and by conrad prebys and debbie turner.owing: and by: rembrandt died on the 4th of october 1669. and in his last self-portraits, i think you see a sense of calm and of resignation. he had known so much turmoil and personal unhappiness, but at the end he found an acceptance. it was, perhaps, a triumph of art over life. thank you, ladies and gentlemen. we will be visiting kenwood house on tuesday. there are still places left, so please let me know if you wish to come. professor van haaren. my dissertation. i was wondering if... the portrait of jan six? yes. i'm halfway. some interesting insights. we will talk next week. thank you. (breathing raggedly) (under his breath): no, no, no, no, no... (brakes squeal, thud)

and by conrad prebys and debbie turner. and by the following: and by: (phone ringing) kensington 3487. yes. who was it, darling? (door opens) (birds chirping) (car engine running) evelyn? (coughing) (groaning) (faint voices) dr. ross!

support is also provided by conrad prebys and debbie turner. by the following: and by: christopher foyle is a quiet, methodical, retired policeman. during world war ii, he was detective chief superintendent in hastings, a small, very english seaside town. he was thought to be rather old fashioned even then. his trip to america after the war hasn't changed him. when he returns to england, there's a new war-- a strange, secretive, cold war. mi5 is in charge and they want him to join the fight. but does a man like foyle fit into a world that's created the atom bomb? and does he even want to? these are my guests. thank you, sergeant. professor fraser? max hoffmann. we met briefly... at oakridge, tennessee. yes, yes, i remember. i know your work, of course, professor. and i'm delighted to see you. my wife, helen. she works as my assistant. ah, pleased to meet you, mrs. fraser. how do you do? ah, come, come, we should get inside. the tests will be starting soon. (indistinct chatter on walkie-talkies) ah, helen. patrick. welcome. just here. thank god

support is also provided by conrad prebys and debbie turner.and by the following: and by: why are we so drawn to what we c't have? is there something in our nature that makes what is beyond our reach seem more desirable than what is within our grasp? and what about affairs of the heart? is the unattainable the essence of romance? tonight, a pretty shopgirl from the country arrives in the city, where everything is out of reach, except at the paradise. ♪ ♪ (banging) (horse neighing) (door opens) why, denise! now my day is all sunshine. come here! let me take your coat. oh.