Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Thomas Gainsborough The Blue Boy

Thomas Gainsborough The Blue BoyHenri Matisse The DanceGustav Klimt Mother and Child detail from The Three Ages of Woman
slantwise at the great rigid envelope of the craft, making a noise that almost drowned the clatter and howl of the straining engines, and obscuring the view of the ground.
"Not here," the pilot shouted over the noise. "We'll go around the spur."
Father to make the craft secure. The President settled back, tapping his fingers on the arm of his seat, gnawing his lip, but saying nothing and letting the pilot work unflustered.
From his hiding place in the transverse bulkheads at the rear of the cabin, Lord MacPhail watched fiercely as the pilot moved the throttle forward and adjusted the trim of the engines. The zeppelin rose with a lurch and moved over the rim of the mountain. Those legs of light suddenly lengthened and seemed to feel their way down the ridge, their lower ends lost in the whirl of sleet and rain."You can't get closer to the station than this?" said the President, leaning forward to let his voice carry to the pilot."Not if you want to land," the pilot said."Yes, we want to land. Very well, put us down below the ridge."The pilot gave orders for the crew to prepare to moor. Since the equipment they were going to unload was heavy as well as delicate, it was important

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