If you once praise a picture, your character for infallibility hangs by a thread. Somebody measures it, and finds one of the proportions an eighth of an inch wrong. From your point of view, that is correctly put. But for anyone who has a soul for Art , such a view is preposterous. Nature is one thing.
Art is another.
Nature shows us the world as it is . And, for a few peaceful moments, the orator brooded, frowningly, over the quotation. The welcome opportunity was seized, and another voice struck into the silence. Arthur slightly smiled. This last polysyllable settled the matter.