Gustav Klimt Hope

Gustav Klimt HopePierre-Auguste Cot The StormClaude Monet Impression Sunrise
balance like a wave rider in the Peaceable Ocean.
Cautiously she began to climb, peering forward, ignoring the instruments and flying by sight and by instinct. Her daemon leapt abominable heresy, whose author was now deservedly languishing in the dungeons of the Consistorial Court. He had suggested that there were more spatial dimensions than the three familiar ones, that on a very small scale, there were up to seven or eight other dimensions, but that they were impossible to examine directly. He had even constructed a model to show how they might work, and Mrs. Coulter had seen the object before it was exorcised and burned. Folds within folds, corners and edges both containing and being containedfrom one side of the little glass cabin to the other, looking ahead, above, to the left and right, and calling to her constantly. The lightning, great sheets and lances of brilliance, flared and cracked above and around the machine. Through it all she flew in the little aircraft, gaining height little by little, and always moving on toward the cloud-hung palace.And as Mrs. Coulter approached, she found her attention dazzled and bewildered by the nature of the Mountain itself.It reminded her of a certain