Thursday, April 2, 2009

John William Waterhouse Pandora

John William Waterhouse PandoraJohn William Waterhouse LamiaVincent van Gogh The Yellow House
professional to another. Bill Door said: AND YOU ARE -?
The Death of Rats nodded.
SQUEAK.
I REMEMBER, said Bill Door, WHEN YOU WERE A PART OF ME.
The Death of Rats squeaked again.
Bill Door fumbled in the pockets of his overall. He’d put some of his lunch in there. Ah, yes.
I at their flight in and out of the high barred windows. Death had wondered, at the time, why anyone would do something like that.
I WON’T DELAY YOU, he said. I EXPECT YOU’VE GOT THINGS TO DO.
RATS TO SEE. I KNOW HOW IT IS.
And now he understood.EXPECT, he said, THAT YOU COULD MURDER A PIECE OF CHEESE?The Death of Rats took it graciously.Bill Door remembered visiting an old man once - only once - who had spent almost his entire life locked in a cell in a tower for some alleged crime little birds for company during his life sentence. They crapped on his bedding and ate his food, but he tolerated them and smiled

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