Saturday 3 November 1666

This morning comes Mr. Lovett, and brings me my print of the Passion, varnished by him, and the frame black, which indeed is very fine, though not so fine as I expected; however, pleases me exceedingly. This, and the sheets of paper he prepared for me, come to 3l., which I did give him, and though it be more than is fit to lay out on pleasure, yet, it being ingenious, I did not think much of it. He gone, I to the office, where all the morning to little purpose, nothing being before us but clamours for money: So at noon home to dinner, and after dinner to hang up my new varnished picture and set my chamber in order to be made clean, and then to the office again, and there all the afternoon till late at night, and so to supper and to bed.

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Terry Foreman   Link to this

"my print of the Passion"

"This picture occasioned Pepys trouble long afterwards, having been brought as evidence that he was a Papist (see “Life,” vol. i., p. xxxiii)" 20 July, editorial note
http://www.pepysdiary.com/diary/1666/07/20/#fn2...

CGS   Link to this

"...but clamours for money:..."

"watch yor lingo tar"
"you sound like a leveller"

CGS   Link to this

House of Commons, need monies, to pay the sailors regular and sailors volunteer [ those that were caught under the weather] replace lost ships and to pay for the repairs, very little prize goods to raffle off, oh dear!!!! need a million , might as well be a trillion.
Question ? who has the monies, the merchants why should they pay, lost so much uninsured merchandise and properties, [no yet printing paper monies or IOU's ]
OK guys come back Tues with a brilliant Idea or a magic wand

[Maybe Palmer can cough up some funds]

Robert Gertz   Link to this

Hmmn...Portrait of the Passion by a Papist whose child Sam has recently godfathered.

One sees a noose forming...

***

Alternate early 1950's Sam...

"Honey! Your copies of the Daily Worker and the New Republic are on the coffee table." Bess calls, passing in elegant house dress.

Sam Draper in grey suit, adjusts tie, slicks hair. You are one hell of a good-looking man...He notes to mirror. "Say, Bess..." he calls to her; she now in hall adjusting flowers. He lifts new portrait out of box...

"Is that the Lenin thing?" Bess stares.

"Copy of the Diego Rivera mural at Rockefeller Center they destroyed, isn't it something? I had that Communist artist Lovinsky paint it for me from memory."

"Sam."

"Bess...You're the one who's always reading Marx. So we indulge in a little sojourn among the lefties? Who cares, this is America...Land of the free..."

...and the beautiful...He does not say as Bess frowning, returns to her house arranging...Picturing his coming rendezvous this evening. His latest...

Ring of doorbell...Sound of Bess moving to answer even as Sam calls for "Someone" to get that.

"Sam!..." nervous call. He hastens to door.

"You've been subpoenaed by the House Un-American Activities Committee." Bess, fearfully holding document as messenger stands in doorway.

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