill cries rang out. Feet were coming down the corridor. There was a ring and clatter as the Company drew their swords. Glamdring shone with a pale light, and Sting glinted at the edges. Boromir set his shoulder against the western door.`Wait a moment! Do not close it yet! ' said Gandalf. He sprang forward to Boromir's side and drew himself up to his full height.'Who comes hither to disturb the rest of Balin Lord of Moria?
alarm. Doom, doom it rolled again, as if huge hands were turning the very caverns of Moria into a vast drum. Then there came an echoing ' he cried in a loud voice.There was a rush of hoarse laughter, like the fall of sliding stones into a pit; amid the clamour
Frida Kahlo The Two Fridas paintingFrida Kahlo Girl with Death Mask painting
blast: a great horn was blown in the hall, and answering horns and harsh cries were heard further off. There was a hurrying sound of many feet.`They are coming! ' cried Legolas.'We cannot get out,' said Gimli.`Trapped! ' cried Gandalf. `Why did I delay? Here we are, caught, just as they were before. But I was not here then. We will see what ----'Doom, doom came the drum-beat and the walls shook.'Slam the doors and wedge them! ' shouted Aragorn. 'And keep your packs on as long as you can: we may get a chance to cut our way out yet.'`No! ' said Gandalf. 'We must not get shut in. Keep the east door ajar! We will go that way, if we get a chance.'Another harsh horn-call and shrill cries rang out. Feet were coming down the corridor. There was a ring and clatter as the Company drew their swords. Glamdring shone with a pale light, and Sting glinted at the edges. Boromir set his shoulder against the western door.`Wait a moment! Do not close it yet! ' said Gandalf. He sprang forward to Boromir's side and drew himself up to his full height.'Who comes hither to disturb the rest of Balin Lord of Moria?
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
Vincent van Gogh Red vineyards painting
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'But fear grew in me as I rode. Ever as I came north I heard tidings of the Riders, and though I gained on them day by day, they were ever before me. They had divided their forces, I learned: some remained on the eastern borders, not far from the Greenway. and some invaded the Shire from the south. I came to Hobbiton and Frodo had gone; but I had words with old Gamgee. Many words and few to the point. He had much to say about the shortcomings of the new owners of Bagand least of all changes for the worst." "Changes for the worst," he repeated many times.' "Worst is a bad word," I said to him, "and I hope you do not live to see it." But amidst his talk I gathered at last that Frodo had left Hobbiton less than a week before, and that a black horseman had come to the Hill the same evening. Then I rode on in fear. I came to Buckland and found it in uproar, as busy as a hive of ants that has been stirred with a stick. I came to the house at Crickhollow, and it was broken open and empty; but on the threshold there lay a cloak that had been Frodo's. Then for a while hope
'But fear grew in me as I rode. Ever as I came north I heard tidings of the Riders, and though I gained on them day by day, they were ever before me. They had divided their forces, I learned: some remained on the eastern borders, not far from the Greenway. and some invaded the Shire from the south. I came to Hobbiton and Frodo had gone; but I had words with old Gamgee. Many words and few to the point. He had much to say about the shortcomings of the new owners of Bagand least of all changes for the worst." "Changes for the worst," he repeated many times.' "Worst is a bad word," I said to him, "and I hope you do not live to see it." But amidst his talk I gathered at last that Frodo had left Hobbiton less than a week before, and that a black horseman had come to the Hill the same evening. Then I rode on in fear. I came to Buckland and found it in uproar, as busy as a hive of ants that has been stirred with a stick. I came to the house at Crickhollow, and it was broken open and empty; but on the threshold there lay a cloak that had been Frodo's. Then for a while hope
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sargent Sand Beach Schooner Head Maine
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thoughts. 'Just this: you must take me along with you, until I wish to leave you.''Oh, indeed!' replied Frodo, surprised, but not much relieved. 'Even if I wanted another companion, I should not agree to any such thing, until I knew a good deal more !' exclaimed Strider, crossing his legs and sitting back comfortably. 'You seem to be coming to your senses again, and that is all to the good. You have been much too careless so far. Very well! I will tell you what I know, and leave the reward to you. You may be glad to grant it, when you have heard Baggins must not be mentioned. I am Mr. Underhill, if any name must be given. That interested me so much that I followed them here. I slipped over the gate just behind them. Maybe Mr. Baggins has an honest reason for leaving his name behind; but if so, I should advise him and his friends to be more careful.'me.''Go on then!' said Frodo. 'What do you know?''Too much; too many dark things,' said Strider grimly. 'But as got up and went to the door, opened it quickly and looked out. Then he shut it quietly and sat down again. 'I have quick ears,' he went on, lowering his voice, 'and though I cannot disappear, I have hunted many wild and wary things and I can usually avoid being seen, if I wish. Now, I was behind the hedge this evening on the Road west of Bree, when four hobbits came out of the Downlands. I need not repeat all that they said to old Bombadil or to one another, but one thing interested me. Please remember, said one of them, that the name
thoughts. 'Just this: you must take me along with you, until I wish to leave you.''Oh, indeed!' replied Frodo, surprised, but not much relieved. 'Even if I wanted another companion, I should not agree to any such thing, until I knew a good deal more !' exclaimed Strider, crossing his legs and sitting back comfortably. 'You seem to be coming to your senses again, and that is all to the good. You have been much too careless so far. Very well! I will tell you what I know, and leave the reward to you. You may be glad to grant it, when you have heard Baggins must not be mentioned. I am Mr. Underhill, if any name must be given. That interested me so much that I followed them here. I slipped over the gate just behind them. Maybe Mr. Baggins has an honest reason for leaving his name behind; but if so, I should advise him and his friends to be more careful.'me.''Go on then!' said Frodo. 'What do you know?''Too much; too many dark things,' said Strider grimly. 'But as got up and went to the door, opened it quickly and looked out. Then he shut it quietly and sat down again. 'I have quick ears,' he went on, lowering his voice, 'and though I cannot disappear, I have hunted many wild and wary things and I can usually avoid being seen, if I wish. Now, I was behind the hedge this evening on the Road west of Bree, when four hobbits came out of the Downlands. I need not repeat all that they said to old Bombadil or to one another, but one thing interested me. Please remember, said one of them, that the name
Monday, December 1, 2008
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face, for his hood fell down so low; and I felt a sort of shiver down my back. But I did not see why he should come riding over my land so bold.‘ “Be off!” I said. “There are no Bagginses here. You’re in the wrong part of the Shire. You had better go back west to Hobbiton - but you can go by road this time.”‘ “Baggins has left,” he answered in a whisper. “He is coming. He is not far away. I wish to find him. If he passes will you tell me? I will come back with gold.”‘ “No you won’t,” I said. “You’ll go back where you belong, like a bolt of thunder. What do you think of that?’Frodo sat for a moment looking at the fire, but his only thought was how on earth would they reach the Ferry. ‘I don’t know what to think,’ he said at last.‘Then I’ll tell you what to think,’ said Maggot. ‘You should never have gone mixing yourself double quick. I give you one minute before I call all my dogs.”‘He gave a sort of hiss. It might have been laughing, and it might not. Then he spurred his great horse right at me, and I jumped out of the way only just in time. I called the dogs, but he swung off, and rode through the gate and up the lane towards the causeway
face, for his hood fell down so low; and I felt a sort of shiver down my back. But I did not see why he should come riding over my land so bold.‘ “Be off!” I said. “There are no Bagginses here. You’re in the wrong part of the Shire. You had better go back west to Hobbiton - but you can go by road this time.”‘ “Baggins has left,” he answered in a whisper. “He is coming. He is not far away. I wish to find him. If he passes will you tell me? I will come back with gold.”‘ “No you won’t,” I said. “You’ll go back where you belong, like a bolt of thunder. What do you think of that?’Frodo sat for a moment looking at the fire, but his only thought was how on earth would they reach the Ferry. ‘I don’t know what to think,’ he said at last.‘Then I’ll tell you what to think,’ said Maggot. ‘You should never have gone mixing yourself double quick. I give you one minute before I call all my dogs.”‘He gave a sort of hiss. It might have been laughing, and it might not. Then he spurred his great horse right at me, and I jumped out of the way only just in time. I called the dogs, but he swung off, and rode through the gate and up the lane towards the causeway
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