A tale of the interesting rise to success of a citizen of Port Naain as told by Tallis Steelyard and penned by Jim Webster.
I suppose I can appreciate paintings as well as the next person of good taste. I’ve worked with enough painters to know their paintings have to be hung properly, (and after trying to arrange a display produced by a number of disparate artists, you begin to realise that some painters ought to be hanged properly as well.) Still they have their struggles to support themselves through their art just as I have mine. It is as well not to judge too harshly.
Yet there are painters who have made it to the top through their own efforts. In this context I’d mention Charlette Dillor. I know she gets mocked behind her back; mainly, I suspect, because she has kept the Woodpin village accent of her youth. If forced I can fall back on the street argot I learned as a child in the gutters of Port Naain, but the pressures…
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