Filet of Veal.

Note again the oppressive darkness of the opening lines of Pleine Mer, in which the only touch of light is the winding-sheet of the waves, and contrast it with the atmosphere of light which surrounds the ship in Plein Ciel, where even the night is bright: La Nuit tire du fond des gouffres inconnus Son filet où luit Mars, où rayonne Vénus.

Vase of Filets of Whitings.