Jose Royo Tarde en el Campo painting

Jose Royo Tarde en el Campo paintingJose Royo Primavera paintingPino remember when painting
shrine to pay homage. Have I changed? Would you recognize me? Where are, the pictures? Let me explain them to you.’
Anthony Blanche had not changed from when I last saw him; not, indeed, from when I first saw him. He swept lightly across the room to the most prominent canvas - a jungle landscape paused a moment, his head cocked like a knowing terrier, and asked:
‘Where, my dear Charles, did you find this sumptuous greenery? The comer of a hothouse at T-t-rent or T-t-tring? What gorgeous usurer nurture.d these fronds for your pleasure?’ Then he made a tour of the two rooms; once or twice he sighed deeply, otherwise he kept silence. When he came to the end he sighed once more, more deeply than ever, and said: ‘But they tell me, My dear, you are happy in love. That is everything, is it not, or nearly everything?’

‘Are they as bad as that?’