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The mulefa made many kinds of rope and cord, and Mary Malone spent a morning inspecting and testing the ones Atal's family had in their stores before choosing what she wanted. The principle of twisting and winding hadn't caught on in their world, so all the cords and ropes were braided; but they were strong and flexible, and Mary soon a mathematician who spent every weekend climbing among the trees. Mary had done a little rock climbing, and she'd listened avidly as he had talked about the techniques and equipment. She had decided to try it herself as soon as she had the chance. Of course she'd never expected to be climbing trees in another universe, and climbing solo didn't greatly appeal, either, but there was no choice about that. What she found exactly the sort she wanted.What are you doing? said Atal.The mulefa had no term for climb, so Mary had to do a lot of gesturing and roundabout explaining. Atal was horrified.To go into the high part of the trees?I must see what is happening, Mary explained. Now you can help me prepare the rope.Once in California, Mary had met
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Andy Warhol Mao 1972
Andy Warhol Mao 1972Andy Warhol Jackie 1964Andy Warhol Flowers 1970
machine skimming over the ground or shooting up to the ceiling. Other Blue Children unfolded maps and plans, or opened great big books, or uncovered azure statues, or brought enormous flowers and gigantic fruits that seemed "In fifty-three years, four months and nine days." Next came two Blue Children bending under the weight of a pole from which was slung a bunch of grapes each larger than a pear.
"A bunch of pears!" cried Tyltyl.
"No, they are grapes," said the Child. "They will all be like that when I am thirty: I have found the way ...."
Tyltyl would have loved to taste them, but another Child came along almost made of sapphires and turquoises. Our little friends stood with their mouths wide open and their hands clasped together: they thought themselves in paradise. Mytyl bent over to look at a huge flower and laughed into its cup, which covered up her head like a hood of blue silk. A pretty Child, with dark hair and thoughtful eyes, held it by the stalk and said, proudly: "The flowers will all grow like that, when I am on earth!" "When will that be?" asked Tyltyl.
machine skimming over the ground or shooting up to the ceiling. Other Blue Children unfolded maps and plans, or opened great big books, or uncovered azure statues, or brought enormous flowers and gigantic fruits that seemed "In fifty-three years, four months and nine days." Next came two Blue Children bending under the weight of a pole from which was slung a bunch of grapes each larger than a pear.
"A bunch of pears!" cried Tyltyl.
"No, they are grapes," said the Child. "They will all be like that when I am thirty: I have found the way ...."
Tyltyl would have loved to taste them, but another Child came along almost made of sapphires and turquoises. Our little friends stood with their mouths wide open and their hands clasped together: they thought themselves in paradise. Mytyl bent over to look at a huge flower and laughed into its cup, which covered up her head like a hood of blue silk. A pretty Child, with dark hair and thoughtful eyes, held it by the stalk and said, proudly: "The flowers will all grow like that, when I am on earth!" "When will that be?" asked Tyltyl.
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