Peter Paul Rubens The Straw Hat

Peter Paul Rubens The Straw HatPeter Paul Rubens Duke of LermaJohn William Godward Dolce far niente
There was a speck in the sun now, speeding toward the Citadel. And the little voice was saying left left left up up left right a bit up left-The mass of metal under him was getting uncomfortably hot.
"He comes now," said Brutha.
Vorbis waved his hand to the great facade of the temple. "Men built this. We built this," he said. "And what did Om do? Om comes? Let say why.
The eagle sped across the square, so low that people ducked. Then it cleared the roof of the temple and curved away towards the mountains. The watchers relaxed. It was only an eagle. For a moment there, just for a moment . . .
No one saw the tiny speck, tumbling down from the sky.
Don't put your faith in gods. But you can believe in turtles.him come! Let him judge between us!""He comes now," Brutha repeated. "The God."People looked apprehensively upward. There was that moment, just one moment, when the world holds its breath and against all experience waits for a miracle.-up left now, when I say three, one, two, THREE-"Vorbis?" croaked Brutha."What?" snapped the deacon."You're going to die."It was hardly a whisper, but it bounced off the bronze doors and carried across the Place . . .It made people uneasy, although they couldn't quite