Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Arrival of the Boats

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lettering artist tugged at his sleeve.
‘I was just wondering, Mr Soll, what you wanted me to put in the big scene now Victor doesn’t mention ribs‑‘
‘Don’t worry me now, man!’
‘But if you could just give me an idea‑‘
Soll firmly he knew he was doing it right.
He’d trapped everything from zebras to thargas in his time, and what had he got to show for it? But yesterday, when he’d taken a load of skins into N’kouf, he’d heard a trader say that if any man ever built a better mousetrap, then the world would beat a path to his door.unhooked the man’s hand from his sleeve. ‘Frankly,’ he said, ‘I don’t give a damn,’ and he strode off towards the set.The artist was left alone. He picked up his paintbrush. His lips moved silently, shaping themselves around the words.Then he said, ‘Hmm. Nice one.’ Banana N’Vectif, cunningest hunter in the great yellow plains of Klatch, held his breath as he tweezered the last piece into place. Rain drummed on the roof of his hut.There. That was it.He’d never done anything like this before, but