I mentioned your comment to The Painter himself, and he said, quote: “How dare a denizen of the corrupted bourgeois culture impugn my artistic vision and integrity!?! I’l have you know I studied under the great Jacques-Louis David! I challenge you to a duel, Coward!” And then he spit on the ground and slapped my face with a pair of white gloves.
Slappitude. I suppose if I ever meet you in person, I will be honor-bound to slap you on behalf of… Jacques-Louis David… who has been dead for two centuries.
Also, to be fair, the painter was likely a tad more than kind and Alice knows this
I mentioned your comment to The Painter himself, and he said, quote: “How dare a denizen of the corrupted bourgeois culture impugn my artistic vision and integrity!?! I’l have you know I studied under the great Jacques-Louis David! I challenge you to a duel, Coward!” And then he spit on the ground and slapped my face with a pair of white gloves.
Does that mean you you have to slap me in the face because you have been entrusted with the delivery of slappitude?
Hey! He knows my work! Corrupted Bougeois indeed! I’m SO flattered!
None of this makes Charlie wrong, by the way. Despite a moment of weakness, she had never seemed to be a fan of his.
Mind you, she could very well be taking her frustrations out ON him.
Slappitude. I suppose if I ever meet you in person, I will be honor-bound to slap you on behalf of… Jacques-Louis David… who has been dead for two centuries.
Somehow. In some way. In some fashion. It can be expressed how loud I laughed. Well done! 🙂