Claude Monet Poplars on the Epte painting

Claude Monet Poplars on the Epte paintingBerthe Morisot Behind the Blinds paintingBerthe Morisot The Harbor at Lorient painting
and all, crying: "Father Christmas is dead! I have killed him! I am The Mao: no presents for anyone! Hee! Hee! Hee!" Allie on Everest, remembering, winced -- her mother's wince, she realized, transferred to her frosted face.
The tent at Camp Four, 27,600 feet, the idea which seemed at times to be her father's daemon sounded banal, emptied of meaning, of _atmosphere_, by the altitude. "Everest silences you," she confessed to Gibreel Far-- ishta in a bed above which parachute silk formed a canopy of hollow Himalayas. "When you come down, nothing seems worth saying, nothing at all. You find the nothingness wrapping you up, like a sound. Non-being. You can't keep it up, of course. The world rushes in soon enough. What shuts you up is, I think, the sight you've had of perfection: why speak if you can't manage perfect thoughts, perfect sentences? It feels like a betrayal of what you've been through. But it fades; you accept that certain compromises, closures, are required if you're to continue." They spent most of their