Camille Pissarro The Hermitage at Pontoise paintingTheodore Robinson The Ship Yard paintingTheodore Robinson World's Columbian Exposition painting
daily basis, the simulacrum of love; a mask can be satisfied, or at least consoled, by the echo of what it seeks. The desperation there was in him, Jumpy recognized, he'd do anything, put on any damnfool costume, change into any shape, if it earned him a loving word. Saladin, who wasn't by any means unsuccessful with women, see above. The poor stumblebum. Even Pamela, with all her beauty and brightness, hadn't been enough.
It was clear he'd been getting to be a long way from enough for her. Somewhere around the bottom of the second whisky bottle she leaned her head on his shoulder and said boozily, "You can't imagine the relief of being marrying a local financial big-shot. Her tone was very envious. She went on to inform me about a few other mutual acquaintances that had “hooked good catches” in the forms of solicitors, owners and doctors. Such a shame she hadn’t managed to perform the same feat herself as yet.
There was no doubt that she judged the success of these girls purely on how a husband they had married.
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