Friday, 5 September 2008

Edward Hopper paintings

Edward Hopper paintings
Edgar Degas paintings
Emile Munier paintings
reasonably be asked. It was at once the and death of studentdom: its food was the entire of the the whole larder of accumulated lore; in return it disgorged masses of new matter -- more, alas, than its subjects ever could digest. . . and so these in turn, like the cud of a cow, became its further nourishment.
As late as Campus Riot II, however, there remained a few men like Max for whom the creature was, if no longer their servant, at least not yet entirely their master, and upon whom it seemed to depend like a giant young brother for the completion of its growth. It was they, under Max's directorship, who taught WESCAC how to EAT. . .
"Imagine a big young buck," Max said: "he's got wonderful muscles, and he knows he could jump the fence and kill your enemies if he just knew how. Not only that: he knows who could teach him! So he finds his keeper and says he needs certain lessons. Then he can jump out of his pen to charge anybody he wants to, you see? Including his teacher. . ."
WESCAC's former handlers, it appeared, had already taught it

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