There they hang on the wall, one hundred ninety-six little plaques in oval, gilded frames. And there are still far fewer than there ought to have been. All the frames in the upper rows show only a name with a couple of dates on white paper.
But in the lower rows they become alive. The portraits begin about the time of the Thirty Years War. They are fine …
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