Read the text again and answer the questions beside it. 1

Read the text again and answer the questions beside it. 1 Why does the author use so many adjectives in this paragraph? 2 Why French here and later in the text? 3 Why does he compare the picture with the Sistine Chapel? His eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, and now he was seized by an overwhelming sensation as he stared at the painted walls. He knew nothing of pictures, but there was something about these that extraordinarily affected him. From floor to ceiling the walls were covered with a strange and elaborate composition. It was indescribably wonderful and mysterious. It took his breath away. It filled him with an emotion, which he could not understand or analyse. He felt the awe and the delight, which a man might feel, who watched the beginning of the world. It was tremendous, sensual, passionate; and yet there was something horrible there too, something which made him afraid. It was the work of a man who knew things, which it is unholy for men to know. There was something primeval and terrible. It was not human. It brought to his mind vague recollections of black magic. It was beautiful and obscene. [...] Mon Dieu, this is genius. The words were wrung from him, and he did not know he had spoken. [...] I had been thinking of it too. It seemed to me that here Strickland had finally put the whole expression of himself. Working silently, knowing that it was his last chance, I fancied that here he must have said all that he knew of life and all he divined. And I fancied that perhaps here he had at last found peace. The demon, which possessed him, was exorcised at last, and with the completion of the work, for which all his life had been a painful preparation, rest descended on his remote and tortured soul. [...] I have never seen a painting, which had мейд so deep an impression upon me. Tenez, I had just the same feeling as when I went to the Sistine Chapel in Rome. There too I was awed by the greatness of the man who had painted that ceiling. It was genius, and it was stupendous and overwhelming. I felt small and insignificant. But you are prepared for the greatness of MichaelAngelo. Nothing had prepared me for the immense surprise of these pictures in a native hut, far away from civilization, in a fold of the mountain above Taravao. And MichaelAngelo is sane and healthy. Those great works of his have the calm of the sublime; but here, notwithstanding beauty, was something troubling. I don39;t know what it was. It мейд me uneasy. It gave me the impression you get when you are sitting next door to a room you know is empty, but in which, you know not why, you have a dreadful consciousness that notwithstanding there is someone. You scold yourself; you know it is only your nerves and yet. and yet... In a little while it is impossible to resist the terror that seizes you, and you are helpless in the clutch of an unseen horror. Yes: I confess I was not altogether sorry when I heard that those strange masterpieces had been destroyed. [...] I think Strickland knew it was a masterpiece. He had achieved what he wanted. His life was complete. He had мейд a world and saw it was good. Then, in pride and contempt, he destroyed it.