But your interest," Voyt replied, "is in something different from life." "Ah not a bit! I LOVE life in art, though I hate it anywhere else.

It's the poverty of the life those people show, and the awful bounders, of both sexes, that they represent." "Oh now we have you!" her interlocutor laughed.

"To me, when all's said and done, they seem to be--as near as art can come--in the truth of the truth.

It can only take what life gives it, though it certainly may be a pity that that isn't better.

Your complaint of their monotony is a complaint of their conditions.