The real lazzarone, he had admitted, was a vile fellow; but the ideal lazzarone--and his own had been subtly idealized--was a precursor of the millennium.
Mr.Leavenworth had apparently just transferred his unhurrying gaze to the figure.
"Something in the style of the Dying Gladiator ?" he sympathetically observed.
"Oh no," said Roderick seriously, "he 's not dying, he 's only drunk!" "Ah, but intoxication, you know," Mr.Leavenworth rejoined, "is not a proper subject for sculpture.

Sculpture should not deal with transitory attitudes." "Lying dead drunk is not a transitory attitude! Nothing is more permanent, more sculpturesque, more monumental!" "An entertaining paradox," said Mr.Leavenworth, "if we had time to exercise our wits upon it.

I remember at Florence an intoxicated figure by Michael Angelo which seemed to me a deplorable aberration of a great mind.

I myself touch liquor in no shape whatever.

I have traveled through Europe on cold water.