Peter Paul Rubens Rape of the Daughters of Leucippus

Peter Paul Rubens Rape of the Daughters of LeucippusPeter Paul Rubens Garden of LoveWinslow Homer The Herring Net
minutes, hours, days, months, years, centuries and ages.
But the FLOWERS.
Druto hesitated only for a moment.
‘And the, er, destination for these -‘
A LADY.
‘And do you have any pref -‘

‘Ah? Are you sure that lilies are -?’
I LIKE LILIES.
‘Um . . . it’s just that lilies are a little bit sombre -‘ I LIKE SOMB - The figure hesitated.
WHAT DO YOU RECOMMEND?
Druto slipped smoothly into gear.’Roses are always very well received,’ he said. ‘Or orchids. Many gentlemen these days tell me that ladies find a single specimen orchid more acceptable than a bunch of roses -‘ GIVE ME LOTS.Universe hand went around once.At least, until someone wound up the clockwork.And Death returned home with a handful of Time.A shop bell jangled.Druto Pole, florist, looked over a spray of floribunda Mrs Shooer. Someone was standing among the vases of flowers. They looked slightly indistinct; in fact. even afterwards, Druto was never sure who had been in his shop and how his words had actually sounded.He oiled forward, rubbing his hands.‘How may I hel -‘