Say It Ain’t So
There’s nothing more aggravating than thinking it’s Friday, only to discover that it’s Thursday, accepting one more day, and then being subjected to a Saturday. Bill is in terrible pain. I’m tempted to hug him if he weren’t so miserable. The work week is only supposed to be five days long, according to the rules. If I were in his position, I’d feel stabbed in the head and heart as well.
The amusing thing is that the individual in this painting seems unconcerned about having two knives stuck in his body. Wouldn’t you think he’d be alarmed rather than dejected? Perhaps the ancient painters were more competent than I gave them credit for.