Peter Paul Rubens Samson and Delilah

Peter Paul Rubens Samson and DelilahJohn William Waterhouse Waterhouse NarcissusJohn William Waterhouse The Lady of Shalott
Well, stop it if you want to, I’m sure. I only keep it wound up for the company.’
Bill Door got up thankfully, stepped gingerly through the forest of ornaments, and grabbed the pinecone shaped pendulum. The wooden owl glared at him and the ticking stopped. at least in the realm of common sound. He was aware that, elsewhere, the pounding of Time continued none the less. How could people endure it? They allowed Time in their houses, as though it was a fiend.
He sat down again .
Miss ‘Running around as if he’s never seen grass before.’
HE LIKES GRASS.
‘And you like animals. I can tell.’
Bill Door nodded. His reserves of small talk, never very liquid, had dried up.
He sat silently for the next couple of hours, hands gripping the arms of the chair, until Miss Flitworth announced that she was going to bed. Then he went back to the barn, and slept.Flitworth had started to knit, ferociously.The fire rustled in the grate.Bill Door leaned back in the chair and stared at the ceiling.‘Your horse enjoying himself?’PARDON?‘Your horse. He seems to be enjoying himself in the meadow,’ prompted Miss Flitworth.OH. YES.