Henri Matisse The Painter's Family

Henri Matisse The Painter's FamilyHenri Matisse The Blue WindowHenri Matisse Spanish Still LifeHenri Matisse Moroccan LandscapeHenri Matisse Moorish Screen
onslaught of will-power than a sick mosquito can withstand a blowtorch.
The door to the chapel was locked. However, Windle found that the merest pressure was enough to pull the lock out of the woodwork and leave fingerprints in the metal of the door handle.
‘Oh, goodness, ‘ he said.
He piloted himself out into the corridor. The distant clatter of cu~~ery and the buzz of voices suggested that one of the automatic systems, all whirring and clicking away with the kind of precision that isn’t noticed until it breaks down. He surveyed himself from the control room of his skull. He looked at the silent chemical factory of his liver with the same sinking feeling as a canoe builder might survey the controls of a computerised super-tanker. The mysteries of his kidneys awaited Windle’s mastery of renal control. What, when you got right down to it, was a spleen? And how did you make it go?
University’s four daily meals was in progress.He wondered whether you were allowed to eat when you were dead. Probably not, he thought.And could he eat, anyway? It wasn’t that he wasn’t hungry. It was just that . . . well, he knew how to think, and walking and moving were just a matter of twitching some fairly obvious nerves, but how exactly did your stomach work?It began to dawn on Windle that the human body is not run by the brain, despite the brain’s opinion on the matter. In fact it’s run by dozens of complex