Paul Cezanne Leda with Swan

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they? That’s very interesting,’ said Dibbler. ‘Very interesting indeed.’ He flicked the ash from his cigar towards the demons. One of them caught it and ate it.
‘So what would happen’, he said slowly, ‘if, say, just one picture in the whole click was different.’
‘Funny you should ask,’ said Gaffer. ‘It happened the other day when we were patching up Beyond the Valley of the Trolls. One of the apprentices had stuck in just one picture from The Golde Rush and we all went around all ‘Never felt better, lad,’ Dibbler said. ‘Never felt better.’
He rubbed his hands together. ‘Let’s you and me have a little chat, man to man,’ he added. ‘Because, you know . . . ‘ he laid a friendly hand on Gaffer’s shoulder, ‘ . . . I’ve a feeling that this could be your lucky day.’morning thinking about gold and not knowing why. It was as if it’d gone straight into our heads without our eyes seeing it. Of course, I took my belt to the lad when we spotted it, but we’d never have found out if I hadn’t happened to look at the click slowly.’He picked up the paste brush again, squared up a couple of strips of film, and fixed them together. After a while he became aware that it had gone very quiet behind him.‘You all right, Mr Dibbler?’ he said.‘Hmm? Oh.’ Dibbler was deep in thought. ‘Just one picture had all that effect?’‘Oh, yes. Are you all right, Mr Dibbler?’