The auctioneer is going on six hours straight with hardly a breath, let alone a bite to eat. He's still got a brisk cadence on the prices, but his salesmanship is starting to lose some of its sheen:
"All right, a big painting -- three ladies in a garden playing instruments."
"Let me see Napoleon there. Oh wow, he's on his horse ready to charge off!"
"If I lived at the beach, I'd have to have a pair of those."
"Jeez, there's a bunch of cushions and things in there too."
Yeah... that's true Ed Roumillat fashion.
Posted by: Heather | July 13, 2007 at 04:38 PM