The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott
the night watch by rembrandt
the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
But Wolf Larsen was the man type, the masculine, and almost a god in his perfectness. As he moved about or raised his arms, the great muscles leapt and moved under the satiny skin. I have forgotten to say that the bronze ended with his face. His body, thanks to his Scandinavian stock, was fair as the fairest woman's. I remember his putting his hand up to feel of the wound on his head, and my watching the biceps move like a living thing under its white sheath. ¡¡¡¡He noticed me, and I became aware that I was staring at him. ¡¡¡¡'God made you well,' I said. ¡¡¡¡'Did he?' he answered. 'I have often thought so myself, and wondered why.' ¡¡¡¡'Purpose-' I began. ¡¡¡¡'Utility,' he interrupted. 'This body was made for use. These muscles were made to grip and tear and destroy living things that get between me and life. Feel them,' he commanded.