For weeks an impassable gulf separated me from my father, with whom I had always had one heart and soul.

But I never saw him as he was then.

The first prize had been awarded to you for your Aphrodite, radiant in marvellous beauty, and your brow had also been already crowned for your statue of Alexander, when Hermon stepped forward with his works.

They were at the same time the first which were to show what he believed to be the true mission of art--a hideous hawker, hide in hand, praising his wares with open mouth, and the struggling Maenads.

Surely you know the horrible women who throw one another on the ground, tearing and rending with bestial fury.