I don't know about you, but at first I fancied that this portly eighteenth-century monk was holding a slice of pizza. In fact, the Portuguese brother is holding a reliquary of the Mother of God.
The abode of this good soul is Newstead Abbey in England, which was the home of Lord Byron from about the age of 10.
At the close of the Strugatskys' "Roadside Picnic" the Golden Sphere is asked for this: "Happiness for everybody, free, and let nobody go away unsatisfied!" I do not promise to leave no one aggrieved, but the digest really does come free. So, here is the
Frederic Leighton. “Daedalus and Icarus”, 1869 Daedalus warns his son not to climb too high: the heat of the sun may melt the wax, but Icarus is already gazing into the distance, and the lamentations of a foolish old man interest him not in the least
