Rene Magritte Donna

Rene Magritte DonnaArthur Hughes The Long EngagementArthur Hughes The King's OrchardGeorge Inness OctoberAlbert Bierstadt Valley of the Yosemite
And Howondaland Smith, Balgrog Hunter, practic’ly eats the dark for his tea,’ said Gaspode.
‘Yes, but I’m not those people!’ wailed Victor.
‘Try tellin’‘Hang on,’ he said. ‘If the torch goes out, we could get horribly lost.’
‘No, we can’t,’ said Gaspode. ‘Sense of smell, see?’ that to all those people who handed over their pennies to watch you bein’ ‘em,’ said Gaspode. He scratched at an insomniac flea. ‘Cor, it’d be a laugh to have a handleman here now, wouldn’t it?’ he said, cheerfully. ‘Wot a comedy feature it’d make. Mr Hero Not Goin’ Into the Dark, we could call it. It’d be better’n Turkey Legs. It’d be funnier’n A Night At The Arena. I reckon people’d queue fo‑‘‘All right, all right,’ said Victor. ‘I’ll go a little way in, perhaps.’ He looked around desperately at the dried‑up trees around the hollow. ‘And I’ll make a torch,’ he added. He’d expected spiders and dampness and possibly snakes, if nothing worse . . .Instead, there was just a dry, roughly square passageway, leading slightly downwards. The air had a slightly salty smell, suggesting that somewhere the tunnel was connected to the sea.Victor took a few paces along it, and stopped.