Caravaggio The Conversion on the Way to Damascus painting

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the same message, scrawled across the lower right--hand corner of the cream mounts: _To A., in hopes,from Brunel_. When Gibreel noticed these inscriptions he demanded an explanation, pointing furiously at the cartoons with fully extended arm, while with his free hand he clutched a bedsheet around him (he was attired in this informal manner because he'd decided the time was ripe for him to make a full inspection of the premises, _can't spend one's whole ljfe on one's back, or even yours_, he'd said); Allie, forgivably, laughed. "You look like Brutus, all murder and dignity," she teased him. "The picture of an honourable man." He shocked her by shouting violently: "Tell me at once who the bastard is."
"You can't be serious," she said. Jack Brunel worked as an animator, was in his late fifties and had known her father. She had never had the faintest interest in him, but he had taken to courting her by the strangulated, wordless method of sending her, from time to time, these graphic gifts.