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	<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:29:18 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Roland Barthes - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</title>
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Roland Barthes <br />
(12 November 1915</font><font size="3"><font face="bookman old style"><br />
- 25 March 1980)  was a French literary theorist, philosopher, critic, and semiotician. Barthes&#039;s work extended over many fields and he influenced the development of schools of theory including structuralism, semiotics, existentialism, social theory, Marxism and post-structuralism.<br />
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Quotes<br />
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"Other countries drink to get drunk, and this is accepted by everyone; in France, drunkenness is a consequence, never an intention. A drink is felt as the spinning out of a pleasure, not as the necessary cause of an effect which is sought: wine is not only a philter, it is also the leisurely act of drinking."<br />
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To hide a passion totally (or even to hide, more simply, its excess) is inconceivable: not because the human subject is too weak, but because passion is in essence made to be seen: the hiding must be seen: I want you to know that I am hiding something from you, that is the active paradox I must resolve: at one and the same time it must be known and not known: I want you to know that I don&#039;t want to show my feelings: that is the message I address to the other.<br />
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"Inexpressible Love:<br />
To know that one does not write for the other, to know that these things I am going to write will never cause me to be loved by the one I love, to know that writing compensates for nothing.."<br />
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	<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 19:13:03 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Barthes Series</title>
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	<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 05:38:34 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Love</title>
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Love<br />
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Love is wisdom worth knowing.<br />
Love is always worth showing.<br />
Love is a seed worth sowing,<br />
A gift most worth bestowing,<br />
Love heals and leaves us glowing.<br />
Like a stream, love keeps flowing.<br />
It inspires our souls&#039; growing.<br />
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Love lifts to a higher height.<br />
Love is such a splendid sight.<br />
It can not live beside fright.<br />
Love comforts us through the night.<br />
Love has the strength to ignite<br />
our innermost shining light.<br />
It breathes life into -what is right-<br />
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<br />Love&#039;s great aim is to convert.<br />
When &#039; Love&#039;, our thoughts divert<br />
from our resentment and hurt.<br />
When we love, we&#039;re never curt<br />
Unkind words, we&#039;d never blurt<br />
Our sweetest selves, we assert.<br />
Our senses grow more alert.<br />
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When we love, it&#039;s not perchance,<br />
We create a great romance.<br />
When   Love , it&#039;s like a trance<br />
that entwines two souls in dance,<br />
changes a walk to a prance,<br />
connects lovers with a glance,<br />
Seize this state at every chance.<br />
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Love will lead us on our way<br />
Light our path like a sun ray<br />
Let it be what we display<br />
Let it fill our work and play<br />
Let love be the way we pray<br />
The highest law we obey<br />
Crown it ruler of each day.<br />
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	<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 05:04:38 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>National Galleries of Scotland - Collection - Scottish Artists A-Z</title>
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Portrait of a Lady in Black<br />
F.C.B. Cadell<br />
The Cadell Estate, courtesy of the Portland Gallery London<br />
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The sitter in this painting is Bertha Hamilton Don-Wauchope (1864 - 1944), an Edinburgh model who posed regularly for Cadell from about 1911 to 1926. <br />
The distinctive mauve-coloured walls indicate that the portrait was painted in the artist&#039;s studio in Ainslie Place, Edinburgh, where the artist lived from 1920.<br />
 After the First World War, Cadell abandoned his feathery impressionistic manner for this style, using bold colours and scarcely-visible brushstrokes.<br />
Cadell often included the names of colours in the titles of his paintings. This practice had been made popular by Whistler<br />
 and became fashionable during the Edwardian period.<br />
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Lady in black<br />
I beg you to come back.<br />
I have beheld your mourning<br />
and my heart was full of longing.<br />
I do not like to see you sad.<br />
Until today, I never had.<br />
Come back and smile again.<br />
To loose love is not a sin.<br />
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........Val John Jennigs<br />
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	<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 19:15:09 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>The Writers Almanac with Garrison Keillor |         The Heros Luck      by Lawrence Raab     </title>
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		<p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><center style="margin:3px 5px 3px 6px; width:498px; text-align:justify; display:block;"><font size="5"><font face="garamond">Tuesday<br />
Nov., 11<br />
2009</font><font size="3"><font face="book antiqua"><font color="#003300"><br />
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 "It&#039;s the birthday of the novelist who said:<i> "I have been a soreheaded occupant of a file drawer labeled &#039;science fiction&#039;  and I would like out, particularly since so many serious critics regularly mistake the drawer for a urinal." </i><br />
<br /><a rel="nofollow" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kurt_Vonnegut"><img style="border:double 3px gray; float:right; margin-right:0em; margin-left:2em; margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:2em; padding:0000;" border="0" width="170" height="256" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c8/Kurt_Vonnegut_at_CWRU.jpg" /></a>That&#039;s </font><font size="5"><font face="garamond"><font color="#95100d">Kurt Vonnegut, </font><font size="3"><font face="book antiqua"><font color="#003300"> born on this day in Indianapolis (1922).<br />
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In 1952, he published a science fiction novel, <i>Player Piano,</i> and published a few more books, but they didn&#039;t get noticed much. He couldn&#039;t even get a job teaching English at the local community college, and his son remembers that his mom used to go into bookstores and special order her husband&#039;s books so that they at least made it onto the bookstore shelves. <i>Cat&#039;s Cradle</i> (1963) finally got him some good reviews, but still didn&#039;t sell well. He thought maybe he should give up on writing. Then, in 1969, he published Slaughterhouse-Five, and it got rave reviews and went to No. 1 on The New York Times best-seller list, and suddenly, he was a famous novelist.<br />
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He said:<i> "I have long felt that any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae or a banana split.""</i><br />
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The Sirens of Titan (1959).........QUOTES</font></font></font></font></font></font></font></font></center><br />
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A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.<br />
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The worst thing that could possibly happen to anybody would be to not be used for anything by anybody. Thank you for using me, even though I didn&#039;t want to be used by anybody.<br />
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	<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 11:24:49 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Auguste Rodin.  Certificates of authenticity, expertise, appraisals.</title>
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(1840-1917)<br />
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<br /><center><center style="margin:3px 5px 3px 6px; width:498px; text-align:justify; display:block;"><font face="bookman old style"><font size="2">Auguste Rodin was one of the greatest sculptors of the late 19th and 20th centuries. <br />
Born in Paris to a working class family, Rodin exemplified talent in art so innovative, <br />
it was not accepted at the time. He was denied acceptance to the Ecole des Beaux-Arts,<br />
 but was  accepted at a school for decorative sculpture<br />
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Eternal Springtime<br />
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The Thinker<br />
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While Rodin&#039;s talent as a sculptor was undeniable, his private life was just as colorful <br />
and was constantly under scrutiny.<br />
 Despite having a long-standing relationship with a Belgian woman (and also the mother of his only son), Rodin was unfaithful with both his models and his students. In 1883,<br />
 a beautiful and extremely talented 18 year-old student named Camille Claudel came to work in his studio, and the two instantly became an intimate, working couple.<br />
 The two would work together and have a tumultuous affair for the following 15 years, but it would not last. Rodin would not leave the mother of his child for Claudel, <br />
and so their relationship ended and Claudel would live the rest of her life in a mental institution.<br />
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	<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 10:38:29 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Indecent Proposal - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</title>
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Indecent Proposal </font><font size="2"><font face="bookman old style">is a 1993 film drama directed by Adrian Lyne. It stars Robert Redford, Demi Moore, Woody Harrelson, Seymour Cassel and Oliver Platt. It is based on the novel of the same name by Jack Engelhard.<br />
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Memorable quotes for<br />
Indecent Proposal (1993) <br />
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Diana:<b> If you ever want something badly, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it&#039;s yours forever. If it doesn&#039;t, then it was never yours to begin with.</b><br />
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David: [while playing pool]<b> I guess there&#039;s limits to what money can buy.</b><br />
John:<b> Not many.</b><br />
Diana:<b> Well some things aren&#039;t for sale.</b><br />
John:<b> Such as?</b><br />
Diana:<b> Well you can&#039;t buy people.</b><br />
John: <b>That&#039;s naive, Diana. I buy people every day.</b><br />
Diana:<b> In business, maybe, but you can&#039;t buy people not when real emotions are involved.</b><br />
John: <b>So you&#039;re saying you can&#039;t buy love? That&#039;s a bit of a cliche, don&#039;t you think?</b><br />
Diana:<b> It&#039;s absolutely true.</b><br />
John:<b> Is it? What do you think?</b><br />
David:<b> I agree with Diana.</b><br />
John: <b>You do? Well let&#039;s test the clich. Suppose... I were to offer you one million dollars for one night with your wife.</b><br />
David:<b> I&#039;d assume you&#039;re kidding.</b><br />
John:<b> Let&#039;s pretend I&#039;m not. What would you say?</b><br />
Diana:<b> He&#039;d tell you to go to hell.</b><br />
John:<b> I didn&#039;t hear him.</b><br />
David:<b> I&#039;d tell you to go to hell.</b><br />
John:<b> That&#039;s a reflex answer because you view the question as hypothetical. But let&#039;s say that there was real money backing it up. I&#039;m not kidding. A million dollars. The night would come and go but the money could last a lifetime. Think of it. A million dollars. A lifetime of security... for one night. Don&#039;t answer right away. Just consider it; seriously?</b><br />
David:<b> We&#039;re positive, okay?</b><br />
John:<b> Well then you&#039;ve proved your point. There are limits to what money can buy. It&#039;s late, and I hate to admit it, but I have meetings in the morning. May I have one dance? With your permission.</b><br />
David: <b>You know something? I think you better hurry on to that meeting. You don&#039;t want to miss out on your next billion.</b><br />
John:<b> Understood. I wouldn&#039;t part with her either. Good night. </b><br />
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	<pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 05:36:57 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Footprints</title>
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The Hermitage at Pontoise<br />
1868<br />
by Camille Pissarro</font><br />
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FOOTPRINTS<br />
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 "<b>ONE</b> night a man had a dream. He dreamed he was walking along the beach with the Lord. Across the sky flashed scenes from his life. For each scene, he noticed two sets of footprints in the sand; one belonging to him, and the other to the Lord.<br />
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<b>WHEN</b> the last scene of his life flashed before him, he looked back at the footprints in the sand. He noticed that many times along the path of his life there was only one set of footprints. He also noticed that it happened at the very lowest and saddest times in his life.<br />
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<b>THIS</b> really bothered him and he questioned the Lord about it. "Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you, you&#039;d walk with me all the way. But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times in my life, there is only one set of footprints. I don&#039;t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me."<br />
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<b>THE </b>Lord replied, "My precious, precious child, I love you and I would never leave you. During your times of trial and suffering, when you see only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.""<br />
  Ellen White<br />
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	<pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 20:38:26 -0800</pubDate>
	<title>Ninon de lEnclos - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</title>
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Anne "Ninon" de l&#039;Enclos <br />
 (10 November 1620 </font><font size="2"><font face="bookman old style"><font color="#003366">- 17 October 1705) was a French author, courtesan and patron of the arts. From her beginnings as an orphaned simple prostitute, then a paid mistress, she redefined herself as she acquired financial independence, adding philosophical weight to her life as an independent, thinking libertine.At the time of her death, in 1705, Saint-Simon primly summed up her career: "A shining example of the triumph of vice, when directed with intelligence and redeemed by a little virtue."<br />
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Ninon De Lenclos, On Her Last Birthday - Dorothy Parker<br />
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Death and Taxes1931So let me have the rouge again,And comb my hair the curly way.<br />
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The poor young men, the dear young menThey&#039;ll all be here by noon today.And I shall wear the blue, I think-They beg to touch its rippled lace;<br />
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Or do they love me best in pink,So sweetly flattering the face?And are you sure my eyes are bright,And is it true my cheek is clear?<br />
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Young what&#039;s-his-name stayed half the night;He vows to cut his throat, poor dear!So bring my scarlet slippers, then,And fetch the powder-puff to me.<br />
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The dear young men, the poor young men-They think I&#039;m only seventy!<br />
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<br />XVI  -  How to Be Victorious in Love<br />
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......The more timidity a lover shows with us, the more it concerns our pride to goad him on; the more respect he has for our resistance, <br />
the more respect we demand of him.  We would willingly say to you men, Ah, in pity  name do not suppose us to be so very virtuous; you are forcing us to have too much of it. <br />
 Do not put so high a price upon your conquest; do not treat our defeat as if it were something difficult.  Accustom our imagination by degrees to seeing you doubt our indifference.<br />
          When we see a lover, although he may be persuaded of our gratitude, <br />
treat us with the consideration demanded by our vanity.  We shall conclude, without being aware of it, that he will always be the same, although sure of our inclination for him. <br />
 From that moment, what confidence will he not inspire?  What flattering progress may he not make?  But if he notifies us to be always on our guard, then it is not our hearts we shall defend; it will not be a battle to preserve our virtue, but our pride, and that is the worst enemy to be conquered in women. <br />
 What more is there to tell you?  We are continually struggling to hide the fact that we have permitted ourselves to be loved.<br />
 Put a woman in a position to say that she has yielded only to a species of violence, or to surprise; persuade her that you do not undervalue her, and I will answer for her heart. <br />
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The Dining Room<br />
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Stardust (1999) - Neil Gaiman<br />
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    * "The little folk dare anything", said his friend. "And they talk a lot of nonsense. But they talks an awful lot of sense, as well. You listen to &#039;em at your peril, and you ignore &#039;em at your peril, too."<br />
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    * When I was very young, somebody -  maybe it was a squirrel, they talk so much, or a magpie, or maybe a fishie  -  told me that Pan owned all this forest. Well, not owned owned. Not like he would sell the forest to someone else, or put a wall all around it ... It&#039;s not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it&#039;s yours, and then be willing to let it go.<br />
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