Paul Cezanne Still Life with a Skull

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'Reality is only weak words, you say. Therefore, words are reality. But how can words become history?'
'It was a very good play, the play that I saw,' said Felmet dreamily. 'There were fights, and no-one really died. Some very good speeches, I thought.'
There was another sandpapery sound from the duchess.
'Fool?' she said.
'Lady?'
'Can you storms of the past – the Great Gale of 1789, for example, or Hurricane Zelda and Her Amazing Raining Frogs – had gone through this sort of thing at some stage in their career. It was just part of the great tradition of the weather.write a play? A play that will go around the world, a play that will be remembered long after rumour has died?''No, lady. It is a special talent.''But can you find someone who has it?''There are such people, lady.''Find one,' murmured the duke. 'Find the best. Find the best. The truth will out. Find one.'The storm was resting. It didn't want to be, but it was. It had spent a fortnight understudying a famous anticyclone over the Circle Sea, turning up every day, hanging around in the cold front, grateful for a chance to uproot the occasional tree or whirl a farmhouse to any available emerald city of its choice. But the big break in the weather had never come.It consoled itself with the thought that even the really great