George Bellows The Picnic

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it would have to wait, because of the row that was going on.
It was over the third major part in Blown Away. Victor was of course the dashing but dangerous hero, Ginger was the only possible choice for the female lead, but the second male role ‑the dull but dutiful one ‑ was causing trouble.
Victor had never seen anyone stamp their foot in anger before. He’d always thought it was something they did only to get elementalist about this?’
Now it was Ginger’s turn to wave her hands. ‘I like trolls,’ she said. ‘As trolls, that is. But you can’t seriously mean me to do a romantic scene with a, a, a cliff face.’
‘Now look here,’ said Rock, his voice winding up like a pitcher’s arm. ‘What you’re saying is, is OK for trolls to be shown bashing people with clubs, is not OK to show trolls have in books. But Ginger was doing it.‘Because I’d look an idiot, that’s why!’ she was saying.Soll, who was by now feeling like a lightning rod on a stormy day, waved his hand frantically.‘But he’s ideal for the role!’ he said. ‘It calls for a solid character‑‘‘Solid? Of course he’s solid! He’s made of stone!’ shouted Ginger. ‘He might have a suit of chain mail and a false moustache but he’s still a troll!’Rock, looming monolithically over the pair of them, cleared his throat noisily.‘Excuse me,’ he said, ‘I hope we’re not going