Claude Monet The Picnic painting

Claude Monet The Picnic paintingClaude Monet Sunset paintingClaude Monet La Japonaise painting
covered, awaiting their entrance, the slow congealed currents of the English Sleeve, the appointed zone of their watery reincarnation.
"O, my shoes are Japanese," Gibreel sang, translating the old song into English in semi-conscious deference to the uprushing host-nation, "These trousers English, if you please. On my head, red Russian hat; my heart's Indian for all that." The clouds were bubbling up towards them, and perhaps it was on account of that great mystification of cumulus and cumulo-nimbus, the mighty rolling thunderheads standing like hammers in the dawn, or perhaps it was the singing (the one busy performing, the other booing the performance), or their blast--delirium that spared them full foreknowledge of the imminent . . . but for whatever reason, the two men, Gibreelsaladin Farishtachamcha, condemned to this endless but also ending angelicdevilish fall, did not become aware of the moment at which the processes of their transmutation began.
Mutation?

Pino Beachside Stroll painting

Pino Beachside Stroll paintingVincent van Gogh Wheat Field with Rising Sun paintingVincent van Gogh Wheat Field 1889 painting
him that Castor had accused Sejanus of debauching Livilla, of abusing his position of confidence by levying blackmail on rich men in Tiberius's name, and of aiming at the monarchy; that he had said that unless Tiberius dismissed the rascal soon he would take the matter into his own hands; and that he had then asked for her co-operation. By putting the case like this to Tiberius she hoped to make him as mistrustful of Sejanus as he was of Castor and thus to cause him to fall back into his old habit of dependence on her. For a time at least she succeeded. But then an accident suddenly convinced Tiberius that Sejanus was as loyally devoted as he pretended to be and as all his actions had hitherto shown him. They were picnicking together one day with three or four friends in a natural cave by the seashore, when there was a sudden rattle and roar and part of the roof fell in, killing some of the attendants and burying others, and blocking up the entrance. Sejanus crouched with arched back over Tiberius-they were both unhurt -to shield him from a further fall. When the soldiers dug them out an hour later he was found still in the same position. Thrasyllus, too

Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise painting

Thomas Kinkade Mountain Paradise paintingThomas Kinkade Mountain Memories paintingThomas Kinkade Footprints in the sand painting
across two versions of the same episode I choose the one nearest my theme, and you won't End me grubbing around Etruscan cemeteries in search of any third account which may flatly contradict both-what good would that do?"
"It would serve the cause of the truth," said Pollio gently. "Wouldn't that be something?"
"And if by serving the cause of truth we admit our revered ancestors to have been cowards, liars and traitors?
What then?"
"I'll leave this boy to answer the question. He's just starting in life. Come on, boy, answer it!"
I said at random: "Livy begins his history by lamenting modem wickedness and promising to trace the gradual decline of ancient virtue as conquests made Rome wealthy. He says that he will most enjoy writing the early chapters because he will be able, in doing so, to close his eyes

Joseph Mallord William Turner Rome from the Vatican painting

Joseph Mallord William Turner Rome from the Vatican paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner Heidelberg paintingGustave Courbet Forest in Autumn painting
Nothing could have been further from Julia’s ambitions than a royal . She knew, or thought she knew, what she wanted and it was not that. But wherever she turned, it seemed, her religion stood as a barrier between her and her natural goal. As it seemed to her, the thing was a dead loss. If she apostatized now, having been brought up in the Church, she would go to hell, while the Protestant girls of her acquaintance, schooled in happy ignorance, could marry eldest sons, live at peace with their world, and get to heaven before her. There could be no eldest son for her, and younger sons were indelicate things, necessary, but not to be much spoken of. Younger sons had none of the privileges of obscurity; it was their plain duty to remain hidden until some disaster perchance promoted them to their brother’s places, and,