Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Bartolome Esteban Murillo The Little Fruit Seller painting

Bartolome Esteban Murillo The Little Fruit Seller paintingFilippino Lippi The Marriage of St Catherine paintingFilippino Lippi Allegory
Midgard Serpent. This way."
The unicorn stared through the bars at the animal in the cage. Her eyes were wide with disbelief. "It's only a dog," she whispered. "It's a hungry, unhappy dog with only one head and hardly any coat at all, the poor thing. How could they ever take it for Cerberus? Are they all blind?"
"Look again," the magician said.Then, as though her eyes were getting used to darkness, the unicorn began to perceive a second figure in each cage. They loomed hugely over the captives of the Midnight Carnival, and yet they were joined to them: stormy dreams sprung from a grain of truth. So there was a manticore—famine-eyed, slobber-mouthed, roaring, curving his deadly tail over his back until the poison spine lolled and nodded just above his ear—and there was a lion too, tiny and absurd by comparison. Yet they were the same creature. The unicorn stamped in wonder.
"And the satyr," the unicorn continued. "The satyr is an ape, an old ape with a twisted foot. The dragon is a crocodile, much more likely to breathe fish than fire. And the great
manticore is a lion—a perfectly good lion, but no more monstrous than the others. I don't understand."
"It's got the whole world in its coils," Rukh was droning. And

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