Caravaggio The Incredulity of Saint Thomas painting

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diligence of a true obsessive, Brittina Dowd had sharpened herself into a long thin blade. When she walked, her clothes seemed certain to be cut to shreds by the scissoring movement of her body.Her hips had been honed until they were almost as for early-onset osteoporosis, as though she yearned to be shattered in a fall, reduced to fragments as completely as a crystal vase knocked off a shelf onto a stone floor.[386] In their passion, Corky always expected to be punctured by one of her knees or elbows, or to hear Brittina crack apart beneath him.“Do me,” she said, “do me,” and managed to make it sound less like fragile as bird bones. Her legs resembled those of a flamingo. Her arms had no more substance than wings stripped of their feathers. Brittina seemed to be determined to whittle herself until a brisk breeze could carry her aloft, high into the realm of wren and sparrow.She was not a single blade, in fact, but an entire Swiss Army knife with all its cutting edges and pointed tools deployed.Corky Laputa might have loved her if she had not also been ugly.Although he didn’t love Brittina, he made love to her. The disorder into which she had shaped her skeletal body thrilled him. This was like making love to Death.Only twenty-six, she had assiduously prepared herself