Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring Painting

¡¡¡¡Such a self-contained man I never saw. But in that quality, as in every other he possessed, he only seemed to be the more respectable. Even the fact that no one knew his Christian name, seemed to form a part of his respectability. Nothing could be objected against his surname, Littimer, by which he was known. Peter might have been hanged, or Tom transported; but Littimer was perfectly respectable. ¡¡¡¡It was occasioned, I suppose,
by the reverend nature of respectability in the abstract, but I felt particularly young in this man's presence. How old he was himself, I could not guess - and that again went to his credit on the same score; for in the calmness of respectability he might have numbered fifty years as well as thirty. ¡¡¡¡Littimer was in my room in the morning before I was up, to bring me that reproachful shaving-water, and to put out my clothes. When I undrew the curtains and looked out of bed, I saw him, in an equable temperature of respectability, unaffected by the east wind of January, and not even breathing frostily, standing my boots right and left in the first dancing position, and blowing specks of dust off my coat as he laid it down like a baby.

Vermeer girl with the pearl earring

As Luke started off into the jungle, he heard Artoo whistling and beeping as if hewould blow his circuits. Luke turned around to see the little droid standing forlornlynext to the miniature fission furnace. "You'd better stay here and watch over the camp," Luke instructed the robot. But Artoo only intensified his noisy output, running through the entire gamut ofhis electronic articulations. "Artoo , now settle down," Luke called as he ran into the jungle. "I can takecare of myself. I'll be safe, okay?" Artoo's electronic grumbling grew fainter as Luke hurried to catch up with thelittle guide. I must really be out of my mind, Luke thought, following this weirdbeing into who-knows-what. But the creature had mentioned Yoda's name, andLuke felt compelled to accept any help he could get to find the Jedi Master. Hestumbled in the dark over thick weeds and twisting roots as he pursued the flickeringlight ahead.

Johannes Vermeer Girl with a Pearl Earring Painting

"Yeah…Take care of yourself, Han," Luke said quietly, turning to leave. "But Iguess that's what you're best at, isn't it?" He started back into the hangar depths,flanked by the two 'droids. Solo stared after him, hesitated, then called, "Hey, Luke…may the force be withyou." Luke looked back to see Solo wink at him. He waved—sort of. Then hewas swallowed up by moving mechanics and machinery. Solo returned to his work, lifting a box—and stopped, to see Chewbacca gazingfixedly at him. "What are you staring at, gruesome? I know what I'm doing. Get back towork!" Slowly, still eyeing his partner, the Wookie returned to the task of loading theheavy crates. Sorrowful thoughts of Solo vanished when Luke saw the petite, slim figurestanding by his ship—the ship he had been granted. "Are you sure this is what you want?" Princess Leia asked him. "It could be adeadly reward." Luke's eyes were filled with the sleek, venomous metal shape. "More thananything." "Then what's wrong?" Luke looked back at her and shrugged. "It's Han. I thought he'd change hismind. I thought he'd join us." "A man must follow his own path," she told him, sounding now like a Senator."No one can choose it for him. Han Solo's priorities differ from ours. I wish itwere otherwise, but I can't find it in my heart to condemn him." She stood ontiptoes, gave him a quick, almost embarrassed kiss, and turned to go. "May the forcebe with you." "I only wish," Luke murmured to himself as he started back to his ship, "Benwere here." So intent was he on thoughts of Kenobi, the Princess, and Han that he didn'tnotice the larger figure which tightly locked on to his arm. He turned, his initialanger gone instantly in astonishment as he recognized the figure. "Luke!" the slightly older man exclaimed. "I don't believe it! How'd you gethere? Are you going out with us?"