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oil painting artist
nude oil painting
oil painting from picture
famous painting
It being Sunday evening some villagers who had known him during his residence here were standing in a group in their best clothes. Jude was startled by a salute from one of them: ¡¡¡¡ "Ye've got there right enough, then!" ¡¡¡¡ Jude showed that he did not understand. ¡¡¡¡ "Why, to the seat of l'arning--the 'City of Light' you used to talk to us about as a little boy! Is it all you expected of it?" ¡¡¡¡ "Yes; more!" cried Jude. ¡¡¡¡ "When I was there once for an hour I didn't see much in it for my part; auld crumbling buildings, half church, half almshouse, and not much going on at that." ¡¡¡¡ "You are wrong, John; there is more going on
oil paintingthan meets the eye of a man walking through the streets. It is a unique centre of thought and religion--the intellectual and spiritual granary of this country. All that silence and absence of goings-on is the stillness of infinite motion--the sleep of the spinning-top, to borrow the simile of a well-known writer." ¡¡¡¡ "Oh, well, it med be all that, or it med not. As I say, I didn't see nothing of it the hour or two I was there; so I went in and had a pot o' beer, and a penny loaf, and a ha'porth o' cheese, and waited till it was time to come along home. You've j'ined a college by this time, I suppose?" ¡¡¡¡ "Ah, no!" said Jude. "I am almost as far off that as ever."