Alphonse Maria Mucha Medee paintingAlphonse Maria Mucha Heidsieck and Co paintingAlphonse Maria Mucha Fruit painting
You mustn’t disappoint the children.’
‘No.’ Her children, my art, the two mysteries of our trades.
‘Will you come for the week-end?’ near her.
‘I hear you’ve been looking after my husband for me,’ my wife said.
‘Yes, we’ve become very matey. He and I and a man whose name we don’t know.’
‘If I can.’
‘All British pas to the smoking-room, please,’ said a steward. ‘I’ve arranged with that sweet Foreign Office man at our table to get us off early with him,’ said my wife.
Sunday, 5 October 2008
Saturday, 4 October 2008
Gustav Klimt Pear Tree painting
Gustav Klimt Pear Tree paintingGustav Klimt Klimt Sappho paintingSalvador Dali Venus and Sailor painting
ought to take this place up and make something of it.’
Presently he began again on the Marchmains:
‘I’ll tell you another thing, too - they’ll get a jolt financially soon if they don’t look out.’
‘I thought they were enormously rich.’
‘Well, they are rich in the way people are who just let their money sit quiet. Everyone of that sort is poorer than they were in 1914, and the Flytes don’t seem to realize it. I reckon those lawyers who manage their affairs find it convenient to give them all the cash they want and no questions asked. Look at the way they live - Brideshead and Marchmain House both going full blast, pack of foxhounds, no rents raised, nobody sacked, dozens of old servants doing damn all, being waited on by other servants, and then besides all that there’s the old boy setting up a separate establishment - and setting it up on no humble scale either. D’you know how much they’re overdrawn
ought to take this place up and make something of it.’
Presently he began again on the Marchmains:
‘I’ll tell you another thing, too - they’ll get a jolt financially soon if they don’t look out.’
‘I thought they were enormously rich.’
‘Well, they are rich in the way people are who just let their money sit quiet. Everyone of that sort is poorer than they were in 1914, and the Flytes don’t seem to realize it. I reckon those lawyers who manage their affairs find it convenient to give them all the cash they want and no questions asked. Look at the way they live - Brideshead and Marchmain House both going full blast, pack of foxhounds, no rents raised, nobody sacked, dozens of old servants doing damn all, being waited on by other servants, and then besides all that there’s the old boy setting up a separate establishment - and setting it up on no humble scale either. D’you know how much they’re overdrawn
Tamara de Lempicka La bella Rafaela painting
Tamara de Lempicka La bella Rafaela paintingTamara de Lempicka Girl in a Green Dress paintingTamara de Lempicka Calla Lilies painting
end of the avenue.
Thus I returned to Paris, and to the friends I had found there and the habits I had formed. I thought I should hear no more of Brideshead, but life has few separations as sharp as that. It was not three weeks before I received a letter in Cordelia’s Frenchified convent hand:
‘Darling Charles,’ she said. ‘I was so very miserable when you went. You might have come and said good-bye!
‘I heard all about your disgrace, and I am writing to say that I am in disgrace, too. I sneaked Wilcox’s keys and got whisky for Sebastian and got caught. He did seem to want it so. And there was (and is) an awful row.
‘Mr Samgrass has gone (good!), and I think he is a bit in disgrace, too, but I don’t know why.
‘Mr Mottram is very popular with Julia (bad!) and is taking Sebastian
end of the avenue.
Thus I returned to Paris, and to the friends I had found there and the habits I had formed. I thought I should hear no more of Brideshead, but life has few separations as sharp as that. It was not three weeks before I received a letter in Cordelia’s Frenchified convent hand:
‘Darling Charles,’ she said. ‘I was so very miserable when you went. You might have come and said good-bye!
‘I heard all about your disgrace, and I am writing to say that I am in disgrace, too. I sneaked Wilcox’s keys and got whisky for Sebastian and got caught. He did seem to want it so. And there was (and is) an awful row.
‘Mr Samgrass has gone (good!), and I think he is a bit in disgrace, too, but I don’t know why.
‘Mr Mottram is very popular with Julia (bad!) and is taking Sebastian
Pablo Picasso Three Women at the Spring painting
Pablo Picasso Three Women at the Spring paintingPablo Picasso The Shadow paintingPablo Picasso The Pipes of Pan painting
Oh, sorry. I’m always putting my foot in it. But how cruel! It must have hurt frightfully.’
‘They can’t feel.’
‘How d’you know? Bet they can.’
She kissed her mother, whom she had not seen that day, shook hands with Rex, and rang for eggs.
‘I had one tea at Mrs Bamey’s, where I telephoned for the car, but I’m still hungry. It was a spiffing day. Jean Strickland-Venables fell in the mud. We ran from Bengers to Upper Eastrey without a check. I reckon that’s five miles, don’t you, Bridey?’
‘Three.’
‘Not as he ran...’ Between mouthfuls of scrambled egg she told us about the hunt.
‘...You should have seen Jean when she came out of the mud.’
‘Where’s Sebastian?’
Oh, sorry. I’m always putting my foot in it. But how cruel! It must have hurt frightfully.’
‘They can’t feel.’
‘How d’you know? Bet they can.’
She kissed her mother, whom she had not seen that day, shook hands with Rex, and rang for eggs.
‘I had one tea at Mrs Bamey’s, where I telephoned for the car, but I’m still hungry. It was a spiffing day. Jean Strickland-Venables fell in the mud. We ran from Bengers to Upper Eastrey without a check. I reckon that’s five miles, don’t you, Bridey?’
‘Three.’
‘Not as he ran...’ Between mouthfuls of scrambled egg she told us about the hunt.
‘...You should have seen Jean when she came out of the mud.’
‘Where’s Sebastian?’
Frida Kahlo Luther Burbank painting
Frida Kahlo Luther Burbank paintingFrida Kahlo Girl with Death Mask paintingDouglas Hofmann silver satin painting
Mummy, do look at Rex’s Christmas present.’
It was a small tortoise with Julia’s initials set in diamonds in the living shell, and this slightly obscene object, now slipping impotently on the polished boards, now striding across the card-table, now lumbering over a rug, now withdrawn at a touch, now stretching its neck and swaying its withered, antediluvian head, became a memorable part of the evening, one of those needle-hooks of experience which catch the attention when larger matters are at stake.
‘Dear me,’ said Lady Marchmain. ‘I wonder if it eats the same sort of things as an ordinary tortoise.’
‘What will you do when it’s dead?’ asked Mr Samgrass. ‘Can you have another tortoise fitted into the shell?’
Mummy, do look at Rex’s Christmas present.’
It was a small tortoise with Julia’s initials set in diamonds in the living shell, and this slightly obscene object, now slipping impotently on the polished boards, now striding across the card-table, now lumbering over a rug, now withdrawn at a touch, now stretching its neck and swaying its withered, antediluvian head, became a memorable part of the evening, one of those needle-hooks of experience which catch the attention when larger matters are at stake.
‘Dear me,’ said Lady Marchmain. ‘I wonder if it eats the same sort of things as an ordinary tortoise.’
‘What will you do when it’s dead?’ asked Mr Samgrass. ‘Can you have another tortoise fitted into the shell?’
Friday, 3 October 2008
Edward Hopper Four Lane Road painting
Edward Hopper Four Lane Road paintingEdward Hopper Excursion into Philosophy paintingEdward Hopper Drug Store painting
Souls, who now began to play an increasingly large part in our lives. Lady Marchmain was engaged in making a memorial book for circulation among her friends, about her brother, Ned, the eldest of three legendary heroes all killed between Mons and Passchendaele; he had left a, quantity of papers - poems, letters, speeches, articles; to edit them, even for a restricted circle, needed tact and countless decisions in which the judgement of an adoring sister was liable to err. Acknowledging this, she had sought outside advice, and Mr Samgrass had been found to help her.
He was a young history don, a short, plump man, dapper in dress, with sparse hair brushed flat on an over-large head, neat hands, small feet, and the general appearance of being too often bathed. His manner was genial and his speech idiosyncratic. We came to know him well.
Souls, who now began to play an increasingly large part in our lives. Lady Marchmain was engaged in making a memorial book for circulation among her friends, about her brother, Ned, the eldest of three legendary heroes all killed between Mons and Passchendaele; he had left a, quantity of papers - poems, letters, speeches, articles; to edit them, even for a restricted circle, needed tact and countless decisions in which the judgement of an adoring sister was liable to err. Acknowledging this, she had sought outside advice, and Mr Samgrass had been found to help her.
He was a young history don, a short, plump man, dapper in dress, with sparse hair brushed flat on an over-large head, neat hands, small feet, and the general appearance of being too often bathed. His manner was genial and his speech idiosyncratic. We came to know him well.
Thomas Kinkade Pools of Serenity painting
Thomas Kinkade Pools of Serenity paintingThomas Kinkade Peaceful Time paintingThomas Kinkade Home For Christmas painting
his whimsical persecution had convinced me, as no rebuke could have done, of the folly of living beyond my means. I had had no talking-to this term; my success in History Previous and a beta minus in one of my Collections papers had put me on easy terms with my tutor which I managed to maintain without undue effort.
I kept a tenuous connection with the History School, wrote my two essays a week, and attended an occasional lecture. Besides this I started my second year by joining the Ruskin School of Art; two or three mornings a week we melt, about a dozen of us - half, at least, the daughters of north Oxford among the casts from the antique at the Ashmolean Museum; twice a week we drew from the nude in a small room over a teashop; some pains were taken by the authorities to exclude any hint of lubricity on these evenings, and the young woman who sat to us was brought from London for the day and not allowed to
his whimsical persecution had convinced me, as no rebuke could have done, of the folly of living beyond my means. I had had no talking-to this term; my success in History Previous and a beta minus in one of my Collections papers had put me on easy terms with my tutor which I managed to maintain without undue effort.
I kept a tenuous connection with the History School, wrote my two essays a week, and attended an occasional lecture. Besides this I started my second year by joining the Ruskin School of Art; two or three mornings a week we melt, about a dozen of us - half, at least, the daughters of north Oxford among the casts from the antique at the Ashmolean Museum; twice a week we drew from the nude in a small room over a teashop; some pains were taken by the authorities to exclude any hint of lubricity on these evenings, and the young woman who sat to us was brought from London for the day and not allowed to
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