The Sick Child by Edvard Munch “It was evening - Sophie was lying in bed, red-faced and hot, her eyes gleaming and flitting around the room restlessly, she was delirious - Dear sweet Edvard, take this off me, it hurts me so! Won’t you? - She looked at him, frantically. - See the visage over there? That is Death.” (Edvard Munch)