The result is always a fizzle: the eyes of the artist are turned in; he lives for a frame of mind.

Look at Romney, now.

There is the nature of the artist.
He hasn't a cent; and if you offered him to-morrow the command of an army, or the presidentship of the United States, he wouldn't take it, and you know he wouldn't." "I suppose not," Pinkerton would cry, scouring his hair with both his hands; "and I can't see why; I can't see what in fits he would be after, not to; I don't seem to rise to these views.

Of course, it's the fault of not having had advantages in early life; but, Loudon, I'm so miserably low that it seems to me silly.

The fact is," he might add with a smile, "I don't seem to have the least use for a frame of mind without square meals; and you can't get it out of my head that it's a man's duty to die rich, if he can." "What for ?" I asked him once.
"O, I don't know," he replied.