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Sunday, June 26, 2005


While ambling through oor fine wee National Gallery today, I overheard a lady who seemed a bit disturbed - that is, she was walking through talking quite loudly either to herself or to someone who wasn't there, and not in a way that just suggested a distracted academic. What I heard her say was:
'In this light, you can't recognised half these people,
but -
[while walking past these* paintings]
I know who they are, that's Our Lord and Our Lady.'

Beautiful, somehow. Recognising the Lord - possible and necessary whatever the state of one's mind.

*Actually I think that's a different painting of the same subject by the same chap.