The Holy Family; Theo comes to the Hague; Fathers are funny; L'art, c'est un combat; A studio in the vicarage; 2. The weavers; 3. Margot; 4. Whither thou goest; 6. Inquisition; 7. The Potato Eaters. The explosion; 3. Portrait of a primitive; 5. Painting must become a science! Rousseau gives a party; 7. A poor wretch who hanged himself; 8. Art goes amoral; 9. The Petit Boulevard; Art for the working-man; The Communist Art Colony; Southward, ever southward to the sun!
Earthquake or revolution? The painting machine; 3. Le Pigeon; 4. Postman; 5. The Yellow House; 6. Maya; 7. Gauguin arrives; 8. The sound and the fury; 9. Fou-rou; Third Class Carriage; 2. The fraternity of fous; 3. An old crock is an old crock. The first one-man exhibition; 2. A specialist in nervous diseases; 3. One cannot paint good-bye; 4. A more resilient earth; 5. The self-portrait of Van Gogh which appears on the cover of this book is used by courtesy of the Netherlands Bureau of Information.
Vincent put his hands under him, gave a shove, and sprang out of bed. His shoulders and chest were massive, his arms thick and powerful. He slipped into his clothes, poured some cold water out of the ewer, and stropped his razor.
Vincent enjoyed the daily ritual of the shave; down the broad cheek from the right sideburn to the corner of the voluptuous mouth; the right half of the upper lip from the nostril out, then the left half; then down the chin, a huge, rounded slab of warm granite. He stuck his face into the wreath of Brabantine grass and oak leaves on the chiffonier. His brother Theo had gathered it from the heath near Zundert and sent it to London for him.
The smell of Holland in his nose started the day off right. He recognized his mother's handwriting as he tore open the envelope. His face felt cold and damp so he stuck the letter into his trouser pocket, intending to read it during one of his many leisure moments at Goupils. He combed back his long, thick, yellow-red hair, put on a stiff white shirt, low collar and a large knotted four-in-hand black tie and descended to breakfast and Ursula's smile.
Ursula was nineteen, a smiling, wide-eyed creature with a delicate, oval face, pastel colouring and a small, slender figure. Vincent loved to watch the sheen of laughter which, like the glow from a highly coloured parasol, was spread over her piquant face.
Ursula served with quick, dainty movements, chatting vivaciously while he ate. He was twenty-one and in love for the first time. Life opened out before him.
He thought he would be a fortunate man if he could eat breakfast opposite Ursula for the rest of his days. Ursula brought in a rasher of bacon, an egg, and a cup of strong, black tea. She fluttered into a chair across the table from him, patted the brown curls at the back of her head, and smiled at him while she passed the salt, pepper, butter and toast in quick succession.
He plants the mignonette himself and then doesn't know where to find it. Vincent gulped. His manner, like his body, was heavy and he did not seem able to find the right words for Ursula. They went into the yard. It was a cool April morning, but the apple trees had already blossomed. A little garden separated the Loyer house from the kindergarten. Just a few days before, Vincent had sown poppies and sweet peas. The mignonette was pushing through the earth.
Vincent and Ursula squatted on either side of it, their heads almost touching. Ursula had a strong, natural perfume of the hair. He followed her to the door of the kindergarten. She could think of nothing to say, so she reached behind her with both arms to catch up a tiny wisp of hair that was escaping. The curves of her body were surprisingly ample for so slender a figure. He is going to inscribe it for you. She smiled at him with her eyes and mouth, and tried to go.
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