Gertrude Stein.
I wonder whether she meant that inwardly we are all the same age as one another? That would be a little odd. Or that inwardly each of us remains at one age, that is, an unchanging one? By the sense of it, the second seems more likely.
Inside, we are all the same age
How is this even a thing? Will there be any comment from the very party in question? And yes: young and not so young, seasoned hands and novices, the naive and the prudent alike, let us always read the contract with the utmost care. Whoever proposes that we sign it,
My beloved Centre Pompidou is now wrapped in scaffolding. Until 2030, Paris has one fewer brilliant place of pilgrimage. But, honestly, every time I glance at it in passing, I am afraid: what if it never reopens?
The engraving by the celebrated English master James Heath, executed in 1806 after an original drawing by the eminent Swiss-British artist Henry Fuseli, re-creates one of the most mystical and poignant scenes of Book XXIII of the Iliad. It is the moment when the Greek hero Achilles tries
The Eugène Delacroix Museum has unveiled a new small-scale thematic display devoted to animals in his work