Tuesday 4 November 2008

Vincent van Gogh Still Life with imperial crowns in a bronze vase painting

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human beings suffocate in air? In those days Allie, eighteen--nineteen, had envied Elena her certainties. What was her element? In what periodic table of the spirit could it be found? -- Now, flat-footed, Himalayan veteran, she mourned its loss. When you have earned the high horizon it isn't easy to go back into your box, into a narrow island, an eternity of anticlimax. But her feet were traitors and the mountain would kill. damage, feeling inadequate, as usual in Elena's company. Her sister's face, the eyes too wide apart, the chin too sharp, the effect overwhelming, stared mockingly back. "No shortage of brain cells," Elena said. "You can spare a few." The spare capacity
Mythological Elena, the cover girl, wrapped in couture plastics, had been sure of her immortality. Allie, visiting her in her World's End crashpad, refused a proffered sugar-lump, mumbled something about brain

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