Atala or painter Lordon are not names I've come across, Mr McMorrow, but I confess that, seeing and feeling the drama of the painting in a recent visit to the museum, I wept floods of tears. A lady nearby must have wondered how a grown man of 80 could feel so upset but the loss of my daughter some eight months ago as she lay in her death-bed similar to Atala brought such poignant memories for me. I shall never forget that painting, Mr McMorrow, and though I haven't a photographic record (pics were not allowed to be taken that day) your special online picture will be well visited.
