The other day
my colleague came up to me
with his iPad
and he said, “You love Rembrandt?”
“Uh ha,” I said
*“Well, look at this google image.
This is Rembrandt’s Parents Making Love”*
And I looked at the image he had conjured
and sure enough there was a portrait of
Rembrandt’s parents in bed, you know,
doing that, doing it…
Rembrandt’s Parents Making Love
And I protested: *“How can that be?
That’s not a Rembrandt, no!”*
“Sure it is,” said my colleague.
*“That’s what they are making.
It's definitely an artist’s conception.”*
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
The other day
my colleague came up to me
with his iPad
and he said, “You love Rembrandt?”
“Uh ha,” I said
*“Well, look at this google image.
This is Rembrandt’s Parents Making Love”*
And I looked at the image he had conjured
and sure enough there was a portrait of
Rembrandt’s parents in bed, you know,
doing that, doing it…
Rembrandt’s Parents Making Love
And I protested: *“How can that be?
That’s not a Rembrandt, no!”*
“Sure it is,” said my colleague.
*“That’s what they are making.
It's definitely an artist’s conception.”*
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