Henri Matisse Le bonheur de vivre

Henri Matisse Le bonheur de vivreGeorges Seurat The CircusGeorges Seurat Le Chahut
'Mr and Mrs Harebut, was that what you had in mind?' he said bluntly.
Her eyes widened. 'Well-’ she began.
'Which one did Warm water flooded down the front of Nijel's vest. He lifted himself cautiously, and then nudged Conina.
Together they scrambled through the slush and mud to the top of the slope, climbed through a logjam of smashed timber and boulders, and stared at the scene.
The glaciers were retreating, under a cloud stuffed with lightning. Behind them the landscape was a net­work of lakes and pools.you intend to be?' he said.The leading glacier smashed into the clearing just behind its bow wave, its top lost in a cloud of its own cre­ation.At exactly the same time the trees opposite it bent low as a hot wind blew from the Rim. It was loaded with voices - petulant, bickering voices - and tore into the clouds like a hot iron into water.Conina and Nijel threw themselves down into snow which turned to warm slush under them. Something like a thunderstorm crashed overhead, filled with shout­ing and what they at first thought were screams although, thinking about them later, they seemed more like angry arguments. It went on for a long time, and then began to fade in the direction of the Hub.