When he takes the knife to the canvass the servants find him lying dead with a knife through is heart and "withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage." and the portrait "in all the wonders of his exquisite youth and beauty." p 349
I'm so smart, I read and understand Hegel
Fruitcake is like semen, there's a lot of it about but no one wants to swallow it
Flowers are as common in the country as people are in London.
Like all people who try to exhaust a subject, he exhausted his listeners.
I tried to visit Albania but I couldn't find it on the map.