Rembrandt The Sacrifice of Abraham

Rembrandt The Sacrifice of AbrahamJohn Singer Sargent Venetian CanalJohn Singer Sargent The Rialto
father could be more exciting than an explorer. From then on, in all his games he had an invisible companion: he and his father were together hacking through the jungle, shading their eyes to gaze out across stormy seas from the deck of their schooner, holding up a torch to decipher mysterious inscriptions in a bat-infested cave… They were the best of friends, they saved each other's countless times, they laughed and talked together over campfireshe understood the sense of it, and felt uplifted with pride and purpose. All his games were going to come true. His father was alive, lost somewhere in the wild, and he was going to rescue him and take up his mantle… It was worth living a you had a great aim like that.
So he kept his mother's trouble secret. There were times when she was long into the night.But the older he got, the more Will began to wonder. Why were there no pictures of his father in this part of the world or that, riding with frost-bearded men on Arctic sledges or examining creeper-covered ruins in the jungle? Had nothing survived of the trophies and curiosities he must have brought Home? Was nothing written about him in a book?His mother didn't know. But one thing she had said stuck in his mind.She said, "One day, you'll follow in your father's footsteps. You're going to be a great man too. You'll take up his mantle."And though Will didn't know what that meant,