Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray... - We didnt start the fire, but somehow the lyrics ignited me to thud my feet on the parquet floor relentlessly, following its rhythm. Nevertheless, Joels beat didnt smidgen along my pace any longer as before long as I advanced upon the threshold into the Grande Galerie of Musée du Louvre. I decelerated to marvel at the exquisite design of the corridor that position before me, in which, on either side of the walls, thither arrayed some of the well-nigh remarkable works of the earlier generations. The walls, floor, and ceiling were constructed with flawless precision. All these can only be d champion through excellent artistry and craftsmenship, I thought. perhaps this field trip isnt that bad at all, as suggested by the Art Department. I was quickly aroused by the idea, and so I stepped forth, ready to browse the art galore turn still humming Joels catchy tune in gay... southeastward Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio!
In the midst of all adornments, there was one painting that grabbed my attention. Its the most famous painting in history and was done by the most renowned artist of all times - Its the Mona Lisa. I studied her with composure, calmed just by noticing her enigmatic smile. It wasnt the most nonplus feature though.
Wondering what could make her so intricate, I try to be experimental - I moved to the left, and then shifted to the regenerate while gazing at her face; I squatted down, and then blush wine up, still gazing at her face. Then it hit me: Its her eyes! They darted from one corner to the other, following each of my directions. Learning this wasnt enough for me. I placed my palm on the protective glass to inter her right eye, assuming...
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