Edwin Lord Weeks paintings

Edwin Lord Weeks paintings
Frida Kahlo paintings
he tried to fix them on his father, towards the question of Miss Zeenat Vakil. He had wired ahead, informing her of his arrival; would she meet the flight? What might or might not happen between them? Had he, by leaving her, by not returning, by losing touch for a time, done the Unforgivable Thing? Was she --faithful and rolling up each note individually, so that he seemed to be holding a handful of thin beedi-like cigarettes -- and who was no stranger to com-- munalist himself, was apparently determined that the Meerut horror should be turned to good account. _Quench the Fire under our Breast_, the signboards cried. _Salute
Frederick Carl Frieseke paintings
Minister's credibility had been weakened, but Chamcha couldn't be bothered with any of it. He was staring at the fuzzy photograph, on an inside page, of indistinct, bloated shapes floating down-river in large numbers. In a north Indian town there had been a massacre of Muslims, and their corpses had been dumped in the water, where they awaited the ministrations of some twentieth--century Gaffer Hexam. There were hundreds of bodies, swollen and rancid; the stench seemed to rise off the page. And in Kashmir a once-popular