单词：Caravaggios
n. Italian painter noted for his realistic depiction of religious subjects and his novel use of light (1573-1610)
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Above the well named Ain Dua. Caravaggio thinks he knows who you are, Hana said. The English patient said nothing. He says you are not English. He worked with intelligence out of Cairo and Italy for a while. Till he was captured. My family knew Carav
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3 CCs BROMPTON COCKTAIL. 3:00 P.M. Caravaggio slips the book out of the mans hands. When you crashed in the desertwhere were you flying from? He asks. I was leaving the Gilf Kebir. I had gone there to collect someone. In late August. Nineteen forty-t
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You've tied yourself to a corpse for some reason. He is a saint. I think. A despairing saint. Are there such things? Our desire is to protect them. He doesn't even care! Caravaggio said. I can love him. A twenty-year-old who throws herself out of the
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then nestles in his neck. What she holds seems firm, healed. He raises his hands up as if to cup the quarter-moon. They removed both thumbs, Hana. See. They handcuffed me to the table legs. When they cut off my thumbs my hands slipped out of them wit
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Your name is David Caravaggio, right? They had handcuffed him to the thick legs of an oak table. At one point he rose with it in his embrace, blood pouring away from his left hand, and tried to run with it through the thin door and falling. The woman
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They had had no piano. She used to go to the community centre on Saturday mornings and play there, but all week she practised wherever she was, learning the chalked notes that her mother had drawn onto the kitchen table and then wiped off later. A li
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He is watching her, waiting for her to say more, but there is nothing more about the English patient to be said.Maybe this is the way to come out of a war, he thinks. A burned man to care for, some sheets to wash in a fountain, a room painted like a
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In the morning by the fountain they talk tentatively. Now you are in Italy you should find out more about Verdi. Caravaggio said. What? She looks up from the bedding that she is washing out in the fountain. He reminds her. You told me once you were i
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The Englishman turned to her and said, Were getting along famously! She was put out that the sapper had strolled casually into this domain, seemed able to surround her, be everywhere. Kip, hearing from Caravaggio that the patient knew about guns, had
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Caravaggio and the sapper take a trip by cart down into the valley to pick up a sack of flour. Also, the soldier has to deliver maps of the cleared areas to headquarters at San Domenico. Finding it difficult to ask questions about each other, they sp
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After a week of the Sikh sappers presence around the villa they adapted to his habits of eating. Wherever he wason the hill or in the villagehe would return around twelve-thirty and join Hana and Caravaggio, pull out the small bundle of blue handkerc
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(Beside his tent the antenna of a crystal set) is strung up into the trees. Hana can see the phosphorus green from the radio dial if she looks over there at night with Caravaggios field glasses, the sappers shifting body covering it up suddenly if he
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She has found dry leaves in that area which she has rolled in her fingers and identified. Now and then after a rain she recognizes the perfume of it. At first he will not come into the house at all. He walks past on some duty or other to do with the
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The sapper shrugged, not modestly, but as if it was too complicated to explain. Night fell fast, night filled up the valley and then the mountains and they were left once more with lanterns. They were shuffling together in the corridors towards the E
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David Caravaggioan absurd name for you, of course ... The English patient says. At least I have a name. Yes. Caravaggio sits in Hanas chair. Afternoon sun fills the room, revealing the swimming motes.The Englishman turns to him. Theres a painting by
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Then kip turned his head suddenly knowing everything as he heard the sound, certain of it. He had looked back at them and for the first time in his life liedIts all right, it wasnt a mine. That seemed to come from a cleared areaprepared to wait till
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Hes twenty-six years old. The British army teaches him the skills and the Americans teach him further skills and the team of sappers are given lectures, are decorated and sent off into the rich hills. You are being used, boyo, as the Welsh say. Im no
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She folds her paisley dress and places it on top of her tennis shoes. The tent and the dark wood surround them. They are only a step past the comfort she has given others in the temporary hospitals in Ortona or Monterchi. Her body for last warmth, he
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She lies there irritated at his self-sufficiency, his ability to turn so easily away from the world. She wants a tin roof for the rain, two poplar trees to shiver outside her window, a noise she can sleep against, sleeping trees and sleeping roofs th
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Nothing would protect them then, the brown river thin as silk against metals that ripped through it. He turned from that. He knew the trick of quick sleep against this one who had her own rivers and was lost from them. Yes, Caravaggio would explain t
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