klimt painting the kiss

klimt painting the kiss
Head of Christ
Hylas and the Nymphs
jesus christ on the cross
¡¡¡¡"Yes, Jerry," repeated Mr. Cruncher sitting down to tea. "Ah! It is yes, Jerry. That's about it. You may say yes, Jerry." ¡¡¡¡Mr. Cruncher had no particular meaning in these sulky corroborations, but made use of them, as people not unfrequently do, to express general ironical dissatisfaction. ¡¡¡¡"You and your yes, Jerry," said Mr. Cruncher, taking a bite out of his bread-and-butter, and seeming to help it down with a large invisible oyster out of his saucer. "Ah! I think so. I believe you." ¡¡¡¡"You are going out to-night?" asked his decent wife, when he took another bite. ¡¡¡¡"Yes, I am." ¡¡¡¡"May I go with you, father?" asked his son, briskly. ¡¡¡¡"No, you mayn't. I'm a going- as your mother knows- a fishing. That's where I'm going to. Going a fishing." ¡¡¡¡"Your fishing-rod gets rayther rusty; don't it, father?" ¡¡¡¡"Never you mind." ¡¡¡¡"Shall you bring any fish home, father?" ¡¡¡¡"If I don't, you'll have short commons, to-morrow," returned that gentleman, shaking his head; "that's questions enough for you; I ain't a going out, till you've been long abed." ¡¡¡¡He devoted himself during the remainder of the evening to keeping a most vigilant watch on Mrs. Cruncher, and sullenly holding her in conversation that she might be prevented from meditating any petitions to his disadvantage. With this view, he urged his son to hold her in conversation also, and led the unfortunate woman a hard life by dwelling on any causes of complaint he could bring against her, rather than he would leave her for a moment to her own reflections. The devoutest person could have rendered no greater homage to the efficacy of an honest prayer than he did in this distrust of his wife. It was as if a professed unbeliever in ghosts should be frightened by a ghost story.