John Singleton Copley The Tribute Money painting

John Singleton Copley The Tribute Money paintingFord Madox Brown The Coat of Many Colors paintingPierre Auguste Renoir La Loge painting
stone finger, pointed against a pale gray sky; winding towards it up a dark slope in the foreground was a procession of flickering lights, and from the column-top itself a larger flame roared. A new sound burst into the room, as it seemed from all directions, blending with and mounting over the splendid brass.
"That's the dawn-service upstairs on the Hill," Dr. Sear remarked for my benefit. "Big ceremony for the new spring registrants. They run the organ on natural steam from down here and use the tunnels for resonance. Superb bass response."That's the place where Enos Enoch passed on," Anastasia said, referring to the hilltop. "For all studentdom."
I shook my head. "Only for the kids who believed in Him."
"Come on," Mrs. Sear insisted, reaching as if to unbelt Anastasia's robe. The girl pressed against me to forestall her, and we found ourselves kissing --
Anastasia moved to me in the dim light, stirred no doubt as I was by the sound and spectacle. "Your poor friend," she said.
I could not find my voice. Mrs. Sear drew us closer.