Salvador Dali Les Elephants

Salvador Dali Les ElephantsMark Rothko Orange and YellowWassily Kandinsky Improvisation
What? What do they do?"
But they were reluctant to tell her. They shook their heads and kept silent, until one boy said, "It en't so bad for them that's been here hundreds of years, because you get tired after all that time, they can't 'fraid you up so much...”
"It's the new ones few weeks, so he won't know very many people, but if you know where he is..."
But even as she spoke, she knew that they could stay here till they grew old, searching everywhere and looking at every face, and still they might never see more than a tiny fraction of the dead. She felt despair sit on her shoulders, as heavy as if the harpy herself were perching there.
However, she clenched her teeth and tried to hold her chin high. We got here, she thought, that's part of it anyway.
The first ghost girl was saying something in that lost little whisper.that they like talking to most," said the first girl. "It's just.. .Oh, it's just hateful. They... I can't tell you."Their voices were no louder than dry leaves falling. And it was only the children who spoke; the adults all seemed sunk in a lethargy so ancient that they might never move or speak again."Listen," said Lyra, "please listen. We came here, me and my friends, because we got to find a boy called Roger. He en't been here long, just a