The Madonna of the Future by Henry James
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"'Invent, create, achieve!' Yes, that's our business; I know it well.
Don't take me, in Heaven's name, for one of your barren complainers--impotent cynics who have neither talent nor faith! I am at work!"--and he glanced about him and lowered his voice as if this were a quite peculiar secret--"I'm at work night and day. I have undertaken a _creation_! I am no Moses; I am only a poor patient artist; but it would be a fine thing if I were to cause some slender stream of beauty to flow in our thirsty land! Don't think me a monster of conceit," he went on, as he saw me smile at the avidity with which he adopted my illustration; "I confess that I am in one of those moods when great things seem possible! This is one of my nervous nights--I dream waking! When the south wind blows over Florence at midnight it seems to coax the soul from all the fair things locked away in her churches and galleries; it comes into my own little studio with the moonlight, and sets my heart beating too deeply for rest. You see I am always adding a thought to my conception! This evening I felt that I couldn't sleep unless I had communed with the genius of Buonarotti!" He seemed deeply versed in local history and tradition, and he expatiated _con amore_ on the charms of Florence. I gathered that he was an old resident, and that he had taken the lovely city into his heart. "I owe her everything," he declared. "It's only since I came here that I have really lived, intellectually. One by one, all profane desires, all mere worldly aims, have dropped away from me, and left me nothing but my pencil, my little note-book" (and he tapped his breast-pocket), "and the worship of the pure masters--those who were pure because they were innocent, and those who were pure because they were strong!" "And have you been very productive all this time?" I asked sympathetically. |
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