Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Paul Gauguin The Siesta painting

Paul Gauguin The Siesta paintingPaul Gauguin Tahitian Village paintingPaul Gauguin Still Life with Oranges painting

The bastard. Old bastard. He wanted me off-balance, and here l am, knocked sideways. I won't speak, why should I, not like this, the humiliation_. "There was," said Saladin Chamcha, "a wallet of pounds, and there was a roasted chicken."
o o o
Of what did the son accuse the father? Of everything: espionage on child-self, rainbow-pot-stealing, exile. Of turning him into what he might not have become. Of making-a-man of. Of whatwill-I-tell-my-friends. Of irreparable sunderings and offensive forgiveness. Of succumbing to Allah-worship with new wife and also to blasphemous worship of late spouse. Above all, of magic-lampism, of being an open-sesamist. Everything had come easily to him, charm, women, , power, position. Rub, poof, genie, wish, at once master, hey presto. He was a father who had promised, and then withheld, a magic lamp.
o o o
Changez, Zeeny, Vallabh, Kasturba remained motionless and silent

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