Van Gogh Painting

Van Gogh Painting
the mysterious voices of the night floated by out of the distances. The shining eyes of venturesome mice and rats peered out at the old man from cracks and coverts, but he went on with his work, rapt, absorbed, and noted none of these things.
At long intervals he drew his thumb along the edge of his knife, and nodded his head with satisfaction. "It grows sharper," he said; "yes, it grows sharper."
He took no note of the flight of time, but worked tranquilly on, entertaining himself with his thoughts, which broke out occasionally in articulate speech
Van Gogh Painting
"His father wrought us evil, he destroyed us-and is gone down into the eternal fires! Yes, down into the eternal fires! He escaped us-but it was God's will, yes it was God's will, we must not repine. But he hath not escaped the fires! no, he hath not escaped the fires, the consuming, unpitying, remorseless fires-and they are everlasting!"
And so he wrought; and still wrought; mumbling-chuckling a low rasping chuckle at times-and at times breaking again into words
Van Gogh Painting