Vincent van Gogh The potato eaters

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'I've walked through walls,' he said, slowly and deliberately.
'Of course you have, of course you have,' mumbled Cutwell, not taking his eyes off the bag. He flicked the cork out of the bottle of blue liquid and took an absent-minded swig.
'Only before I Mort carefully picked up the bag and pulled out one small gold coin.
'A down payment,' he said, putting it on the table.
Cutwell picked up the coin as if he expected it to go bang or evaporate, and examined it carefully.
'I've never seen this sort of coin before,' he said accusingly.
'It's gold, though, isn't it?' said Mort. 'I mean, you don't have to accept it —'did it I didn't know that I could, and when I was doing it I didn't know I was, and now I've done it I can't remember how it was done. And I want to do it again.''Why?''Because,' said Mort, 'if I could walk through walls I could do anything.''Very deep,' agreed Cutwell. 'Philosophical. And the name of the young lady on the other side of this wall?''She's —' Mort swallowed. 'I don't know her name. Even if there is a girl,' he added haughtily, 'and I'm not saying there is.''Right,' said Cutwell. He took another swig, and shuddered. 'Fine. How to walk through walls. I'll do some research. It might be expensive, though.'