The Three Ages of Woman

The Three Ages of Woman
The Painter's Honeymoon
the polish rider
The Sacrifice of Abraham painting
He peered up at his tall companion and started to say something. Kenobiseemed to have some idea where they were headed. Luke studied the run-downstructures and equally unwholesome-looking individuals they were passing. Theyhad entered the oldest section of Mos Eisley and consequently the one where the oldvices flourished most strongly. Kenobi pointed and Luke pulled the landspeeder up in front of what appeared tobe one of the original spaceport's first blockhouses. It had been converted into acantina whose clientele was suggested by the diverse nature of transport parkedoutside. Some of them Luke recognized, others he had only heard rumors of. Thecantina itself, he knew from the design of the building, must lie partially underground. As the dusty but still sleek craft pulled into an open spot, a jawa materializedfrom nowhere and began running covetous hands over the metal sides. Luke leanedout and barked something harsh at the sub-human, which caused it to scurry away. "I can't abide those jawas," murmured Threepio with lofty disdain."Disgusting creatures." Luke's mind was too full of their narrow escape for him to comment onThreepio's sentiments. "I still can't understand how we got by these troops. Ithought we were as good as dead." "The force is in the mind, Luke, and can sometime be used to influence others.It's a powerful ally. But as you come to know the force, you will discover that it canalso be a danger."