You think if you refrain from beating them, it’s any better? It isn’t the violence. It isn’t the labor or the hunger or the heat or the chains. You know what those men fear right now? It’s the unknown. Lash that comes from nowhere for reasons never explained. A visit from the taskmaster in the dead of night. But I remember that fear. Right now, I feel it returning. What we’re doing here, sitting on Spain’s gold on England’s island, demands a response. What that response will be, what form it will take, what face it will wear… by the time we do know it, there will be no time to prepare for the blow that follows.
“I write to let you know that your portrait arrived
safely. It is a magnificent likeness and Philip is
most pleased to have it. He is curious to know the
significance of the composition, and indeed nobody
here can guess at why you have had yourself
painted with a fox on your lap. If you would care to
enlighten us, we are agog to know, but in case it
should be a private reference, you may rest
assured that we shall not raise the subject first.”
- A Private Miscellany
was a large portrait, in oils, of an elderly man bearing some resemblance to
his host: a big, deep-chested bulky fellow. It would have been much like every
other painting of unknown rich people Justin had ever seen, except that in
place of the usual spaniel or hunting hound, he had a fox at his feet, its russet
coat also frosted white by age.
Man and fox looked out of the portrait with
disturbingly similar expressions of calm determination.“
-An Unnatural Vice cut scene
After the first one done soon after they got together, Richard had another portrait made, in their later years ;____________;
“We have a car crash coming in, multiple traumas, three adults and a child.” Tessa said, grabbing a trauma gown from one of the nurses before she followed Vane out to the back where the ambulance would be pulling in.