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never in any taken shape to be seen...

I shall cogitate upon it.

The eyes of a master.

- Good day to you, Mrs Booth. - Good day to you, sir.

The purity of your prism, the contamination of my palette.

How was your crossing?

Eliza... or Liza?

The universe is a wondrous thing, is it not, Mr Turner?

and I'm sure there be things about you that are beyond my understanding,

with my wife, my surviving children and myself within it.

- Bustle about. - Oh, there! There be no helping you!

- Who is the artist? - I believe, sir, it's...

when everything seen is vitiated by that colour.

while water often seems to challenge the sky for...

♪ No sorrow...

And I prevail upon you, sir, to take a seat.

- Free? How so? - 'Tis expunged.

Now, will you accept ten pounds?

Soon painters will go about the world

- The canvas is damaged. - Oh, that's all right.

mountains, volcanoes...

Then I should recommend the hat on, sir.

Well... 'tis the way of things.

you should do so now and prepare yourself for the next.

Out of the question.

Two years in the making,

- A large packet of ﬂake white. - Flake white.

I had made that assumption, sir.

- I'm astonished. - But it is a masterpiece.

Ah, Mr Turner. We were just wondering if...

The artist is not known to me.

Now she's destined to be reduced to 5,000 tables and chairs.

- We are most proud of her. - We are indeed.

Well, now, it's a beautiful sunny day,

Oh! Most droll, Mr Booth.

♪ But they all are so stupid that none of them will

I was eight when I lost my little sister.

Now, if I may ask you to take a seat, please, here.

Oh, is that so, Stanny? I shall cogitate upon it.

And long may it remain so.

Very well, sir. I shall bring that up for you.

♪ My fate ♪

'Tis twice in my life now I have found myself a widow.

Turner, if 100 pounds will not spare me from this predicament,

Unlike the horse.

...displayed in one place,

Where? What am I looking at?

I lost two dear friends.

I did not myself savour many gooseberries in Jerusalem.

Ah, the pain on his face, the mark of resignation in it.

and here is what we must do.

Have you no feelings?

The darkness is to a purpose.

Oh, the glaziers do get rich.

"Be Sanguine, Fill Your Boots."

No matter. Suits me, brewed and stewed.

- Traders? - Slavers.

What, sir, is wrong with being a portrait painter?

nothing can ever be proved, only disproved.

I shall return shortly,

I would question the veracity of that telling.

دهنم قرصه My lips are sealed.

by which I have the good fortune to be greeted every morning

I've been to collect my pension at Leicester Fields,

That is what we call the camera.

Now, you be fishing for compliments,

If only he would consider the wishes of his public

A very fine day to you, Mr Stothard!

- Good morning, Signor Grande. - Mr Turner! Buongiorno.

Dr Price, Mrs Booth has summoned you here under false pretenses.

which instil in me no sense of awe whatsoever,

It was there that I was once able to capture a rainbow.

While mostly blessed with good intent, we have our doubts.

Ah, splendid, sir.

Oh, my goodness me!

it is almost certainly destined for a warm ending.

Give me those...

- Molto bene. - Jonesy!

Now, I have not poured your tea for it is fresh in the pot.

Bequeathed? To whom?

It is, to be sure.

with cream or chocolate, yolk of egg or currant jelly.

- Nelson? - With two arms.

I've been over to Grande's.

I do indeed, thank you. Pride of place, Mr Turner.

What is the significance of the looking-glass?

She's served her time.

♪ Forget my fate

When I peruse myself in the looking-glass, I see a gargoyle.

His Lordship keeps a very fine wine cellar.