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It was, of course, my two pounds, or whatever it was, that put this over the top. But I'm so happy to report that the John Donne portrait in the National Portrait Gallery has been saved.
http://www.artfund.org/news/441
Don't you love his long fingers? And such a big nose... oh, Mr. Donne, no wonder so many of your poems were about sex...
http://www.artfund.org/news/441
Don't you love his long fingers? And such a big nose... oh, Mr. Donne, no wonder so many of your poems were about sex...
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You'd think so, wouldn't you? The worst offender was the Wife of Bath, who is defintely a woman of a certain age, who has lived rather more than I have by all accounts.
But yes, I think he knows what he's talking about, anad suspect that as I keep rereading his work, I'll think that even more. I don't believe I could ever tire of reading Donne.