Gustave Courbet paintings

Gustave Courbet paintings
Guido Reni paintings
George Inness paintings
Betty’s passion for me. Funny what excites a young girl—with you a guitar, with Betty a ducking.”
“Well, I think that’s rather romantic. It sort of brings you and Charles closer.”
“Very close indeed. It was more than romantic. She was too young at the beginning—just a girlish crush. I thought she would get over it. Then, when I was wounded, she took to visiting me every day in hospital and the first day I came out—you won’t be able to understand the sort of exhilaration a man feels at a time like that, or the appeal lameness has for some women, or the sense of general irresponsibility we all had during the blitz—I’m not trying to excuse myself. I was not the first man. She had grown up since the splash in the lake. It only lasted a week. Strictly perhaps I should have married her, but I was less strict in those days. I married your mother instead. You can’t complain about that. If I hadn’t, you wouldn’t exist. Betty had to look elsewhere and fortunately that ass Albright turned up in the nick. Yes, Charles is your brother, so how could I help loving him?”
Soundlessly Barbara rose from the seat and sped through the twilight, stumbled on