The carriage was ordered round, the hamper, containing our contribution to the Picnic, was duly stowed away, and we set forth. There was no need for me to maintain the conversation. I deprive my neighbour of his goods because I want them myself. I don't see the 'of course' at all. 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.