leonardo da vinci self portrait

leonardo da vinci self portrait
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
klimt painting the kiss
¡¡¡¡Next noontide saw the admirable woman in her usual place in the wine-shop, knitting away assiduously. A rose lay beside her, and if she now and then glanced at the flower, it was with no infraction of her usual preoccupied air. There were a few customers, drinking or not drinking, standing or seated, sprinkled about. The day was very hot, and heaps of flies, who were extending their inquisitive and adventurous perquisitions into all the glutinous little glasses near madame, fell dead at the bottom. Their decease made no impression on the other flies out promenading, who looked at them in the coolest manner (as if they themselves were elephants, or something as far removed), until they met the same fate. Curious to consider how heedless flies are!- perhaps they thought as much at Court that sunny summer day. ¡¡¡¡A figure entering at the door threw a shadow on Madame Defarge which she felt to be a new one. She laid down her knitting, and began to pin her rose in her head-dress, before she looked at the figure. ¡¡¡¡It was curious. The moment Madame Defarge took up the rose, the customers ceased talking, and began gradually to drop out of the wineshop. ¡¡¡¡"Good day, madame," said the new-comer. ¡¡¡¡"Good day, monsieur." ¡¡¡¡She said it aloud, but added to herself, as she resumed her knitting: "Hah! Good day, age about forty, height about five feet nine, black hair, generally rather handsome visage, complexion dark, eyes dark, thin, long and sallow face, aquiline nose but not straight, having a peculiar inclination towards the left cheek which imparts a sinister expression! Good day, one and all!"