Winslow Homer showed The New Novel in 1877. This scene is everything I hope for on almost every occasion…even when I’m scheduled to be somewhere very important.
Fun Fact: Apparently, leisure reading was considered a sultry task, and one article I read about this completely overreads into this work’s “blatant sensuality” with her foot stretched out “like a cat.”
GET REAL. Stop imagining things! Sometimes a cigar’s just a cigar.
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