You wouldn't think it, maybe, but I love pictures.

I've spent a lot of time looking for them and at them.

I remember one collection--many pictures of the martyrs, horrors in art, nightmares.

Here was a man disemboweled--they wound his very bowels about a windlass, before his eyes, and at each turn--I could see it written in the picture--they asked him, did he yield at last, did he agree, did he consent.

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