Imajica

The babe lay to his other side, gurgling softly in a simple cot, its fat arms raised as if to pluck the music from the air with its tiny hands.

soporific burble.

A dog with more breeds in its blood than hairs on its back

But the third, and largest of the three, was the coup. It was a pastoral scene, depicting classically garbed shepherds standing, in awe, before a tree in the trunk of which a human face was visible. ‘Would you know it from a real Poussin?’ ‘Is it still wet?’ Gentle asked. ‘Such a wit.’