Jack Vettriano The Great Poet

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the protrusion into our dimension of vast hyperintelligent pan- dimensional the cheese and the squeaking is just a front." The old man paused, and with a sympathetic frown continued. "They've been experimenting on you I'm afraid." Arthur thought about this for a second, and then his face cleared. "Ah no," he said, "I see the source of the down a maze the wrong way, eating the wrong bit of cheese, unexpectedly dropping dead of myxomatosis, - if it's finely calculated the cumulative effect is enormous." He paused for effect. "You see, Earthman, they really are particularly clever hyperintelligent pan-dimensional beings. Your planet and people have formed the a ten- million-year misunderstanding now. No, look you see, what happened was that we used to do experiments on them. They were often used in behavioural research, Pavlov and all that sort of stuff. So what happened was hat the mice would be set all sorts of tests, learning to ring bells, run around mazes and things so that the whole nature of the learning process could be examined. From our observations of their behaviour we were able to learn all sorts of things about our own ..." Arthur's voice tailed off. "Such subtlety ..." said Slartibartfast, "one has to admire it." "What?" said Arthur. "How better to disguise their real natures, and how better to guide your thinking. Suddenly running

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said Zaphod with a guilty start, "that party." This wasn't fair on Ford at all. He looked backwards and forwards between Arthur and Zaphod. "What?" he said to Zaphod. "You don't mean to say you've been on that miserable planet as well do you?" "No, of course not," said Zaphod breezily. "Well, I may have just dropped in briefly, you know, on my way somewhere ..." "But I was stuck there for fifteen years!" "Well I didn't know that did I?" "But what were you doing intelligent, at last I'd got her to myself for a bit and was plying her with a bit of talk when this friend of yours barges up and says Hey doll, is this guy boring you? Why don't you talk to me instead? I'm from a different planet." I never saw her again." "Zaphod?" exclaimed Ford. "Yes," said Arthur, glaring at him and trying not to feel foolish. "He only had the two arms and the one head and he called himself Phil, but ..." "But you must admit he did turn out to be from another planet," said Trillian there?" "Looking about, you know." "He gatecrashed a party," persisted Arthur, trembling with anger, "a fancy dress party ..." "It would have to be, wouldn't it?" said Ford. "At this party," persisted Arthur, "was a girl ... oh well, look it doesn't matter now. The whole place has gone up in smoke anyway ..." "I wish you'd stop sulking about that bloody planet," said Ford. "Who was the lady?" "Oh just somebody. Well alright, I wasn't doing very well with her. I'd been trying all evening. Hell, she was something though. Beautiful, charming, devastatingly

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concise
Seth Godin wrote at the end of the book that he learned from his readers the need to be concise. I think that’s a good idea. Why would you need 1500 words if you can get an idea across in only 400 words? The attention span of most people is short these days so being concise helps you get your message through and reach more people.President-elect Obama already has a long to-do list. But here’s another item for it: to restore in government.
The most notable characteristic of the Bush has been the repeated distortion and suppression of scientific evidence in order to fit ideological preferences about how the world should be, rather than how it is.
In his disturbing book some incidents are small in and of themselves, the cumulative effect is horrifying. Shulman also catalogs a long list of established government scientists who, during the course of the Bush administration, resigned their posts in despair

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condition that you come and take over from him." "What are you talking about?" said Arthur, but Ford nudged him with his shoe to be quiet. "You want me," said Mr Prosser, spelling out this new thought to himself, "to come and lie there ..." "Yes." "In front of the bulldozer?" "Yes." "Instead of Mr Dent." "Yes." "In the mud." "In, as you say it, the mud." As soon as Mr Prosser realized that he was substantially the loser after all, it was as if a weight lifted itself off his whether they were enjoying it. The mud folded itself round his bottom and his arms and oozed into his shoes. Ford looked at him severely. "And no sneaky knocking down Mr Dent's house whilst he's away, alright?" he said. "The mere thought," growled Mr Prosser, "hadn't even begun to speculate," he continued, settling himself back, "about the merest possibility of crossing my mind." He saw the bulldozer driver's union representative approaching and let his head sink back and closed his eyes. He was trying to marshal his arguments for proving that he did not shoulders: this was more like the world as he knew it. He sighed. "In return for which you will take Mr Dent with you down to the pub?" "That's it," said Ford. "That's it exactly." Mr Prosser took a few nervous steps forward and stopped. "Promise?" "Promise," said Ford. He turned to Arthur. "Come on," he said to him, "get up and let the man lie down." Arthur stood up, feeling as if he was in a dream. Ford beckoned to Prosser who sadly, awkwardly, sat down in the mud. He felt that his whole dream and he sometimes wondered whose it was and

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sturdy limbs of a pair of old coral trees and by a taut nose line to the truck, the blimp appeared to be straining like a hooked fish, reeled here to the shallows of the air, but desperate to soar again into the depths of the sky.Gray and whalelike, perhaps thirty feet in length and ten or twelve feet in diameter, the airship was a minnow compared to the case of several dangerous varieties, Jack Trotter was also a hot-air balloon enthusiast. He found inner peace only in the air, traveling with the wind. As long as he remained aloft, the agents of evil could not seize him and cast him down into a dank cell with no light other than the red glow of rats’ eyes.He owned a traditional rig—the colorfully striped envelope, Goodyear blimp. Yet to Corky it looked huge.The leviathan loomed impressively, underlit by two Coleman lanterns that provided work light. Tinsel-silver rain streamed from its round flanks. The craft was more striking than its dimensions would suggest, perhaps because here in Bel Air in the first decade of the new millennium, a blimp was both out of place and out of time.In addition to being a survivalist, a conspiracy-theory fanatic, and a nut he

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four-hour link between Paladin and the estate, for alarm transmissions.”“Yeah. If the line goes dead, Paladin treats the interruption in service the same as an alarm signal. But they won’t know a thing.”“It’s an armed-response company,” Corky . What That’s part of the package you’re buying from me. I checked out [441] the information you got from Ned Hokenberry, and Manheim still uses the same cell-service provider as before Hokenberry was fired.”Corky said, “Two cellular units are used by the on-duty guards. A third goes everywhere with worried. “Their guards aren’t Barney Fifes with pepper spray. They respond fast, with guns.”“Part of the package I’ve worked up for you is a breach of the immediately before the Manheim phones go down. It pulls the plug on their whole system.”“They’ll have redundancy.”“I know their redundancy like I know my own crotch,” Mick said with impatience. “I’m pulling the plug on the redundancy, too.”“Impressive.”“You won’t have to worry about the off-site security company. But what about the private guards on the estate, Manheim’s own boys?”“Two on the evening shift,” Corky said. “I know their routine. I’ve got that covered

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ringing. Or maybe he had been carried off into a land beyond a mirror. Or maybe he had just forgotten to modify the system to receive Fric’s private calls.The caller would not give up. After twenty-one repetitions of the stupid child-pleasing tones, Fric decided that if he didn’t pick up the phone, he would have to listen to it ringing all night.The slightyou in the library.”“I’m in the kitchen.”“By now you ought to realize that you can’t lie to me.”“My deep and secret hiding place is going to be one of the bigger ovens. I’ll crawl inside and pull the door shut behind me.”“You better baste yourself in butter, because Moloch will just turn on the gas.”“Moloch has already been here,” Fric said.“That wasn’t Moloch. That was me.”Receiving this revelation, Fric almost slammed down the phone.Mysterious Caller said, “I paid you a visit because I wanted you to understand tremor in his voice dismayed him, but he persevered:[305] “Vinnie’s Soda Parlor and nine-pound ice-cream sundae, where you splurge and then purge.”“Hello, Aelfric,” said Mysterious Caller.“I can’t make up my mind whether you’re a pervert or a friend like you say. I’m leaning toward pervert.”“You’re leaning wrong. Look around you for the truth, Aelfric.”“Look around me at what?”“At what’s there with

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Although Dunny’s chair faces most of the room, about a third of the long bar is to his back. He turns to look where Typhon points.Past intervening tables where breachers of contracts socialize like friends, Ethan Truman sits on a stool at the bar, turns his back to him. “You chose this place knowing he was here?”The only response from Typhon is a winning smile with a sly twist) which seems to say that he knows he’s been naughty but simply couldn’t resist.“You chose this place because he was here.”Typhon says, “Did you know that Saint Duncan, for whom you were named, is the patron saint of guardians and protectors of many kinds, and that he will help you be steadfast and resourceful in your work if you petition him?”Smiling thinly, Dunny says, “Is that so? Ironic, huh?”Patting Dunny on the arm, Typhon reassures him: “From everything I’ve seenin profile to Dunny, staring into a glass that might contain high-quality Scotch.“He’ll see me,” Dunny worries.“Most likely not. He’s too distracted. In a sense, he doesn’t see anyone right now. He might as well be here alone.”“But if he does—”“If he does,” Typhon says reassuringly, “then you’ll manage the situation one way or another. I’m here for guidance if you need it.”Dunny stares at Ethan for a moment, then

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Nevertheless, by pretending that Nemo remained a suspect, Hazard had an excuse to approach Reynerd and scope him out for Ethan.He didn’t need an excuse for the purpose of satisfying Reynerd. Using just badge and bluster, Hazard could spin a hundred stories convincing enough to persuade the party boy to open the door and answer questions.Should Reynerd directly or indirectly disclose his obsession with Channing Manheim, however, or in the worth of surface area to the rain, he would have needed a bumbershoot the size of a beach umbrella to shelter himself completely.Approaching the apartment house, he proceeded briskly but did not run through the downpour. The building didn’t set far back from the street.Besides, Hazard seldom accommodated himself to the world, for the world usually moved out of his way. He hardly noticed the rain.unlikely event that Reynerd revealed an intent to harm the movie star, Hazard would have to [139] refer the situation outside the Homicide Division for investigation. Then he would need a credible intradepartmental explanation as to why he had been interviewing Reynerd in the first place, when information regarding Manheim had fallen into his lap.By pretending that Reynerd’s snow-blowing buddy, Nemo, remained a suspect in the Carter Cook murder, Hazard could cover his ass.After licking powdered sugar and mamoul crumbs from his fingers, he got out of the car.He didn’t bother with an umbrella. Considering that he presented nearly two linebackers’

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Ethan asked how he was doing, and the attendant said he was alive so he must be doing all right, and Ethan said, “Little over an hour ago, you received a Duncan Whistler from the seventh floor.”“Got him on ice,” Toledano confirmed. “Can’t release him to a mortuary. Coroner gets him first ’cause it’s a homicide.”Only one chair was provided for visitors. Transactions involving perishable cadavers were generally rather do it here than later at the city morgue.”Putting aside his paperback, Toledano said, “This guy I grew up with, last year he gets himself thrown out of a car at like ninety miles an hour. It’s hard losing a good friend young.”conducted expeditiously, with no need of waiting-room comfort and dog-eared old magazines.“I’m not with a mortuary,” said Ethan. “I was a friend of the deceased. I wasn’t here when he died.”“Sorry, but I can’t let you see the body right now.”Sitting in the visitors’ chair, Ethan said, “Yeah, I know.”To prevent defense attorneys from challenging autopsy results in court, an official chain of custody for the cadaver had to be maintained, ensuring that no outsider could tamper with it.“There’s no family left to ID him, and I’m the executor of the estate,” Ethan explained. “So if they’re going to want me to confirm identity, I’d

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is not difficult either. You will need plenty of protein and calcium, which are both found in milk. You will also need your daily dosage of vitamins and minerals. Plenty of green vegetables will also help trigger your growth.
Now you could try to take this information and some of the other free information on how to grow taller fast and put together your own routine, but you may not do it correctly and the results may take longer or might not come at all. Why not, instead, use a step-by-step plan that has been proven to increase height within a few short weeks?trees marched away westward along the curving shores of the lake. A little spring fell tumbling down and fed the grass.'Here we will rest tonight,' said Aragorn. `This is the lawn of Parth Galen: a fair place in the summer days of old. Let us hope that

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opened their huge limbs under shadowy clouds of leaves. Beside it a broad white ladder stood, and at its foot three Elves were seated. They sprang up as the travellers approached, and Frodo saw that they were tall and clad in grey mail, and from their shoulders hung long white cloaks.'Here dwell Celeborn and Galadriel,' said Haldir. `It is their wish that you should ascend and speak with them.'One of the Elf-wardens then blew a clear note on a small horn, and it was answered three times from far above. `I will go first,' said Haldir. 'Let Frodo come next and with him Legolas. The others may follow as they wish. It is a long climb for those that are not accustomed
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boughs of trees, and it fell into a basin of silver, from which a white stream spilled. Upon the south side of the lawn there stood the mightiest of all the trees; its great smooth bole gleamed like grey silk, and up it towered, until its first branches, far above, to such stairs, but you may rest upon the way.'As he climbed slowly up Frodo passed many flets: some on one side, some on another, and some set about the bole of the tree, so that the ladder passed through them. At a great height above the ground he came to a wide talan, like the deck of a great ship. On it was built a house, so large that almost it would have served for a hall of Men upon the earth. He entered behind Haldir, and found that he was in a chamber of oval shape, in the midst of which grew the trunk of the great mallorn, now tapering

Rene Magritte The Blank Check painting

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the path that the Company was taking. At the left of this high range rose three peaks; the tallest and nearest stood up like a tooth tipped with snow; its great, bare, northern precipice was still largely in the shadow, but where the sunlight slanted upon it, it glowed red.Gandalf see further ahead in the clear light. Beyond those peaks the range bends round south-west. There are many maps in Elrond's house, but I suppose you never thought to look at them?'`Yes I did, sometimes,' said Pippin, `but I don't remember them. Frodo
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stood at Frodo's side and looked out under his hand. `We have done well,' he said. `We have reached the borders of the country that Men call Hollin; many Elves lived here in happier days, when Eregion was its name. Five-and-forty leagues as the crow flies we have come, though many long miles further our feet have walked. The land and the weather will be milder now, but perhaps all the more dangerous.'`Dangerous or not, a real sunrise is mighty welcome,' said Frodo, throwing back his hood and letting the morning light fall on his face.'But the mountains are ahead of us,' said Pippin. `We must have turned eastwards in the night.''No,' said Gandalf. 'But you

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'That is Loudwater, the Bruinen of Rivendell,' answered Strider. 'The Road runs along the edge of the hills for many miles from the Bridge to the Ford of Bruinen. But I have not yet thought how we shall cross that water. One river at a time! We shall be fortunate indeed if we do not find the Last Bridge held against us.'Next day, early in the morning, they came down again to the borders of the Road. Sam and Strider went forward, but Last Bridge ahead, at the bottom of a short steep slope. They dreaded to see black figures waiting there, but they saw none. Strider made them take cover in a thicket at the side of the Road, while he went forward to explore.Before long he came hurrying back. 'I can see no sign of the enemy,' he said, 'and I wonder very much what that means. But I have found something very strange.'He held out his hand, and showed a single pale-green jewel. 'I found it in the mud in they found no sign of any travellers or riders. Here under the shadow of the hills there had been some rain. Strider judged that it had fallen two days before, and had washed away all footprints. No horseman had passed since then, as far as he could see.They hurried along with all the speed they could make, and after a mile or two they saw the

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fluttering as of a song half whispered, seemed to stir in the boughs above. He lifted his heavy eyes and saw leaning over him a huge willow-tree, old and hoary. Enormous it looked, its sprawling branches going up like reaching arms with many long-fingered hands, its knotted and twisted trunk gaping in wide fissures that again. He felt a compelling desire for cool water. ‘Wait for me, Sam,’ he stammered. ‘Must bathe feet a minute.’Half in a dream he wandered forward to the riverward side of the tree, where great winding roots grew out into the stream, like gnarled dragonets straining down to drink. He straddled one of these, and paddled his hot feel in the cool brown water; and there he too suddenly fell asleep with his back against the tree.creaked faintly as the boughs moved. The leaves fluttering against the bright sky dazzled him, and he toppled over, lying where he fell upon the grass.Merry and Pippin dragged themselves forward and lay down with their backs to the willow-trunk. Behind them the great cracks gaped wide to receive them as the tree swayed and creaked. They looked up at the grey and yellow leaves, moving softly against the light, and singing. They shut their eyes, and then it seemed that they could almost hear words, cool words, saying something about water and sleep. They gave themselves up to the spell and fell fast asleep at the foot of the great grey willow.Frodo lay for a while fighting with the sleep that was overpowering him; then with an effort he struggled to his feel

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Sam stopped a moment as if listening. They were now on level ground, and the road after much winding lay straight ahead through grass-land sprinkled with tall trees, outliers of the approaching woods.‘I can hear a pony or a horse coming along the road behind,’ said Sam.They looked back, but the turn of the road curiosity or some other feeling was struggling with his desire to hide. The sound of hoofs drew nearer. Just in time he threw himself down in a patch of long grass behind a tree that overshadowed the road. Then he lifted his head and peered cautiously above one of the great roots.Round the corner came a black horse, no hobbit-pony but a full-sized horse; and on it sat a large manprevented them from seeing far. ‘I wonder if that is Gandalf coming after us,’ said Frodo; but even as he said it, he had a feeling that it was not so, and a sudden desire to hide from the view of the rider came over him.‘It may not matter much,’ he said apologetically, ‘but I would rather not be seen on the road - by anyone. I am sick of my doings being noticed and discussed. And if it is Gandalf,’ he added as an afterthought, ‘we can give him a little surprise, to pay him out for being so late. Let’s get out of sight!’The other two ran quickly to the left and down into a little hollow not far from the road. There they lay flat. Frodo hesitated for a second: