“It’s quiet out there Carruthers”
“You’re right Carstairs. Too damn quiet. “
I couldn’t agree more. A quick constitutional around the Old Masters’ cemeteries reveals that they all appear to be decomposing in peace; and I’m afraid that is quite unacceptable. It’s time to get ’em revolving in their graves with another misinterpretation.
This week it’s the turn of a bloke saddled with the name Jean Baptiste Greuze. No, I don’t know how to pronounce it either