Ill-drawn, without method or sense of proportion, you have put wonderful things on to canvas, have drawn them out of yourself, notwithstanding your mechanical inefficiency. Determined, however, not be taken with life, he held on. Drink for him had a queer phase. Well, my dear, it is time you stopped wallowing in your sorrows like a common wretch. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand.
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