Van Gogh Painting

Van Gogh Painting
In a moment all the heavy sorrow and misery which sleep had banished were upon him again, and he realized that he was no longer a petted prince in a palace, with the adoring eyes of a nation upon him, but a pauper, an outcast, clothed in rags, prisoner in a den fit only for beasts, and consorting with beggars and thieves.
Van Gogh Painting
In the midst of his grief he began to be conscious of hilarious noises and shoutings, apparently but a block or two away. The next moment there were several sharp raps at the door; John Canty ceased from snoring and said:
"Who knocketh? What wilt thou?"
A voice answered:
"Know'st thou who it was thou laid thy cudgel on?"
"No. Neither know I, nor care."
Van Gogh Painting