Thomas Gainsborough Mrs Sheridan

Thomas Gainsborough Mrs SheridanSandro Botticelli Venus and MarsJean Beraud La Rue de la Paix
‑ they glowed.
In theory it was, around now, Literature. Susan hated Literature. She'd much prefer to read a good book. Currently she had Wold's , school kept on trying to interfere with it.
Around her, the poet's vision was taken apart with inexpert tools.
The kitchen was built on the same gargantuan lines as the rest of the house. An army of cooks could get lost in it. The far walls were hidden in the shadows and the stovepipe, supported at intervals by soot‑covered chains and bits of greasy rope, disappeared into the gloom somewhere a quarter of a mile above the floor. At least, it did to the eye of the outsider.Logic and Paradox open on her desk and was reading it with her chin in her hands.She listened with half an ear to what the rest of the class was doing.It was a poem about daffodils.Apparently the poet had liked them very much.Susan was quite stoical about this. It was a free country. People could like daffodils if they wanted to. They just should not, in Susan's very definite and precise opinion, be allowed to take up more than a page to say so.She got on with her education. In her opinion