Henri Rousseau Woman Walking in an Exotic Forest

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you listen to the man?’ said Dibbler, talking to the sky again. He glared at the artist. ‘She doesn’t look like two of them, does she? One Spink, two Spinks. Now get on with it. I want those posters all round the city first thing ‘I think it’s meant to be, dear,’ she said doubtfully.
‘I thought swords had to be straight,’ said Victor. Outside, he could hear Dibbler asking the sky why everyone was so stupid.
‘Perhaps they start out straight and go bendy with use,’ said the old lady, patting him on the hand. ‘A lot of things do.’ tomorrow.’ The artist gave Victor an agonized look he was coming to recognize. Everyone around Dibbler wore them after a while. ‘Right you are, Mr Dibbler,’ he said. ‘Right.’ Dibbler turned to Victor. ‘Why aren’t you changed?’ he said. Victor ducked quickly into a tent. A little old lady[10] shaped like a cottage loaf helped him into a costume apparently made of sheets inexpertly dyed black, although given the current state of accommodation in Holy Wood they were probably just sheets taken off a bed at random. Then she handed him a curved sword. ‘Why’s it bent?’ he asked.