Paul Gauguin The Loss of Virginity

Paul Gauguin The Loss of VirginityPaul Gauguin Tahitian WomanPaul Gauguin JoyousnessThomas Kinkade country livingHenri Matisse View of Collioure
Thank goodness for old Teatar, he thought. Otherwise I’d already be looking at the underside of a rather cheap pine lid. Funny thing, he thought. I’m thinking. Clearly.
Wow.
Windle lay back, feeling his spirit refilling his body like gleaming molten metal ?filling? through a mould.
White-hot thoughts seared across the darkness of his brain, fired sluggish neurones into action.
It was of muscles. Now the body stood up. The knee joints resisted for a while, but they were no more able to withstand the onslaught of will-power than a sick mosquito can withstand a blowtorch.never like this when I was alive.But I’m not dead.Not alive and not dead.Sort of non-alive.Or un-dead.Oh dear . . . He swung himself upright. Muscles that hadn’t worked properly for seventy or eighty years jerked into overdrive. For the first time in his entire life, he corrected himself, better make that ‘period of existence’, Windle Poons’ body was entirely under Windle Poons’ control. And Windle Poons ‘ spirit wasn’t about to take any lip from a bunch