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Such happy memories of earlier days
It did not occur to her that he might be protecting himself
She was a puzzle to him
The country he had broken out of was all unknown to them
How delightful to see you!
There was something unusual about him, or something behind him
And there is a dignity in people; a solitude
Try to think as little about yourself as possible
He had, especially in the evening, these sudden thunderclaps of fear
He knew the meaning of the world, he said
Like the pulse of a perfect heart, life struck straight through the streets
Not a sound was to be heard above the traffic
Her only gift was knowing people almost by instinct, she thought, walking on
He was almost too well dressed always
My, my. You’re turning down a beer?
Of course, you know Masaccio was the first to make use of Brunelleschi’s architectural perspective?
No other painter, not even Leonardo, changed so quickly and with such amazing results
You see, Masaccio made an astonishing leap between the style of the San Giovanni triptych and the Trinity
What is interesting is that the doctrine fo redemption is also a blurring, a sfumatura, of space and time
You must see this vaulted ceiling. The perspective, the blurring, the vanishing point
… in seeing the forms in the painting as real, believe in the subject
The receding diagonals give the illusion of reality so that one might, …
We haven’t the advantage of seeing these parts in a catalog or as a print, have we?
Perspective was Masaccio’s theology
He remembered what being alone was like
He had spent four months in the swamps
It was dawn by the time the tiger left the city
There are still too many mysteries around you
‘You will protect me,’ she said. ‘With my life,’ he replied.
There was unquestionably a job vacancy here
Everything he loved was on his doorstep
The darkness did not leave her, but it shuffled to one side
But home was always a troubled, dangerous idea for men
Women are not perfect, one must admit
That night the emperor dreamed of love
I can turn myself at will …
… into a lion
I am a person of strange and varied experience
I have met the king of the fishes and lived in the house of a woman

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