William Bouguereau The Broken Pitcher

William Bouguereau The Broken PitcherWilliam Bouguereau Love Takes Flight
Andy Warhol Mao 1972
Where is it? What have you done with it? How did you attack Dr. Cooper?" said the President's harsh voice as the light fell across the bed.
Mrs. Coulter threw up an arm to shade her eyes and struggled to sit up.
"You do like to keep your guests entertained," she said drowsily. "Is I have to do? And who is Dr. Cooper?"
The guard fromsit up, had found the locket on the pillow. She stopped, picked it up, and looked at the President with wide-open sleepy eyes, and Lord Roke saw a superb piece of acting as she said, puzzled, "But this is my... what's it doing here? Father MacPhail, who's been in here? Someone has taken this from around my neck. And, where is Lyra's hair? There was a lock of my child's hair in here. Who's take the gatehouse had come in with Father MacPhail and was shining a torch into the corners of the room and under the bed. The President was slightly disconcerted: Mrs. Coulter's eyes were heavy with sleep, and she could hardly see in the glare from the corridor light. It was obvious that she hadn't uest of the Who is it? Who came here with you? Where is he?""I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about. And what's this... ?"Her hand, which she'd put down to help herself n it? Why? What's going on?"