"Five hearts, a flush and fourteen...you have lost."

The Student

"It seems to me we're about to derail..."

... Yes my dear [meat (lit.)] Auguste. I am decidedly arrested in the heart so much that my rascal of a director will have half left it ..., p. 41.

Street Seen from Overhead

Landscape

Three O'Clock in the Morning, He's Ready to Enjoy the Pleasures of the Hunt

Self-Portrait

You Are Quite Slow, Young Man

L'Hotel des Haricots (the National Guard prison)

Mama, it's mister . . . you know, Mister. the one with that nose

Well! If I had as many homes to do ... as I've undone!, p. 77

Upper Crust Amateurs