Vincent van Gogh Poppies 1886

Vincent van Gogh Poppies 1886Vincent van Gogh field of poppiesHenri Matisse Goldfish
. He looked up as Mort came in, keeping one calcareous finger marking his place, and grinned. There wasn't much of an alternative.
AH, he said, and then paused. Then he scratched his chin, with a noise like a fingernail being pulled across a comb.
WHO moved.
IS IT BY ANY CHANCE POSSIBLE THAT YOU FAIL TO UNDERSTAND ME?
'Not fully, sir,' said Mort.
DUNG, BOY. DUNG. ALBERT HAS A COMPOSTTHERE'S A WHEELBARROW SOMEWHERE ON THE PREMISES. GET ON WITH IT.
Mort nodded mournfully. 'Yes, sir. I see, sir. Sir?'
YES?ARE YOU, BOY?'Mort, sir,' said Mort. 'Your apprentice. You remember?'Death stared at him for some time. Then the pinpoint blue eyes turned back at the book.OH YES, he said, MORT. WELL, BOY, DO YOU SINCERELY WISH TO LEARN THE UTTERMOST SECRETS OF TIME AND SPACE?'Yes, sir. I think so, sir.'GOOD. THE STABLES ARE AROUND THE BACK. THE SHOVEL HANGS JUST INSIDE THE DOOR.He looked down. He looked up. Mort hadn't