Pino Angelica painting

Pino Angelica painting
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He stood gaping stupidly. It was long since he had seen the Archdeacon, and Dom Claude was one of those grave and intense men who invariably upset a sceptical philosopher’s equilibrium.
The Archdeacon kept silence for some moments, during which Gringoire found leisure to observe him more closely. He thought Dom Claude greatly altered, pallid as a winter’s morning, hollow–eyed, his hair nearly white. The priest was the first to break this silence:
“How fares it with you, Maitre Pierre?”he asked in a cold and even tone.
“My health?”returned Gringoire. “Well, as to that, it has its ups and downs; but on the whole, I may say it is good. I am moderate in all things. You know, master, the secret, according to Hippocrates; ‘id est: cibi, potus, somni, venus, omnia moderata sunt.”’ Food, drink, sleep, love — all in moderation.
“You have no care then, Maitre Gringoire?”resumed the priest, fixing Gringoire with a penetrating eye.
“Faith, not I.”
“And what are you doing now?”