thunder clapping bell ringing music playing thunder rumbling thats breathtaking. My painting . The thunder. Your painting is absolutely indescribable. It is inspiring, working between the flashes of lightning. It does something for ones eyes. It gives your work character. Evocative of the great artists of the past. Really darling . Like whom . Well, toulouselautrec. Mmm, no, this is a much smaller canvas. Whistlers mother . Darling, she never painted. Thats right, she was too busy whistling. Whee pugsley, wednesday, why arent you in bed . I thought we put you to bed hours ago. We couldnt sleep. Its so nice and gloomy. This is the best storm since lightning put coming from his head . It was a beautiful sight, wasnt it . It was indeed lovely. But this is no time for sentimental reminiscences. Come along children, im going to read you a nice bedtime story. But we dont want a bedtime story. But darling, i was going to read one of your favorites, dear mr. Poes murder in the rue morgue. Ah,