I was sitting next to this guy until Leamington Spa, where two oldish women, who looked like nuns, possibly on holiday, disembarked. So, I moved across the aisle and started watching that film, Horrible Bosses, but looked over and saw the guy had gone to sleep. That’s when he reminded me of that painting, the death of Marat, by Jacques Louis David. Google it, if you care to.
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