leonardo da vinci last supper painting

leonardo da vinci last supper painting
'Down, Pilot!' I again said. He checked the water on its way to his
lips, and seemed to listen: he drank, and put the glass down. 'This is
you, Mary, is it not?'
'Mary is in the kitchen,' I answered.
He put out his hand with a quick gesture, but not seeing where I
stood, he did not touch me. 'Who is this? Who is this?' he demanded,
trying, as it seemed, to see with those sightless eyes- unavailing and
distressing attempt! 'Answer me- speak again!' he ordered, imperiously
and aloud.
'Will you have a little more water, sir? I spilt half of what was
in the glass,' I said.
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
'Who is it? What is it? Who speaks?'
'Pilot knows me, and John and Mary know I am here. I came only this
evening,' I answered.
'Great God!- what delusion has come over me? What sweet madness has
seized me?'
'No delusion- no madness: your mind, sir, is too strong for
delusion, your health too sound for frenzy.'
'And where is the speaker? Is it only a voice? Oh! I cannot see,
but I must feel, or my heart will stop and my brain burst. Whatever-
leonardo da vinci last supper painting