A beautiful maniacal of the (I punched him in the head with everything I had, and he crumpled onto the floorboards. I turned to face the rest of them. I was frigid blackness inside, like water under a berg. I wanted another one to stand, wanted another one to swing at me, invite me to erupt. But they stayed seated, and nobody spoke as I walked slowly over to the table and picked up Jorgenson's discarded hand of cards. I studied the cards, then smirked and tossed the hand back on the table. "Game over," I said. They never bothered me again:1.3), by (Larry Elmore and Ted DeGrazia:0.8), (Luminism and Sfumato:0.8), (painting:0.3) | Painting