William Bouguereau The Wave

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Afterwards, Silverfish very grudgingly paid them two dollars each and dismissed them.
‘He’ll tell all the other alchemists,’ said Ginger dispiritedly. ‘They stick together like glue.’
‘I notice we only get two dollars a day but the trolls get three,’ said Victor. ‘Why’s that?’
‘Because there aren’t so many trolls wanting to make moving pictures,’ said Ginger. ‘And a good handleman can get six or seven dollars a day. Performers aren’t important.’ She turned and glared at him.
‘I was doing OK,‘There’s never enough places to stay,’ said Morry.
‘I thought I might sleep on the beach,’ said Victor. ‘It’s warm ’ she said. ‘Nothing special, but OK. I was getting quite a lot of work. People thought I was reliable. I was building a career–’ ‘You can’t build a career on Holy Wood,’ said Victor. ‘That’s like building a house on a swamp. Nothing’s real.’ ‘I liked it! And now you’ve spoilt it all! And I’ll probably have to go back to a horrible little village you’ve probably never even heard of! Back to bloody milkmaiding! Thanks very much! Every time I see a cow’s arse, I’ll think of you!’ She stormed off in the direction of the town leaving Victor with the trolls. After a while Rock cleared his throat. ‘You got anywhere to stay?’ he said. ‘I don’t think so,’ said Victor, weakly.