Friday, August 29, 2008

Vincent van Gogh Almond Branches in Bloom painting

Vincent van Gogh Almond Branches in Bloom paintingJoseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal Venice paintingJohn Singer Sargent El Jaleo painting
You couldn't kill anybody!" I insisted. "You're too passèd!"
But as the news-report had said, Max declared he was not passèd, never had been -- until just a few hours previously. True, he had thought himself a charitable man and a gentle lover of studentdom, to whose welfare he had ostensibly dedicated all his works: thus he had invented the EATer, to protect men from being EATen; sheltered and raised me as a goat, lest I succumb to human failings; rejected Grand Tutors in favor of ordinary schoolteachers, believing education could lead men from their misery to a better campus. And he had been proud to be a member of the class least subject as he thought to hating, because most often hated.
"That's all true!" I protested. "You're a hate-hater! You're a love-lover!"
"I used to think," Max went on quietly, as if dictating a confession, "if Graduation meant anything at all, it meant relieving human suffering. Not so. Sufferingis Graduation."
"Bray's been talking to you!" I charged. "Why didn't you send him away?"
"The Moishians have a name for Shafting Grand Tutors," Max replied.

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