Horace Vernet The Lion Hunt painting

Horace Vernet The Lion Hunt paintingJean Auguste Dominique Ingres The Grande Odalisque paintingPeter Paul Rubens The Judgment of Paris painting
I'mÜbertrittig, Goat-Boy!" he cried. "My eyes have been opened!" While Croaker croaked croaks of greeting and the Frumentian scholars sniffed my air, felt of my fleece, and made pictogrammatic notes, he reported shrilly that he was a skeptic no more in the matter of Grand-Tutoriality. For he had seen with his own two eyes (abetted, to be sure, by corrective lenses) wonders unexplainable by natural law and student reason: Harold Bray, not two hours past, had appeared on the Hill as it seemed from nowhere; he had changed color and physiognomy before their eyes, leaped over the reflecting pool -- a distance of some dozen meters -- in a single bound, walked up the vertical face of the Founder's Shaft as if it were a sidewalk, to rig ropes and pulleys for the main event, and then vanished, declaring from nowhere over the loudspeakers that he'd reappear at sunset.
"Wunderbar,Goat-Boy!" he exclaimed. "No tricks! No mirrors! Excuse you: that Bray, He's a real Grand Tutor!"
I smiled. "You believe you've seen a miracle, Dr. Eierkopf?"
"Ja wohl,boy! I believebecause I saw one! Five-and-twenty, yet!"
From behind me, where I'd not observed his approach, Stoker scoffed