Warren Kimble paintings

Warren Kimble paintings
Wassily Kandinsky paintings
William Etty paintings
Well, ladies, I think that finishes the workout for this morning. We’re getting along very nicely. We mustn’t expect immediate results you know. Same routine tomorrow.” He replaced the lid on a small enamelled bin. The ladies looked hungrily at it but went in peace.
“Whisky,” said Basil.
“Whisky? Why, I couldn’t give you such a thing even if I had it. It would be as much as my job’s worth.”
“I should think it is precisely what your job is worth.”
“I don’t quite follow, sir.”
“My wife had grouse pie this morning.”
He was a cheeky young man much admired in his own milieu for his bounce. He was not abashed. A horrible smirk of complicity passed over his face. “It wasn’t really grouse,” he said. “Just a stale liver pâté the grocer had. They get so famished here they don’t care what they’re eating, the poor creatures.”
“Don’t talk about my wife in those terms,” said Basil, adding: “I shall know what I’m drinking, at a pound a snort.”