I’ve said we should make prints of the thing, sell postcards, there’s a real genius to that painting, but people be a fearing it. Suppose that’s why they keep it in a chapel where you have to ask to be shown it. People don’t want to be haunted by it, suppose, though they’re haunted anyways by the thought of it. I say if it puts fear in you, bring it to light, but they don’t listen. Natives here, specially the imaginative ones, they don’t go out on the hills when a fog rolls in, or when the morning dew rises.