Amedeo Modigliani the Reclining Nude

Amedeo Modigliani the Reclining NudeAlphonse Maria Mucha SummerAlphonse Maria Mucha Spring
Patrician watched them carefully. For some reason he felt very uneasy in the presence of glass but that, as he stared fixedly open door, while giving himself a philosophic scratch. Then he turned and shut out the night.
It was warm in the Library. It was always warm in the Library, because the scatter of magic that produced the glow also gently cooked the air.
The Librarian looked at his charges approvingly, made his last rounds of the slumbering shelves, and then dragged his blanket underneath his desk, ate a goodnight banana, and fell asleepat the insects, wasn't what bothered him most.What bothered him was that he was fighting a terrible urge to catch them with his tongue.And Wuffles lay on his back at his master's feet, and barked in his dreams. Lights were going on all over the city, but the last few strands of sunset illuminated the gargoyles as they helped one another up the long climb to the roof.The Librarian watched them from the