Monday, 6 October 2008

Caravaggio Lute Player painting

Caravaggio Lute Player paintingCaravaggio Christ at the Column paintingAndrea Mantegna The Madonna of the Cherubim painting
stream below; beyond, the path doubled back towards the house. We paused at the parapet looking down into the dark water.
‘I once had a governess who jumped off this bridge and drowned herself.’
‘Yes, I know.’

‘How could you know?’
‘It was the first thing I ever heard about you - before I ever met you.’
‘How very odd...’
‘Have you told Julia this about Sebastian?’
‘The substance of it; not quite as I told you. She never loved him, you know, as we do.’
‘Do’. The word reproached me; there was no past tense in Cordelia’s verb ‘to love’.
‘Poor Sebastian!’ I said. ‘It’s too pitiful. How will it end?’ ‘I think I can tell

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