There we found monstruous cupids . . .
nudely draped women embracing empty cartouches . . .
men, women, and eagles poised, pointing, and posturing . . .
in solitude . . .
and in company.
As expected, men were engaged in equitation.
Including, in an obscure corner of the National Gallery, General Bonaparte.
I've never been, but this is just what I would want or need to see - and better to see it through SS eyes. You're making me a better history major...
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