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March 23, 2013 • Featured, Foreign, Reviews • 2203 •

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, Lifestyle • 2072

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, Foreign • 2131

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, Video • 2089

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 • Featured • 2824

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, Urban • 12848

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 Go • 1856

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...

  • The Tin Woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and lowered his axe

    by • November 4, 2012 • On The Go, Photo, Video • Comments Off on The Tin Woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and lowered his axe • 991

    “What can I do for you?” she inquired softly, for she was moved by the sad voice in which the man spoke.

    “Get an oil-can and oil my joints,” he answered. “They are rusted so badly that I cannot move them at all; if I am well oiled I shall soon be all right again. You will find an oil-can on a shelf in my cottage.”

    Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oil-can, and then she returned and asked anxiously, “Where are your joints?” Continue Reading

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  • I was overjoyed to see the high trees that denoted the object of my search

    by • November 4, 2012 • Nature, Photo • Comments Off on I was overjoyed to see the high trees that denoted the object of my search • 1151

    Image Credit. When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.

    For two days I waited there for Kantos Kan, but as he did not come I started off on foot in a northwesterly direction toward a point where he had told me lay the nearest waterway. My only food consisted of vegetable milk from the plants which gave so bounteously of this priceless fluid. Continue Reading

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    November 3, 2012 • Lifestyle, Photo • 1328

    But what thinks Lazarus? Can he warm his blue hands by holding them up to the grand northern lights? Would not Lazarus rather be in Sumatra than here? Would he not far rather lay him down lengthwise along the line of the equator; yea, ye gods! go down to the fiery pit itself, in...

  • Audio Post – By midnight the blazing trees along the slopes of Richmond Park

    by • November 3, 2012 • Formats, Sport • Comments Off on Audio Post – By midnight the blazing trees along the slopes of Richmond Park • 1456

    The man who escaped at the former place tells a wonderful story of the strangeness of its coiling flow, and how he looked down from the church spire and saw the houses of the village rising like ghosts out of its inky nothingness. For a day and a half he remained there, weary, starving and sun-scorched, the earth under the blue sky and against the prospect of the distant hills a velvet-black expanse, with red roofs, green trees, and, later, black-veiled shrubs and gates, barns, outhouses, and walls, rising here and there into the sunlight.

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  • I wonder what the creatures intend doing with us, Perry…

    by • November 2, 2012 • Formats, Photo, Urban • Comments (2) • 1788

    I wondered why these agile creatures required connecting bridges between the trees, but later when I saw the motley aggregation of half-savage beasts which they kept within their village I realized the necessity for the pathways. There were a number of the same vicious wolf-dogs which we had left worrying the dyryth, and many goatlike animals whose distended udders explained the reasons for their presence. Continue Reading

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

    by • November 2, 2012 • Design, Nature • Comments Off on Now, in that Japanese sea, the days in summer are as freshets of effulgences. • 1495

    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 Go • Comments Off on Other poets have warbled the praises of the soft eye of the antelope • 1599

    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, Urban • Comments Off on Gallery Post – With lightbox preview • 1242

    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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