Vladimir Volegov paintings

Vladimir Volegov paintings
Vincent van Gogh paintings
Vittore Carpaccio paintings
Disembodied’ is the word. Perhaps I need a drink. In fact I know I do. This whole B of Babs has come as a shock—at a most unsuitable time. I might go and see the booby doctor.”
And, later, he set off along the corridor which led to the administrative office. He set off but had hardly hobbled six short paces when his newly sharpened con stabbed him. Was this the etherealized, the reborn Basil slinking off like a schoolboy to seek the permission of a booby doctor for a simple adult indulgence? He turned aside and made for the gym.
There he found two large ladies in bathing-dresses sitting astride a low horse. They swallowed hastily and brushed crumbs from their lips. A rubbery young man in vest and shorts addressed him sternly: “One moment, sir. You can’t come in here without an appointment.”
“My visit is unprofessional,” said Basil. “I want a word with you.”
The young man looked doubtful. Basil drew his note case from his pocket and tapped it on the knob of his cane.