Gustav Klimt The Virgin

Gustav Klimt The VirginGustav Klimt dancerGustav Klimt Adam and Eve
How old were you at that time?" said Vorbis.
"I was within one month of three years old, lord."
"I don't believe . Brutha was glad of the interruption.
"No, lord. Most things."
"You forget things?"
"Uh. There are sometimes things I don't remember." Brutha had heard about forgetfulness, although he found it hard to imagine. But there were times in his life, in the first few years of his life especially, when there was . . . nothing. Not an attrition of memory, but great locked rooms in the mansion of his recollection. Not forgottenthis," said the fat man.Brutha's mouth opened and shut once or twice. How did the fat man know? He hadn't been there!"You could be wrong, my son," said Vorbis. "You are a well­grown lad of . . . what . . . seventeen, eighteen years? We feel you could not really recall a chance glimpse of a foreign coin fifteen years ago.""We think that you are making it up," said the fat man.Brutha said nothing. Why make anything up? When it was just sitting there in his head."Can you remember everything that's ever happened to you?" said the stocky man, who had been watching Brutha carefully throughout the exchange