Tuesday, 3 June 2008

Pino Angelica painting

Pino Angelica painting
Picasso Two Women Running on the Beach The Race painting
Manet Two Roses On A Tablecloth painting
Manet Flowers In A Crystal Vase painting
and himself and the pale woman on his right as the centre of their conspiracy. And then it came over him, in a vast flash made up of many broken gleams, that to all of them he and Madame Olenska were lovers, lovers in the extreme sense peculiar to ``foreign'' vocabularies. He guessed himself to have been, for months, the centre of countless silently observing eyes and patiently listening ears, he understood that, by means as yet unknown to him, the separation between himself and the partner of his guilt had been achieved, and that now the whole tribe had rallied about his wife on the tacit assumption that nobody knew anything, or had ever imagined anything, and that the occasion of the entertainment was simply May Archer's natural desire to take an affectionate leave of her friend and cousin.
It was the old New York way of taking life ``without effusion of blood'': the way of people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency above courage, and who considered that nothing was more ill-bred than ``scenes,'' except the behaviour of those who gave rise to them.

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