Blake, the Second Deputy, raised his gloomy hound’s eyes as the door opened and a woman stepped in. Then he dropped them again.
“Hello, Elsie!” he said, without looking at her.
The woman stood a moment staring at him. Then she advanced thoughtfully toward his table desk.
“Hello, Jim!” she answered, as she sank into the empty chair at the desk end. The rustling of silk suddenly ceased. An aphrodisiac odor of ambergris crept through the Deputy-Commissioner’s office.
The woman looped up her veil, festooning it about the undulatory roll of her hat brim. Blake continued his solemnly preoccupied study of the desk top.
“You sent for me,” the woman finally said. It was more a reminder than a question. And the voice, for all its quietness, carried no sense of timidity. The woman’s pale face, where the undulating hat brim left the shadowy eyes still more shadowy, seemed fortified with a calm sense of power. It was something more than a dormant consciousness of beauty, though the knowledge that men would turn back to a face so wistful as hers, and their judgment could be dulled by a smile so narcotizing, had not a little to do with the woman’s achieved serenity. There was nothing outwardly sinister about her. This fact had always left her doubly dangerous as a law-breaker.
Blake himself, for all his dewlap and his two hundred pounds of lethargic beefiness, felt a vague and inward stirring as he finally lifted his head and looked at her. He looked into the shadowy eyes under the level brows. He could see, as he had seen before, that they were exceptional eyes, with iris rings of deep gray about the ever-widening and ever-narrowing pupils which varied with varying thought, as though set too close to the brain that controlled them. So dominating was this pupil that sometimes the whole eye looked violet, and sometimes green, according to the light.
Then his glance strayed to the woman’s mouth, where the upper lip curved outward, from the base of the straight nose, giving her at first glance the appearance of pouting. Yet the heavier underlip, soft and wilful, contradicted this impression of peevishness, deepened it into one of Ishmael-like rebellion.
From The Shadow, by Arthur Stringer, published 1913, one of more than forty works of fiction by the author, who “was popular in his day for his crime fiction and his wilderness adventures, both of which rely to a large degree on formula…[but] Modern critics have not been kind to his fiction.” (per wikipedia)
Project Gutenberg continues to be both a good reminder that most popular fiction is quickly forgotten and a good reminder why most popular fiction is quickly forgotten.
New Doctor Who theme alterations for the 12th Doctor revealed.
This is why I gave up on this show. I used to sit down on the bed and watch the old Doctor Who on T.V. with little brother and sister and my Mum. We used to absolutely love it. When the new Doctors showed up, still good! Really good. Then things started getting ridiculously mental and childish and stupid a little while after 11 showed up (don’t get me wrong, he’s a brilliant actor, and I don’t blame him for anything), and now the show had just fucking gone downhill. Please don’t tell me this is actual music for the new Doctor. Please just tell me it’s not. Jesus fucking Christ this show has been butchered.
human life is incredible
I hate the excessive need to “modernize” everything in TV. It’s like, this wouldn’t be so bad if they actually made it still feel sci-fi, but now it’s this weird new-age bullshit, like they’re trying too hard to be “progressive”. I know I’m making a big deal out of a THEME SONG maybe, but thing is, they’ll probably end up carrying this ideology into the series itself. Where the fuck are things going.
it keeps happening
Sometimes, I fucking hate Steven Moffat for what he’s done to Doctor Who. Look, I know I’m fairly new to the show-having only come in during Matt Smith’s first season, but I went back and watched every episode of the old series and Moffat has just completely altered the tone. He’s trying to make it his own creation, which is fucking despicable, to mess with something as perfect as Doctor Who. I know it’s just a theme song, and I know the difference isn’t that drastic, but it fucking sickens me sometimes.
never forget my legacy
Nah I think the people disagreeing with this move are right, like, this is a really weird and unnecessary departure from the iconic theme, and sure it matches the new mood of the show really well, so I can see were the owners of the show are coming from with the change, but honestly sometimes you have to accept that nostalgia actually matters, and even if you’re taking the show in a different direction Doctor Who is not Doctor Who without the Doctor Who *theme*, I mean it founded electronic music for gods sake! The only thing I would say about this one is it sounds a little dated like it’s a MIDI file but then again so does the very first Doctor Who theme so I imagine after one season or so with Capaldi as 12 (which I’m really looking forward to!) they will do a cooler remix of it like they did with the original theme, and once it’s been around for a while I think people will have got used to it and they’ll like it alot more.
The City Commissioners are proud to announce the launching of the Department’s new website, www.philadelphiavotes.com. The new site is another step towards the City Commissioners’ shared commitment to the incorporation of technology in governmental services and providing public access to information.
Nigh on twenty years knowing about this riddle, and IT NEVER OCCURRED TO ME THIS MIGHT BE THE ANSWER.
I’ve heard that one, and I’m personally fond of the “they both have inky quills” answer as well.
*puts on hobbyist Carrollian glasses*
The original riddle was not supposed to have an answer. It was a nonsense riddle, meant to signify the madness of the Mad Hatter, and should technically not be able to be cracked. Dodgson loved riddles, and made a whole lot of them himself to entertain adults and children alike, but this particular one was gibberish.
Many people sent in their personal answers to the riddle to Dodgson himself in their fan mail, and one of them, “Poe wrote on both” has been kind of unofficially accepted as the almost-official answer. “They both have inky quills” is another one, as literaryreference pointed out.
Dodgsons favourite answer, if I remember correctly, was “because there is a B in both an an N in neither”.
Oh, I’m well aware that the riddle was meant to be nonsense and has no answer in the book itself! I just enjoy the various solutions fans have come up with over time. Maybe it’s missing the point to try to think of an answer at all, but oh well, I think it’s fun and some of them are rather clever.