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Updated: June 13, 2025
At the sight of that the artistic devil with the red eye began to scream. "Three masterpieces culminating masterpieces." Harringay delivered cut two across the demon, and followed with a thrust in the eye. There was an indistinct rumbling. "Four masterpieces," and a spitting sound. But Harringay had the upper hand now and meant to keep it.
His danger only nerved him to action, so he says. So he planted a dab of vermilion in his creature's mouth. The Italian spluttered and tried to wipe it off evidently horribly surprised. And then according to Harringay there began a very remarkable struggle, Harringay splashing away with the red paint, and the picture wriggling about and wiping it off as fast as he put it on.
And so on through the form. Then Harringay rose after the manner of the debater who is conscious that he is going to say the popular thing. "Sir " he began. "Sit down, Harringay." Harringay gracefully waved aside the absurd command.
Though, for example, he seems afraid to approach me, he actually engaged in a mild flirtation with Gladys Harringay to awaken my interest in him. His intention was so obvious that I found it actually amusing. Any one could see through it. Poor fellow, perhaps he thinks the idea of evoking love by first arousing jealousy is a new one. He is an infant in such matters. I intend him to remain so.
"Two masterpieces," said the demon. "Two indubitable masterpieces for a Chelsea artist's soul. It's a bargain?" Harringay replied with the paint brush. For a few minutes nothing could be heard but the brush going and the spluttering and ejaculations of the Italian. A lot of the strokes he caught on his arm and hand, though Harringay got over his guard often enough.
The armour won't do, though. Too Camelot. How about a scarlet robe and call him 'One of the Sacred College'? Humour in that, and an appreciation of Middle Italian History." "There's always Benvenuto Cellini," said Harringay; "with a clever suggestion of a gold cup in one corner. But that would scarcely suit the complexion."
"No! don't go hitting me with paint again, because it's true. You have been trying to fluke an expression on my face all the morning. Really, you haven't an idea what your picture ought to look like." "I have," said Harringay. "You have not," said the picture: "You never have with your pictures.
"Sir," he said, "I think I am expressing the general consensus of opinion among my ahem fellow-students, when I say that this class sincerely regrets the unfortunate state the solutions have managed to get themselves into." "Hear, hear!" from a back bench. "It is with " "Sit down, Harringay." "It is with heartfelt " "Harringay, if you do not sit down " "As your ludship pleases." This sotto voce.
"Call it 'Portrait of a Gentleman," said Harringay; "A Certain Gentleman." "Won't do," said Harringay, still keeping up his courage. "Kind of thing they call Bad Taste. That sneer will have to come out. That gone, and a little more fire in the eye never noticed how warm his eye was before and he might do for ? What price Passionate Pilgrim?
"I want to make you an offer a genuine offer. It's right what I'm saying. You lack inspirations. Well. No doubt you've heard of the Cathedral of Cologne, and the Devil's Bridge, and " "Rubbish," said Harringay. "Do you think I want to go to perdition simply for the pleasure of painting a good picture, and getting it slated. Take that." His blood was up.
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