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Torso
This painting of St. Sebastian...
...is in effect...
...a Hellenistic statue set against a magnificent Renaissance background.
His martyrdom and suffering leaves us relatively unmoved.
Notice how Perugino, that Umbrian peasant...
...could transform the local rustics into saints and madonnas.
And see how he rendered this tragedy of pain...
...and suffering with serene detachment.
Perugino was reluctant to paint blood...
...as his tears are like drops of dew fallen from the sky.
His scenes rarely exude an air of drama.
This is true of his St. Sebastian in Stockholm and the one in the Louvre.
Everything is bathed in an elegance approaching the supernatural.
Here, the figure transcends all human experience.
In a very personal way...
...Perugino had absorbed the lesson of the great Piero Della Francesca...
...only to decline in his later years...
...into a sort of...
...convoluted and provincial formalism that decidedly...
...undermines the power and originality of his earlier work.
That is all for today.
- Do you need any more pictures? - That's enough.
All right, cover the body.
- Is the attorney coming? - Yes, we informed him.
Haven't you seen this car before?
I wasn't here, you know. I was over there.
Fact is, we country people got no city conveniences and all.
So we pollute, as they say, as best we can off in the underbrush.
What exactly do you mean?
Well, how should I say this, excuse me, I came here to...
...take a dump.
Only when I saw him, I didn't feel like taking a dump no more.
Just kind'a bound up, you know.
Take down all the provisions.
Dear Dani,
I don't understand why you reject me...
...but I know that one day you will understand me.
Do you remember the promise you made when you were a child?
Thank goodness you don't wash your car.
I have 2 tickets for the concert on Thursday. Franz.
I don't know how to say this.
The pain starts here and up all the way to here.
- Didn't you say your husband was ill? - But who cares about him.
When we get home you won't mind giving me a treatment too.
We live under the same roof anyway.
That's strange!
What are you stopping for?
We are going to be late.
Why did you stop here, it's a curve!
Then take down my license. I have insurance. Report it.
What license? What insurance?
Hey, come back here! Cornuto!
When I think if a truck hadn't run into me by chance...
...I would never have known you were still here.
Some people call it Providence.
Franz would have called it necessity.
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