Camille Pissarro Boulevard Montmarte painting

Camille Pissarro Boulevard Montmarte paintingClaude Lorrain The Rest on the Flight into Egypt paintingClaude Lorrain Landscape with Shepherds painting
He said, "I never flew, no. I was twenty when I got sick. I'd thought I was past the age, safe. It was a terrible blow. My parents had already spent a good deal of money, made sacrifices to get me into college. I was doing well in college. I liked learning. I had an intellect. To lose a year was bad enough. I wasn't going to let this eat up my whole life. To me the wings are simply excrescences. Growths. Impediments to walking, dancing, sitting in a civilised manner on a normal chair, wearing decent clothing. I refused to let something like that get in the way of my education, my life. Fliers are stupid, their brains go all to feathers. I wasn't going to trade in my mind for a chance to flitter about over rooftops. I'm more interested in what goes on under the roofs. I don't care for scenery. I prefer people. And I wanted a I wanted to marry, to have children. My father was a kind man; he died when I was sixteen, and I'd always thought that if