picture of the last supper

picture of the last supper
leonardo da vinci last supper painting
leonardo da vinci mona lisa
leonardo da vinci painting
That face, so full of pity, and of grief, that rain of tears, that awful mute appeal to me, that solemn hand upraised towards Heaven! ¡¡¡¡'Agnes?' ¡¡¡¡It is over. Darkness comes before my eyes; and, for a time, all things are blotted out of my remembrance. ¡¡¡¡ ¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡CHAPTER 54 Mr. MICAWBER'S TRANSACTIONS ¡¡¡¡ This is not the time at which I am to enter on the state of my mind beneath its load of sorrow. I came to think that the Future was walled up before me,
oil painting
　that the energy and action of my life were at an end, that I never could find any refuge but in the grave. I came to think so, I say, but not in the first shock of my grief. It slowly grew to that. If the events I go on to relate, had not thickened around me, in the beginning to confuse, and in the end to augment, my affliction, it is possible (though I think not probable), that I might have fallen at once into this condition. As it was, an interval occurred before I fully knew my own distress; an interval, in which I even supposed that its sharpest pangs were past; and when my mind could soothe itself by resting on all that was most innocent and beautiful, in the tender story that was closed for ever.