Painting is that pleasant, innocent amusement.
But the relation of language to painting is an infinite relation. It is not that words are imperfect, or that, when confronted by the visible, they prove insuperably inadequate. But here the speakers fell silent. At last, said one of them, we have reached the edge where painting breaks off and takes her way into the silent land. But since we love words let us dally for a little on the verge, said the other.