Big Thoughts, Human-sized Canvas
“I’m surprised at the parents! They say it’s a marriage of passion.”
“Of passion? What antediluvian thoughts you have! Who talks about passions these days?” said the ambassador’s wife.
“What’s to be done? This stupid old fashion hasn’t gone…”
“I can neither taste nor smell,” he remarked, sniffing at his glass. “This cold is tiresome. They talk about medicine – what is the good of medicine when it can’t cure a cold! Corvisart gave me these lozenges but they don’t help at…”
It is quite true that for the production of boots or loaves division of labor is very advantageous, and that the bootmaker or baker who need not prepare his own dinner or fetch his own fuel will make more boots or loaves than if he had to busy himself about these matters. But…
“Why, you only touched it a tiny bit, but it is quite another thing.” Bryullóv replied: “Art begins where the tiny bit begins.”
That saying is strikingly true not only of art but of all…
“Love? What is love?” he thought.
“Love hinders death. Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united…
