Caravaggio The Entombment of Christ

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is a proud moment for me,’ he said hoarsely. ‘I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I can honestly say this is the happiest day of my life. I want you to know that. Tommy. Sincerely.’
The reverential silence was broken by a faint sniggering.
Dibbler looked around slowly. There was no-one behind them apart from a small grey mongrel dog sitting in the shade of a long way.
There weren’t any farms around Holy Wood. Anyway, who’d grow things when they could be making movies?
Then he reported to Gaffer for his screen test.
This consisted of standing still for a minute while the handleman watched him owlishly over a heap of lumber. It noticed his expression and put its head on one side. ‘Woof?’ it said. Cut-me-own-Throat Dibbler looked around momentarily for something to throw, realized that this would be out of character, and turned back to the imprisoned Silverfish. ‘You know,’ he said sincerely, ‘it’s really lucky for me that I met you.’ Lunch in a tavern had cost Victor the dollar plus a couple of pence. It was a bowl of soup. Everything cost a lot, said the soup-seller, because it all had to be brought