Showing posts with label Gustav Klimt Kiss painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gustav Klimt Kiss painting. Show all posts

Friday, January 4, 2008

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting
Head of Christ
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
believe I managed to make it four; what with losing myself among the trees, and sinking up to the neck in snow: a predicament which only those who have experienced it can appreciate. At any rate, whatever were my wanderings, the clock chimed twelve as I entered the house; and that gave exactly an hour for every mile of the usual way from Wuthering Heights.
oil painting
My human fixture and her satellites rushed to welcome me; exclaiming, tumultuously, they had completely given me up; everybody conjectured that I perished last night; and they were wondering how they must set about the search for my remains. I bid them be quiet, now that they saw me returned, and, benumbed to my very heart, I dragged upstairs; whence, after putting on dry clothes, and pacing to and fro thirty or forty minutes, to restore the animal heat, I am adjourned to my study, feeble as a kitten: almost too much so to enjoy the cheerful fire and smoking coffee which the servant has prepared for my refreshment.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting
Head of Christ
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
In the midst of his gaiety, however, one thought troubled the worthy servant. What would Mr. Fogg do with the elephant when he got to Allahabad? Would he carry him on with him? Impossible! The cost of transporting him would make him ruinously expensive. Would he sell him, or set him free? The estimable beast certainly deserved some consideration. Should Mr. Fogg choose to make him, Passepartout, a present of Kiouni, he would be very much embarrassed; and these thoughts did not cease worrying him for a long time. ¡¡¡¡The principal chain of the Vindhias was crossed by eight in the evening,
oil paintingand another halt was made on the northern slope, in a ruined bungalow. They had gone nearly twenty-five miles that day, and an equal distance still separated them from the station of Allahabad. ¡¡¡¡The night was cold. The Parsee lit a fire in the bungalow with a few dry branches, and the warmth was very grateful, provisions purchased at Kholby sufficed for supper, and the travellers ate ravenously. The conversation, beginning with a few disconnected phrases, soon gave place to loud and steady snores. The guide watched Kiouni, who slept standing, bolstering himself against the trunk of a large tree. Nothing occurred during the night to disturb the slumberers, although occasional growls front panthers and chatterings of monkeys broke the silence; the more formidable beasts made no cries or

Monday, November 12, 2007

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting
Head of Christ
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
So, Mr. Lorry! Men of business may speak to Mr. Darnay now?" ¡¡¡¡Nobody had made any acknowledgment of Mr. Carton's part in the day's proceedings; nobody had known of it. He was unrobed, and was none the better for it in appearance. ¡¡¡¡"If you knew what a conflict goes on in the business mind, when the business mind is divided between good-natured impulse and business appearances, you would be amused, Mr. Darnay." ¡¡¡¡Mr. Lorry reddened, and said, warmly, "You have mentioned that before, sir. We men of business, who serve a House, are not our own masters. We have to think of the House more than ourselves." ¡¡¡¡"I know, I know," rejoined Mr. Carton, carelessly. "Don't be nettled, Mr. Lorry. You are as good as another, I have no doubt: better, I dare say." ¡¡¡¡"And indeed, sir," pursued Mr. Lorry, not minding him, "I really don't know what you have to do with the matter. If you'll excuse me, as very much your elder, for saying so, I really don't know that it is your business." ¡¡¡¡"Business! Bless you, I have no business," said Mr. Carton. ¡¡¡¡"It is a pity you have not, sir." ¡¡¡¡"I think so, too." ¡¡¡¡"If you had," pursued Mr. Lorry, "perhaps you would attend to it."

Monday, November 5, 2007

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting
Head of Christ
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
"My failure is reflected on me by every one of those young fellows," said Jude. "A lesson on presumption is awaiting me to-day!-- Humiliation Day for me! ... If you, my dear darling, hadn't come to my rescue, I should have gone to the dogs with despair!" ¡¡¡¡ She saw from his face that he was getting into one of his tempestuous, self-harrowing moods. "It would have been better if we had gone at once about our own affairs, dear," she answered. "I am sure this sight will awaken old sorrows in you, and do no good!" ¡¡¡¡ "Well--we are near; we will see it now," said he. ¡¡¡¡ They turned in on the left by the church with the Italian porch, whose helical columns were heavily draped with creepers, and pursued the lane till there arose on Jude's sight the circular theatre with that well-known lantern above it, which stood in his mind as the sad symbol of his abandoned hopes, for it was from that outlook that he had finally surveyed the City of Colleges on the afternoon of his great meditation, which convinced him at last of the futility of his attempt to be a son of the university.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting

Gustav Klimt Kiss painting
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
klimt painting the kiss
¡¡¡¡ She talked incessantly, as if she dreaded his indulgence in reflection, and before the meal was over both he and she wished they had not put such confidence in their new view of things, and had taken breakfast apart. What oppressed Jude was the thought that, having done a wrong thing of this sort himself, he was aiding and abetting the woman he loved in doing a like wrong thing, instead of imploring and warning her against it. It was on his tongue to say, "You have quite made up your mind?" ¡¡¡¡ After breakfast they went out on an errand together moved by a mutual thought that it was the last opportunity they would have of indulging in unceremonious companionship. By the irony of fate, and the curious trick in Sue's nature of tempting Providence at critical times, she took his arm as they walked through the muddy street-- a thing she had never done before in her life--and on turning the corner they found themselves close to a grey perpendicular church with a low-pitched roof--the church of St. Thomas. ¡¡¡¡ "That's the church," said Jude. ¡¡¡¡ "Where I am going to be married?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes." ¡¡¡¡ "Indeed!" she exclaimed with curiosity. "How I should like to go in and see what the spot is like where I am so soon to kneel and do it." ¡¡¡¡ Again he said to himself, "She does not realize what marriage means!"