Chagall was a luftmensch, he says, a man of the air...

He was too vivid a mark, as he dazzled slowly across the green water-meadows.

Given the current situation, I don't think that's possible.

Her mother’s ungraciousness, made the sense of what they owed him more painful to Elizabeth’s mind; and she would, at times, have given any thing to be privileged to tell him, that his kindness was neither unknown nor unfelt by the whole of the family.