Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot paintings
James Childs paintings
John Singleton Copley paintings
irritability that had possessed him. The sun was behind us as we drove, so that we seemed to be in pursuit of our own shadows.
‘It’s half past five. We’ll get to Godstow in time for dinner, drink at the Trout, leave Hardcastle’s motor-car, and walk back by the river. Wouldn’t that be best?’ That is the full account of my first brief visit to Brideshead; could I have known then that it, would one day be remembered with tears by a middle-aged captain of infantry?TOWARDS the end of that summer term I received the last visit and Grand Remonstrance of my cousin Jasper. I was just free of the schools, having taken the last paper of History Previous on the afternoon before; Jasper’s subfuse suit and white tie proclaimed him still in the thick of it; he had, too, the exhausted but resentful air of one who fears he has failed to do himself full justice on the subject of Pindar’s Orphism. Duty alone had brought him to my rooms, that afternoon at great inconvenience to himself and, as it happened, to me, who, when he caught me in the door, was on my way to make final
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Monday, 29 September 2008
Emile Munier paintings
Emile Munier paintings
Edwin Lord Weeks paintings
Frida Kahlo paintings
extinguishers which he had promised were all empty, “perhaps during the Bump Supper; you know, sir.” It was enough; the Bursar strode up and down thoroughly moved; Edward secured the key and hurrying to his room burned the carpet and the sofa and the chair and emptied the extinguishers in case the Bursar should come to investigate. His scout thought him drunk.
Edward then hurried to Mr. Curtis and secured an interview for ten that evening; he sent a note to the President of the Union desiring to speak that evening, it was on Thursday that these things occurred—and then feeling that he had accomplished a good work, lunched very quietly at the Carlton Club.
After lunch Edward set out on his bicycle and rode through much dust to Abingdon. There not at the first antique shop but at the smaller one on the other side of the
Edwin Lord Weeks paintings
Frida Kahlo paintings
extinguishers which he had promised were all empty, “perhaps during the Bump Supper; you know, sir.” It was enough; the Bursar strode up and down thoroughly moved; Edward secured the key and hurrying to his room burned the carpet and the sofa and the chair and emptied the extinguishers in case the Bursar should come to investigate. His scout thought him drunk.
Edward then hurried to Mr. Curtis and secured an interview for ten that evening; he sent a note to the President of the Union desiring to speak that evening, it was on Thursday that these things occurred—and then feeling that he had accomplished a good work, lunched very quietly at the Carlton Club.
After lunch Edward set out on his bicycle and rode through much dust to Abingdon. There not at the first antique shop but at the smaller one on the other side of the
Saturday, 27 September 2008
Francisco de Goya paintings
Francisco de Goya paintings
Filippino Lippi paintings
Francisco de Zurbaran paintings
. Married 1940 Clarence Albright, killed in action 1943. Leaving issue. Died 1956. I remember hearing about it—cancer, very young. That’s Charles, that issue.”
Basil gazed long at the photograph. The girl was plump and, it seemed, wriggling; annoyed rather than amused by the horseplay. “How one forgets. I suppose she was quite a friend of mine once.”
“No, no. She was just someone Margot produced for Peter.”
Basil’s imagination, once so fertile of mischief, lately so dormant, began now, in his hour of need, to quicken and stir.
“That photograph has given me an idea.”
“Basil, you’ve got that old villainous look. What are you up to?”
“Just an idea.”
“You’re not going to throw Barbara into the Serpentine.”
“Something not unlike it,” he said.
“Let us go and sit by the Serpentine,” said Basil to his daughter that afternoon
Filippino Lippi paintings
Francisco de Zurbaran paintings
. Married 1940 Clarence Albright, killed in action 1943. Leaving issue. Died 1956. I remember hearing about it—cancer, very young. That’s Charles, that issue.”
Basil gazed long at the photograph. The girl was plump and, it seemed, wriggling; annoyed rather than amused by the horseplay. “How one forgets. I suppose she was quite a friend of mine once.”
“No, no. She was just someone Margot produced for Peter.”
Basil’s imagination, once so fertile of mischief, lately so dormant, began now, in his hour of need, to quicken and stir.
“That photograph has given me an idea.”
“Basil, you’ve got that old villainous look. What are you up to?”
“Just an idea.”
“You’re not going to throw Barbara into the Serpentine.”
“Something not unlike it,” he said.
“Let us go and sit by the Serpentine,” said Basil to his daughter that afternoon
Andreas Achenbach paintings
Andreas Achenbach paintings
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
at once. Poor Pobble, all shrunk like a mummy. Beasts!”
Basil sat and Barbara wriggled round until her chin rested on his knees. “Famine baby,” she said. Star-sapphire eyes in the child-like face under black tousled hair gazed deep into star-sapphire eyes sunk in empty pouches. “Belsen atrocity,” she added fondly. “Wraith. Skeleton-man. Dear dug-up corpse.”
“Enough of this flattery. Explain yourself.”
“I told you I was bored. You know what Malfrey’s like as well as I do. Oh the hell of the National Trust. It’s not so bad in the summer with the charabancs. Now it’s only French art experts—half a dozen a week, and all the rooms still full of oilcloth promenades and rope barriers and Aunt Barbara in the flat over the stables and those ridiculous Sothills in the bachelors’ wing and the height of excitement a pheasant shoot with lunch in the hut and then nothing to eat except pheasant and ... Well, I registered a formal complaint, didn’t I?, but you were too busy starving to pay any attention, and if your only, adored
Alphonse Maria Mucha paintings
Benjamin Williams Leader paintings
at once. Poor Pobble, all shrunk like a mummy. Beasts!”
Basil sat and Barbara wriggled round until her chin rested on his knees. “Famine baby,” she said. Star-sapphire eyes in the child-like face under black tousled hair gazed deep into star-sapphire eyes sunk in empty pouches. “Belsen atrocity,” she added fondly. “Wraith. Skeleton-man. Dear dug-up corpse.”
“Enough of this flattery. Explain yourself.”
“I told you I was bored. You know what Malfrey’s like as well as I do. Oh the hell of the National Trust. It’s not so bad in the summer with the charabancs. Now it’s only French art experts—half a dozen a week, and all the rooms still full of oilcloth promenades and rope barriers and Aunt Barbara in the flat over the stables and those ridiculous Sothills in the bachelors’ wing and the height of excitement a pheasant shoot with lunch in the hut and then nothing to eat except pheasant and ... Well, I registered a formal complaint, didn’t I?, but you were too busy starving to pay any attention, and if your only, adored
Nancy O'Toole paintings
Nancy O'Toole paintings
Pino paintings
Pablo Picasso paintings
There was a resident physician at this most accommod house. He interviewed each patient on arrival and ostensibly considered individual needs.
He saw Angela first. Basil sat stolidly in an outer room, his hands on the head of his cane, gazing blankly before him.
When at length he was admitted, he stated his needs. The doctor did not attempt any physical investigation. It was a plain case.
“To refrain from technical language you complain of speechlessness, a sense of heat and strangulation, dizziness and subsequent trembling?” said this man of .
“I feel I’m going to burst,” said Basil.
“Exactly. And these symptoms only occur when you meet young men?”
“Hairy young men especially.”
“Ah.”
“Young puppies.”
Pino paintings
Pablo Picasso paintings
There was a resident physician at this most accommod house. He interviewed each patient on arrival and ostensibly considered individual needs.
He saw Angela first. Basil sat stolidly in an outer room, his hands on the head of his cane, gazing blankly before him.
When at length he was admitted, he stated his needs. The doctor did not attempt any physical investigation. It was a plain case.
“To refrain from technical language you complain of speechlessness, a sense of heat and strangulation, dizziness and subsequent trembling?” said this man of .
“I feel I’m going to burst,” said Basil.
“Exactly. And these symptoms only occur when you meet young men?”
“Hairy young men especially.”
“Ah.”
“Young puppies.”
Mary Cassatt paintings
Mary Cassatt paintings
Maxfield Parrish paintings
Martin Johnson Heade paintings
may one day occur to a pioneer of therapeutics that most of those who are willing to pay fifty pounds a week to be deprived of food and wine, seek only suffering and that they could be cheaply accommodated in rat-ridden dungeons. At present the profits of the many thriving institutions which cater for the ascetic are depleted by the maintenance of neat lawns and shrubberies and, inside, of the furniture of a private house and apparatus resembling that of a hospital.
Basil and Angela could not immediately secure rooms at the sanatorium recommended by Molly Pastmaster. There was a waiting list of people suffering from every variety of infirmity. Finally they frankly outbid rival sufferers. A man whose obesity threatened the collapse of his ankles, and a woman raging with hallucinations were informed that their bookings were defective, and on a warm afternoon Basil and Angela drove down to take possession of their rooms.
Maxfield Parrish paintings
Martin Johnson Heade paintings
may one day occur to a pioneer of therapeutics that most of those who are willing to pay fifty pounds a week to be deprived of food and wine, seek only suffering and that they could be cheaply accommodated in rat-ridden dungeons. At present the profits of the many thriving institutions which cater for the ascetic are depleted by the maintenance of neat lawns and shrubberies and, inside, of the furniture of a private house and apparatus resembling that of a hospital.
Basil and Angela could not immediately secure rooms at the sanatorium recommended by Molly Pastmaster. There was a waiting list of people suffering from every variety of infirmity. Finally they frankly outbid rival sufferers. A man whose obesity threatened the collapse of his ankles, and a woman raging with hallucinations were informed that their bookings were defective, and on a warm afternoon Basil and Angela drove down to take possession of their rooms.
Friday, 26 September 2008
Guido Reni Baptism of Christ painting
Guido Reni Baptism of Christ paintingGuido Reni reni Aurora paintingFrancois Boucher Madame de Pompadour painting
officials and military were in farmhouses like his own on the outskirts, but he daily frequented the little park and public gardens. These had been charmingly laid out sixty years before and were, surprisingly, still kept in order by two old gardeners who had stayed on quietly weeding and pruning while the streets were in flames and noisy with machine-gun fire. There were winding paths and specimen trees, statuary, a bandstand, a pond with carp and exotic ducks, and the ornamental cages of what had once been a little zoo. The gardeners kept rabbits in one of these, fowls in another, a red squirrel in a third. The partisans had shown a peculiar solicitude for these gardens; they had cut a bed in the centre of the principal lawn in the shape of the Soviet star and had shot a man whom they caught chopping a rustic seat for firewood. Above the s lay a slope wooded with chestnut and full of paths carefully graded for the convalescent with kiosks every kilometre, where once postcards and and medicinal water had been on sale. Here for an hour a day in the soft autumn sunshine
officials and military were in farmhouses like his own on the outskirts, but he daily frequented the little park and public gardens. These had been charmingly laid out sixty years before and were, surprisingly, still kept in order by two old gardeners who had stayed on quietly weeding and pruning while the streets were in flames and noisy with machine-gun fire. There were winding paths and specimen trees, statuary, a bandstand, a pond with carp and exotic ducks, and the ornamental cages of what had once been a little zoo. The gardeners kept rabbits in one of these, fowls in another, a red squirrel in a third. The partisans had shown a peculiar solicitude for these gardens; they had cut a bed in the centre of the principal lawn in the shape of the Soviet star and had shot a man whom they caught chopping a rustic seat for firewood. Above the s lay a slope wooded with chestnut and full of paths carefully graded for the convalescent with kiosks every kilometre, where once postcards and and medicinal water had been on sale. Here for an hour a day in the soft autumn sunshine
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