ellauri051.html on line 1822: 1209 My right hand pointing to landscapes of continents and the public road. 1209 Oikea käteni osoittaa maanosien maisemia ja yleistä tietä.
ellauri097.html on line 296: He became a literary icon, but White knew that people rarely actually read his work. He professed not to care what people thought, but he would sometimes check for copies of his novels in local libraries. He would search for dog-ears and stains, to gauge how far in the book they had read. Most people, he deduced, never finished. The Australian reading public never quite warmed to White, and nothing much has changed. My grandmother “couldn’t stand him.” I have seen my mother take up one of his novels—The Solid Mandala—and after a few moments quite literally toss it aside. White’s books are metaphysical, lyrical, high modernist, full of baroque descriptions of landscapes, and unsparing in his examination of the people who live in them. For a country besotted with kitchen-sink realism and plain-speaking larrikins, Patrick White was baffling.
ellauri203.html on line 475: From an 1849 letter to Pauline Viardot we know that the inspiration came from a dream that Turgenev had had. In this dream there was a whitish creature claiming to be his brother Anatoli (Turgenev had two brothers: Nikholai and Sergei). They both turned into birds and flew over the ocean. In another letter Turgenev writes that he was looking for a way to connect several landscape sketches that he had written. He combined the flying with the landscapes and came up with a vampire woman to explain the flying.
ellauri322.html on line 489: You are viewing an original antique oil painting on canvas by Paulette Bardy, listed French Impressionist of the early part of the 20th century. She was born in Fez, Morocco and her works were accepted and exhibited at the prestigious Salon des Artistes Francais in Paris. She was a pupil of French artist Charles Fouqueray and she also painted a series of controversial risque beach scenes, erotic in nature, titled "La Plage" and "Bord de Mer". Her landscapes are Impressionistic mixed with an influence of rural French folk art.
ellauri362.html on line 737: The poem vividly portrays the desolation of winter, with its barren landscapes, frozen streams, and harsh weather conditions. This imagery serves as a metaphor for the effects of alcohol on the human spirit. Just as winter chills and hardens the earth, alcohol numbs the senses, dulls the intellect, and stifles emotions.
ellauri386.html on line 428: The first time I went there in 2005, tourists were already overrunning it. Still, at some of the geyser fields it still felt wild, with only wooden planks down and no railings for protection. By 2015, each site became like waiting in line at a Disney World attraction, and any quaint hot springs are now swarmed by tourists taking selfies. The locals are absurdly proud of their local landscapes. Like, I’ve ne ver been to a country where the people identify so closely with the scenery. They act as if they built it all by hand, and like nowhere else in the world competes with it. I guess that’s what happens when the bulk of your economy is from tourists constantly praising what they see, and when you live on a medium-sized island with less than 400k people.
xxx/ellauri091.html on line 629: Lush landscapes? Check. Incredible dairy products? Check. Guinness for days? Check. An aversion to the UK? Check.
xxx/ellauri385.html on line 425: The first time I went there in 2005, tourists were already overrunning it. Still, at some of the geyser fields it still felt wild, with only wooden planks down and no railings for protection. By 2015, each site became like waiting in line at a Disney World attraction, and any quaint hot springs are now swarmed by tourists taking selfies. The locals are absurdly proud of their local landscapes. Like, I’ve ne ver been to a country where the people identify so closely with the scenery. They act as if they built it all by hand, and like nowhere else in the world competes with it. I guess that’s what happens when the bulk of your economy is from tourists constantly praising what they see, and when you live on a medium-sized island with less than 400k people.
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