Lew M. on Barkly corner at the lights waiting to cross not a pretty picture with that habitual gaping, as if he had seen some horror up on the hill. A keen-eyed prize-winning portraitist missing that signature visual of himself? We can never see ourselves, a wise old grannie once said, one who in her time had been a great beauty. Discovering that fact about the lady only when she was in her late-70s came as a great surprise. Former beauties you assumed acted and deported themselves rather differently. Like any portraitist, Lew had studied his reflection, without any hint in the work of the habitual Munch fright.
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