Paul Cezanne Still Life with a Skull

Paul Cezanne Still Life with a SkullPaul Cezanne Jas de Bouffan the PoolPaul Cezanne House of Pere Lacroix
scrambled up in time to see Arthur hanging grimly on to the handle of the other trolley as the two of them whirred around in a mad centrifugal waltz.
‘Let go! Let go!’ Doreen screamed.
‘I can’t! I can’t!’
‘Well, do wall. The words “Better late than nev” ended in a desperate streak of paint.
‘Show him a wall and a paint pot and he doesn’t know what world he’s in,’ said Doreen.
‘He’s only got a choice of two,’ said Windle, throwing the trolley wheels across the floor. ‘Lupine, keep a look-out in case there’s any more.’ The wheels had been sharp, like ice skates. He was definitely feeling tattered around the legs. Now, how did healing go? Reg Shoe was helped into a sitting position.
‘What’s happening?’ he said.’No-one else wassomething!’There was a pop of inrushing air. The trolley was suddenly not straining against the weight of a middle-aged wholesale, fruit and vegetable entrepreneur but only against a small terrified bat. It rocketed into a marble pillar, bounced off, hit a wall and landed on its back, wheels spinning. ‘The wheels!’ shouted Ludmilla.’Pull the wheels off!’‘I’ll do that,’ said Windle.’You help Reg.’‘Is that Reg down there?’ said Doreen.Windle jerked his thumb towards the distant