Mary Cassatt Children Playing On The Beach painting

Mary Cassatt Children Playing On The Beach paintingMary Cassatt Tea paintingEdward Hopper Gas painting
roused up and mad at it and ready to beat it—because you know that of Jay, Mary, probably better than anyone else on earth. He didn’t know what fear was. Danger only made him furious—and tremendously alert. It made him every inch of the man he was. And the next instant it was all over. Not even time to know it was hopeless, Mary. Not even one instant of pain, because that kind of blow is much too violent to give pain. Immediate pain. Just an instant of surprise and every faculty at its absolute height, and then just a tremendous blinding shock, and then nothing. You see, Mary?”
She nodded.
“I saw his face, Mary. It just looked startled, and resolute, and mad as hell. Not one trace of fear or pain.”
“There wouldn’t have been any fear, anyway,” she said.
“I saw him—stripped—at the undertaker’s,” Andrew said. “Mary, there wasn’t