— PROSPERO, The Tempest, 4.1.51–52 It was after nine o'clock on Friday evening. Norma, Max's assistant, had said good-bye and closed up a few minutes before. Katharine was tired, and the incessant headache made her eyes scream. But the exhibit was definitely coming together. They knew generally which photos they wanted, in what sizes, and in what broad categories. They had even discussed the layout of various flyers and brochures. Katharine was sure of a quote she wanted both on the brochure and enlarged at the entrance to the exhibit. She had found it among Thisby's photos. “If you expect to be supplied with beautiful and reassuring pictures which do not raise any problems in your minds … don't rely on me.” Someone named Louis Aragon had said it at a 1959 meeting of the Young Communists in France, and it obviously had affected Thisby strongly. “Let's have dinner to celebrate,” Max suggested. “Hungry?” Katharine wasn't, but the thought of another evening alone made her lie.
