Henri Rousseau The Football Players

Henri Rousseau The Football PlayersPaul Cezanne Young Man with a SkullPaul Cezanne Trees in Park
whole family, including the goat, got under the table.
It wasn’t that Nanny Ogg sang badly. It was just that she could hit notes which, when amplified by a tin bath half full of water, ceased to be sound and became some sort of inva-sive presence.
There had been plenty of singers whose high notes could smash a glass, but Nanny’s high C could clean it.
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“—to laugh at us not being any good at being no good at acting.”
“I don’t see what’s funny about a bunch of rude artisans trying to do a play anyway,” said Weaver.Morris Men sat glumly on the turf, passing an earthenware jug between them. It had not been a good rehearsal.“Don’t work, does it?” said Thatcher.“’S’not funny, that I do know,” said Weaver. “Can’t see the king killing himself laughing at us playing a bunch of mechanical artisans not being very good at doin’ a play.” “You’re just no good at it,” said Jason.“We’re sposed to be no good at it,” said Weaver.“Yeah, but you’re no good at acting like someone who’sho good at acting,” said Tinker. “I don’t know how, but youain’t. You can’t expect all the fine lords and ladies—“