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    مُساهمة من طرف محمد مبروك في الجمعة 22 يناير 2010, 7:19 pm






    "YOU
    are the doctor, I suppose,"
    said Augustus Pokewhistle,
    smiling from his bed at the immense man who had arrived secretly while
    he slept. "It is kind of you to come, but I don't think you can help
    me. However, you are here, I will tell you what is wrong with me. I am an
    artist. I paint pictures and I draw drawings..."



    - "But..."



    "You
    are going to tell me that you are not interested in the story of my life,"
    Augustus laughed bitterly. "You are one of the uncaring
    public, and it is of no importance to you if a clever young man should take to
    his bed at the height of his youth, never to rise again. But I suppose you have
    been sent here by some interfering so-called friend of mine to save me from my
    suffering, and I must therefore explain my illness. And you cannot understand
    my illness unless I tell you the story of my life.
    "


    "
    I was delicately brought up, and it soon became clear that I was not an
    ordinary boy. At the age of seven I won a prize for a drawing of an animal. We
    will forget the fact that I had intended my drawing to represent sunset over London. After that my
    proud parents provided me with plenty of pencils and paper and gave me the
    opportunity of studying under great painters. At the age of twenty-one, I
    started a business as a painter of people, and painted eleven pictures of my
    own face. Nobody seemed to want them, and if you go into my sitting room, you
    will see them hanging sadly on the wall, looking down at the empty chair which
    I will never sit in again. For I am certain that I shall never rise from this
    bed ..."



    "Nobody
    came to have their pictures painted, and I had no desire to paint any more of
    myself. Although it may seem impossible, I could no longer get any real
    pleasure out of it after I had finished the eleventh, and this proves that one
    can get tired of even the most heavenly beauty... "



    - "But..."




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    مُساهمة من طرف محمد مبروك في الجمعة 22 يناير 2010, 7:21 pm





    "May
    I mention that there is a certain repetition in your remarks? Let me finish,
    and then you can say 'but' as often as you like. I turned from painting people
    to painting the country. Nine times I painted the view from the back window,
    and seven times I painted the view from the front window. But could I sell the
    seven pictures of the view from the front window, or the nine of the view from
    the back window? I could not. I only had a bit of money left, and I decided,
    after a severe struggle with myself, to forget my soul and paint for money. I
    determined to draw funny pictures for the newspapers. Remember that I was
    without hope and almost hungry, so do not think of me too severely"



    - "But..."




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    مُساهمة من طرف محمد مبروك في الجمعة 22 يناير 2010, 7:24 pm






    "I
    know what you are going to say - if I had had the soul of a true artist, I
    would have died rather than do such a thing. But remember that my wife and
    children were crying for bread - or would have been crying for bread if I had
    had a wife and children. And was it my fault that I hadn't a wife and little
    children? So I made thirty or forty funny drawings every day and sent them to
    the papers. I soon found that selling one's soul for money is not so easy as it
    sounds. Believe it or not, I got no money. I just got my drawings back..."



    - "But..."


    "You
    may well ask why they were sent back. I cannot tell you. I tested them on the
    cat. I had often heard the expression 'funny enough to make a cat laugh', and
    so I placed them in a line and carried the cat along in front of them. He
    laughed until he was sick ... in any case he was sick."





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    مُساهمة من طرف محمد مبروك في الجمعة 22 يناير 2010, 7:25 pm






    "Then
    I became more and more disheartened. I tried drawing for advertisements.
    Clothes, pianos, bottles. Immensely tall ladies with foolish smiles. I sent
    them off by the hundred, and all I received was a sample bottle or two, and a
    sample card of wool. I rather expected to get a sample tall lady with a foolish
    smile, but probably she got lost in the post..."



    - "But..."


    "So
    I gave up the struggle. My heart was broken, and I determined to take to my
    bed, never to rise again. You cannot help me, doctor. No skill of yours can
    help me. I feel certain that I shall never rise from this bed .."



    "And I feel certain that you will,"said
    the stranger, carefully placing Augustus Poke whistle on the carpet,"because I've come: to take it away. I'm from the furniture
    shop, and the bed isn't paid for."





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