John Singer Sargent El Jaleo painting

John Singer Sargent El Jaleo paintingRembrandt Susanna and the Elders paintingRembrandt History Painting painting
grabbed a large plastic mug and held it under Changez's mouth. The dying man vomited up more than a pint of phlegm mixed up with blood: and after that was too weak to talk. This time Salahuddin did have to carry him, to the back seat of the Mercedes, where he sat between Nasreen and Kasturba while Salahuddin drove at top speed to Breach Candy Hospital, half a mile down the road. "Shall I open the window, Abba?" he asked at one point, and Changez shook his head and bubbled: "No." Much later, Salahuddin realized this had been his father's last word.
The emergency ward. Running feet, orderlies, wheelchair, Changez being heaved on to a bed, curtains. A young doctor, doing what had to be done, very quickly but without the appearance of speed. _I like him_, Salahuddin thought. Then the doctor looked him in the eye and said: "I don't think he's going to make it." It felt like being punched in the stomach. Salahuddin realized he'd