Thursday, July 3, 2008

Gustav Klimt Water Castle painting

Gustav Klimt Water Castle painting
Salvador Dali The Rose painting
people and myself."
Mr. Harrison nodded.
"That's the idea exactly. That's what college ought to be for, instead of for turning out a lot of B.A.'s, so chock full of book-learning and vanity that there ain't room for anything else. You're all right. College won't be able to do you much harm, I reckon."
Diana and Anne drove over to Echo Lodge after tea, taking with them all the flowery spoil that several predatory expeditions in their own and their neighbors' gardens had yielded. They found the stone house agog with excitement. Charlotta the Fourth was flying around with such vim and briskness that her blue bows seemed really to possess the power of being everywhere at once. Like the helmet of Navarre, Charlotta's blue bows waved ever in the thickest of the fray.
"Praise be to goodness you've come," she said devoutly, "for there's heaps of things to do. . .and the frosting on that cake won't harden. . .and there's all the silver to be rubbed up yet

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