Cumin-coated
Colin Burrow: Two Novels about Lost Bellinis, 14 August 2008
“... countries. Her robe was leaden black and the dress beneath was neither blue nor red, but a souring white. Yet it was not this that had troubled me. No, my discomfort stemmed from the hard, hollow gaze which met mine. It had the anguished persistence of a suffering thing, as if the paint, mask-like, concealed a breathing body. Sadly, Dürer’s real letters ... ”