human

difference between life and death:

breath informs the living body,

an unsophisticated design that mattered

scared

suspicious of the visitor

i looked round desperately for somewhere to hide.

hopeless of course.

and then i heard a footstep

behind the door,

"i beg your pardon," he said, looking me up and down.

look up more

"do you suppose it's true what i heard?"

"maybe it's not true at all."

"she's nothing to look at."

"nothing much to her."

"made a big mistake."

"nothing wrong with her at all."

above my head was the evening star.

"it's true all right."

mediocre doesn't belong with this

should be in harmony with her own personality

perfection in a strange and startling way

some purpose in it

you and me

still inhibited by the tradition

in contrast,
the transformation seemed little short of miraculous

artistic revolutions

passionately concerned
as the arts were concerned

the beginnings of revolt of the arts

society salesman

he was busy acquiring
whom he could attract
he was to be disappointed