I was to look at pictures thenceforward, not with the eye of the artist, but the dealer; and I saw the stream widen that divided me from all I loved.
"Now, Loudon," Pinkerton had said, the morning after the lecture, "now Loudon, we can go at it shoulder to shoulder.

This is what I have longed for: I wanted two heads and four arms; and now I have 'em.

You'll find it's just the same as art--all observation and imagination; only more movement.

Just wait till you begin to feel the charm!" I might have waited long.

Perhaps I lack a sense; for our whole existence seemed to me one dreary bustle, and the place we bustled in fitly to be called the Place of Yawning.