Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Before Bathing

Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida Before BathingJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beaching the BoatJoaquin Sorolla y Bastida Beach at ValenciaAlexandre Cabanel HarmonyThomas Gainsborough Shepherd Boys with Dogs Fighting
Something that both Dibblers were agreed on was that, if they’d been in charge, no‑one would have been able to get away with such a low‑grade war. It was a crime that people should have been allowed to stage a major turning‑point in the history of the city without using thousands of people and camels and ditches and earthworks and C.M.O.T. nodded and was about to raise his hand when Soll’s arm shot out and grabbed it. The nephew was staring intently at the ranged ranks of horsemen.
‘Just one moment,’ he said levelly, and then cupped his hands and raised his voice siege‑engines and trebuckets and horses and banners.‘And in a bloody fog, too,’ said Gaffer. ‘No thought about light levels.’He surveyed the proposed field of battle, shading his eyes from the sun with one hand. There would be eleven handlemen working on this one, from every conceivable angle. One by one they held up their thumbs.Gaffer rapped on the picture box in front of him.‘Ready, lads?’ he said.There was a chorus of squeaks.‘Good lads,’ he said. ‘Get this one right and thee can have an extra lizard for thy tea.’He grasped the handle with one hand and picked up a megaphone with the other.‘Ready when you are, Mr Dibbler!’ he yelled.