A lady visited Matisse in his studio. Inspecting one of his latest works she unwisely said: “But surely the arm of this woman is much too long”; “Madame,” the artist replied, “you are mistaken. This is not a woman, this is a picture.”
A lady visited Matisse in his studio. Inspecting one of his latest works she unwisely said: “But surely the arm of this woman is much too long”; “Madame,” the artist replied, “you are mistaken. This is not a woman, this is a picture.”
Wordplay addding subtrcting multimultiplying div id ing
G K Chesterton When Plain Folk, such as you or I, See the Sun sinking in the sky, We think…
A DirgeRough Wind, that moanest loudGrief too sad for song;Wild wind, when sullen cloudKnells all the night long;Sad storm, whose…