Allan R.Banks paintings

Allan R.Banks paintings
Andrea Mantegna paintings
other; ‘get him hanged! Why not? Anything - anything can be done in this country. That’s what I say; nobody here, you understand, here, can endanger your position. And why? You stand the climate - you outlast them all. The danger is in Europe; but there before I left I took care to -’ They moved off and whispered, then their voices rose again. ‘The extraordinary series of delays is not my fault. I did my best.’ The fat man sighed. ‘Very sad.’ ‘And the pestiferous absurdity of his talk,’ continued the other; ‘he bothered me enough when he was here. “Each station should be like a beacon on the road towards better things, a centre for trade of course, but also for humanizing, improving, instructing.” Conceive you - that ass! And he wants to be manager! No, it’s -’ Here he got choked by excessive indignation, and I lifted my head the least bit. I was surprised to see how near they were - right under me. I could have spat upon their hats. They were looking on the ground, absorbed in thought. The manager was switching his leg with a slender twig: his sagacious relative lifted his head. ‘You have been well since you came out this time?’ he asked. The other gave a start. ‘Who? I? Oh! Like a charm - like a charm. But the rest - oh, my goodness! All sick. They die so quick, too, that I