Henri Rousseau Boy on the Rocks painting

Henri Rousseau Boy on the Rocks paintingHenri Rousseau Bouquet of Flowers paintingHenri Rousseau Bouquet of Flowers with an Ivy Branch painting
trust the Book; shred the papers and hear the Word, as it was revealed by the Angel Gibreel to the Messenger Mahound and explicated by your interpreter and Imam. "Ameen," Bilal said, concluding the night's proceedings. While, in his sanctum, the Imam sends a message of his own: and summons, conjures up, the archangel, Gibreel.
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He sees himself in the dream: no angel to look at, just a man in his ordinary street clothes, Henry Diamond's posthumous handme-downs: gabardine and trilby over outsize trousers held up by braces, a fisherman's woollen pullover, billowy white shirt. This dream-Gibreel, so like the waking one, stands quaking in the sanctum of the Imam, whose eyes are white as clouds.
Gibreel speaks querulously, to hide his fear.
"Why insist on archangels? Those days, you should know, are gone."
The Imam closes his eyes, sighs. The carpet extrudes long hairy