2893. I wish you could have seen the master painter as he painted the portrait of The Magdalene. She was on her knees looking up and her face was bathed in tears, and the master painter was so moved emotionally as he painted her tears that his face was covered in tears also. He was so upset that he had to quell his frequent sobs and struggle to keep his hand from shaking from his excess of emotion.
2894. And then there was Faldoni standing at his side and tapping him on the shoulder and asking him what to do with the ultramarine blue he had finished grinding up. “I can’t be bothered with that right now Faldoni, can’t you see what I am doing here?” Said the master painter. So Faldoni took the pigment away to his cell and put it under his bed with the rest of his pigments.