The things we do!

I do not care for woman or picture without colour. O
ye carnations! O ye lilia mista rosis! O such black hair and solemn
eyebrows! It seems to me the roses and carnations have bloomed again
since we saw them last in London, when they were drooping from the
exposure to night air, candle-light, and heated ballrooms.
"Here I was in the midst of a regiment of donkeys, bearing a crowd of
relations; J. J. standing modestly in the background--beggars completing
the group, and Kuhn ruling over them with voice and gesture, oaths and
whip. Throw in the Rhine in the distance flashing by the Seven Mountains
--but mind and make Ethel the principal figure: if you make her like, she
certainly will be--and other lights will be only minor fires. You may
paint her form, but you can't paint her colour; that is what beats us in
nature. A line must come right; you can force that into its place, but
you can't compel the circumambient air. There is no yellow I know of will
make sunshine, and no blue that is a bit like sky.


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