Edward Hopper Queensborough Bridge painting

Edward Hopper Queensborough Bridge paintingEdward Hopper House by the Railroad paintingAmedeo Modigliani the Seated Nude painting
husband of no account, whereas before she could bask in his dignified position? Where was the pride in being made to work for her living, for his living, whereas before she could sit at home in much-befitting pomp? -- And she knew, how could she not, the sadness beneath his bonhomie, and that, too, was a defeat; never before had she felt so inadequate as a wife, for what kind of a Mrs. is it that cannot cheer up her man, but must observe the counterfeit of and make do, as if it were the genuine McCoy? -- Plus also: they had come into a demon city in which anything could happen, your windows shattered in the middle of the night without any cause, you were knocked over in the street by invisible hands, in the shops you heard such abuse you felt like your ears would drop off but when you turned in the direction of the words you saw only empty air and smiling faces, and every day you heard about this boy, that girl, beaten up by ghosts. -- Yes, a land of