Schiele my sweet....

   Egon Schiele, my sweet, my darling. I know you where an all encompassing narscisist, who grew up with a poor railway family. Endured a crazed syphillis enduced Papa and a sister you grew far to close for comfort too. Not forgetting the hordes of pre pubecent children whom you ussed to take a sneaky peek at their private frills and frocks, whilst they soundlessly
slumbered beneath your rickety studio roof....

but oh my I still love your drawings.