Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting

Rembrandt The Return of the Prodigal Son painting
Edvard Munch The Scream painting
Gustav Klimt Mother and Child detail from The Three Ages of Woman painting
Angrily I replied that neither he nor I was going anywhere until the issue between us was resolved.
"You go ahead," I told Anastasia. "I'm going to end this right now, one way or the other."
Bray bristled and said: "Pah."
Virginia Hector's growing delirium permitted no tarrying; Anastasia cast us a troubled last glance from the doorway. "You won't fight?"
"Of course not," Bray said grimly, and the women left. I myself was by no means so certain: a showdown between us, I now conceived, was what my whole day's labor had been pointed to, as the final separation of Truth and Falsehood. And I had no real fear of him, though he was both taller and heavier than myself -- only a kind of uneasiness inspired by his manner and smell, which however would not have stayed my hand had I chosen to take stick to him. But he proposed now, with a kind of dry distaste, that the surest and fittingest way to resolve our differences was to go down forthwith together into WESCAC's Belly: not only could I take the Finals (which he would gladly administer himself