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March 23, 2013 • Featured, Foreign, Reviews1007 •

There among the hills she met a warrior, whose duty...

We camped that night at the foot of the hills we had been approaching for two days and which marked the southern boundary of this particular sea. Our animals had been two days without drink, nor had they had...

March 22, 2013 • Featured, Lifestyle995

Gallery Post – Down the hill I saw a bevy...

Awesome photos by Daniel Zedda. I and my wife stood amazed. Then I realised that the crest of Maybury Hill must be within range of the Martians’ Heat-Ray now that the college was cleared out of the way....

March 21, 2013 • Featured, Foreign1017

So once more the little company set off upon the...

So once more the little company set off upon the journey, the Lion walking with stately strides at Dorothy’s side. Toto did not approve this new comrade at first, for he could not forget how nearly he...

March 21, 2013 • Featured, Video1028

Phileas Fogg was in the act of finishing the thirty-third...

The Mongolia had still sixteen hundred and fifty miles to traverse before reaching Bombay, and was obliged to remain four hours at Steamer Point to coal up. But this delay, as it was foreseen, did not affect...

March 20, 2013 • Featured1662

Bugatti saleswoman sells 11 Veyrons worth more than £13m in...

‘Come, my head’s free at last!’ said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see,...

March 18, 2013 • Featured, Urban10002

The Mayor’s Office today announced the board, which is made...

Once more I took up my flight, nor were the Sagoths apparently overanxious to press their pursuit so closely as before. Unmolested I reached the top of the canyon where I found a sheer drop of two or three...

February 16, 2013 • Design, Featured, On The Go836

Nor would difference of country make any very essential difference

Were this world an endless plain, and by sailing eastward we could for ever reach new distances, and discover sights more sweet and strange than any Cyclades or Islands of King Solomon, then there were promise...

  • Now, in that Japanese sea, the days in summer are as freshets of effulgences.

    by • November 2, 2012 • Design, NatureComments Off on Now, in that Japanese sea, the days in summer are as freshets of effulgences.1019

    Both were silent again, as one man. The grey dawn came on, and the slumbering crew arose from the boat’s bottom, and ere noon the dead whale was brought to the ship. The season for the Line at length drew near; and every day when Ahab, coming from his cabin, cast his eyes aloft, the vigilant helmsman would ostentatiously handle his spokes, and the eager mariners quickly run to the braces, and would stand there with all their eyes centrally fixed on the nailed doubloon; impatient for the order to point the ship’s prow for the equator. In good time the order came. It was hard upon high noon; and Ahab, seated in the bows of his high-hoisted boat, was about taking his wonted daily observation of the sun to determine his latitude. Continue Reading

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  • Other poets have warbled the praises of the soft eye of the antelope

    by • November 1, 2012 • Featured, On The GoComments Off on Other poets have warbled the praises of the soft eye of the antelope716

    Still, we can hypothesize, even if we cannot prove and establish. My hypothesis is this: that the spout is nothing but mist. And besides other reasons, to this conclusion I am impelled, by considerations touching the great inherent dignity and sublimity of the Sperm Whale; I account him no common, shallow being, inasmuch as it is an undisputed fact that he is never found on soundings, or near shores; all other whales sometimes are. Continue Reading

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  • Gallery Post – With lightbox preview

    by • March 21, 2012 • Formats, UrbanComments Off on Gallery Post – With lightbox preview712

    The Lion thought it might be as well to frighten the Wizard, so he gave a large, loud roar, which was so fierce and dreadful that Toto jumped away from him in alarm and tipped over the screen that stood in a corner. As it fell with a crash they looked that way, and the next moment all of them were filled with wonder. For they saw, standing in just the spot the screen had hidden, a little old man, with a bald head and a wrinkled face, who seemed to be as much surprised as they were. The Tin Woodman, raising his axe, rushed toward the little man and cried out, “Who are you?” Continue Reading

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