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No, no, no, no, no.
By thy bosom so throbbing with truth
Hm...
that we had the good fortune of viewing it at the Academy last summer?
Oh, beg your pardon, sir.
than them wretched souls on the slave ships.
And even when they've finished building that new railway,
Let me take your hat.
with the precision that I would wish.
- Good morning, Mr Turner. - Marlin, Sir Billy, Gussy.
I said to him, Are you the jolliest at home?
Madam, may I apprehend you with my condolences?
- It did not sell. - Indeed not?
His pictures look as if they were painted by somebody born without hands!
Now, Mrs Booth, if you would be so good as to come up to the house after four,
Oh, there. Let me take you in.
I have bethought me of a plan
Can you find him?
I'm by way of observing poor Saint Sebastian here.
- If that is method, it is pure madness. - But, what is it? Is it...
Oh!
placed precisely off centre here,
- Nothing. - Nothing?
But what is this that greets my eyes?
- What is he doing? - And why is he doing it?
I will require your absolute stillness for the next ten seconds.
- 'Tis warmer now. - Sultry day.
- Have you been out strolling, Aunt Sarah? - No, niece.
Gentlemen.
Indeed. You find yourself well, sir?
- Constable. - Turner.
In short, their effects are like their qualities.
- For my sins. - He don't like to talk about it, though.
- No, it's not. - Don't ye worry about it now.
I think we have successfully achieved the correct effect, William.
long after our viewing.
I was a hundred miles distant.
- The Temeraire! - The Temeraire!
You're too preoccupied for your own good, sir.
I did, and the truth is, I can never travel by train
- So be it. - You cannot give your pictures away.
You faring well?
...is opa... is opaque.
Set fair on departure, lumpy in the middle.
- May I peruse it? - Indeed, sir, if you'd care to follow me.
- Joshua. - Morning, sir.
My little lad could draw afore he could read and write.
Do you think so?
And what is your present endeavour, Turner?
I sincerely hope you will. And, pray, do not keep us waiting.
Pox-ridden harridan as broad in the beam as the old Victory at Trafalgar.
Humans can be dreadful cruel.
Indeed, as mighty Apollo moves across his heavenly tract.
- I want you to see... - What?
I can squeeze around here just about these days.
Ah.
on my way into my meagre breakfast.
By thy eyes when half closed with delight
- Education is an important thing. - It is indeed, most important for everyone.
- Good day to you, Hannah. - Good day to you, Aunt Sarah.
You still making your nice little pictures, Mr Mallard?
- Refrain from this shouting, Mr Haydon. - I will not!
Mr Turner, sir!
Mr John Ferneley, sir.
♪ In thy breast... thy breast... - Thy breast.
- Oh, indeed. - Bless the Lord, oh my soul
Dear Molly, be still
Oh.
- May I offer you a refreshment? - No, thank you kindly.
Thank you, sir.
- Mr Leslie, - Turner.
- Poppy oil, Joshua. - Yes, sir.
The elements dwarfing the elephants.
Hey!
Shh-sh-sh!
- Mallard. - Oh, Mr Mallard. Of course!
And there we have it.
Perhaps it is the duty of the husband...
With the added benefit, when it comes to the end of its working life,
My dear Turner, I am obliged to inform you that your condition is grave.
- Fine around there, Gussy. - You think so?
- Mr Haydon, please lower your voice. - I will not, sir!
Then I can rest me weary legs.
We have damn rats.
The little saviour of Trafalgar.
- Bronchioles still rattling? - No.
You are a man of great vision, Mr Turner.
Talent is something that lies dormant
Then you are refusing to accept the 50 pounds?
- But he will have to be careful. - Oh, dear.
- Good day, sir. - Good day to you, miss.
Oh.
our many expeditions to the warmer climes of the Mediterranean
How was he taken?
♪ May my wrongs create
Ah! Good morning, sir.
Only now I was admiring your seascape.
- Morning, Mrs Stokes. - Morning.
- She's a pretty little thing. - Thank you, Grandfather.
- Relishing the day. - Capital.
Find yourself well, John?
What? Oh!
This old snout!
Jam tarts! Jam tans! Fresh jam tarts!
I watch them boys down there in the sands whipping them poor donkeys.
My point being that, alas,
- This is the contraption? - Indeed, sir.
Your only surviving grandchild.
and selling coffee, tea and slaves.
A hearty good morning to you, sir.
Oh, yes, Margate be famous for its schools.
I must get on.
- Haydon? - You have been most kind.
Indeed.
doing everything in his power to malign me...
- Mr Haydon, pray be seated. - I had rather not.
- An optic? - Yes, sir, a glass lens.
Whilst you goddesses are languishing in the kingdom of Hypnos,