He would call me everything but a child of God. I was broken down in so many ways.

In the Upper Gallery too I wish that there may be, if the Place will yield it, some Fountains running in divers Places from the Wall, with some fine Avoidances.

I call this image cryptomorphic because it hides as it reveals, unlike the skull in Holbein's “Ambassadors”; that is, this smeared film image does not reveal a hidden image behind the smear.

Even the sunlight assumed a supernal glamour, as if some special atmosphere or exhalation mantled the whole region.