Eugene de Blaas paintings

Eugene de Blaas paintings
Eduard Manet paintings
Edwin Austin Abbey paintings
journey. My congratulations.”
Equipped with these insignia of sudden, dizzy promotion, Miles travelled to the capital leaving behind a domeful of sub-officials chattering with envy.
At the terminus an official met him. Together in an official car they drove to Whitehall.
“Let me carry your briefcase, Mr. Plastic.”
“There’s nothing in it.”
Miles’s escort laughed obsequiously at this risqué joke.
At the Ministry the lifts were in working order. It was a new and alarming experience to enter the little cage and rise to the top of the great building.
“Do they always work here?”
“Not always, but very very often.”
Miles realized that he was indeed at the heart of things.
“Wait here. I will call you when the Ministers are ready.”
Miles looked from the waiting-room window at the slow streams of traffic. Just below him stood a strange, purposeless obstruction of stone. A very old man, walking by, removed