Paul Cezanne (1839-1906)

Cezanne as was seen outward was no more the real than his paintings. A rough bullying manner belied a shy and sensitive heart: he shrunk from any physical contact. He was suspicious of men and filled with irrational fear over many things, and he changed his lodgings constantly. It made one friend who had not seen Paul for sometime ask, “Where are you living now?”
“Oh I live in a house, in a street-a long way off,” stammered Cezanne and hurried off.
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