He got out.

He's twenty-six.

The papers are beginning to talk about him.

He doesn't care for that, except that it brings in cash for his statues and pictures.

What's the good of painting and statuary, if you can't do the big things ?" "So you think the things you do are as big as the things that Shakespeare, or Tennyson, or Titian, or Van Dyck, or Watt, or Rodin do--or did ?" "Bigger-much bigger," was the reply.
The younger man smiled.