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42 The Martyrdom of Saint Bartholomew Less supple than the saint, less permeable to twilight and penumbra, Ribera’s flayer turns to the viewer. Grinning, he does not decompose or discolor, his hand does not dissolve under the influence of shadow at the pellucid ankle, his atrocity is not avoided by the lyric precision of his layered coloring— and nothing is so peculiar to him as certain notes of furious red. ...

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