Capitolo 42
that illness of wide-expansion, croquet. Neither it was one of the new dances
what, as a tarantula-bite put every one a making to turn, neither stage
madness, neither he/she anchors that American that makes lectures it influences that sweep annual
on the earth. No, it was an illness new call the fever of Art and it
attached the young women of the community with great violence.
Nothing but calculations you/he/she could recover him/it, and raced his/her course to the dismay,
fun or the building of the observatories, for his/her victims all did
way of strange things in their delirium. They implored ceramic arts
for clay, flock plaster-covers out Italian bottles of their intelligence with
impracticable orders found neuralgia and rheumatism to draw it perched him on
enclosures and trees like artistic hens, and it provoked an increase in the price of
bread, paper and coal, from their ardor in to draw to crayon. They covered
cloth with the consignment of scene-painters, had classes lectures,,
receptions and the exposures, models facts of each other and surrenders
their walls horrendous with the bad likenesses of all of their friends. Them
conversation stopped being intelligible not to the initiated, and them
beautifully chirrupped of "clear dark, French sauce the refraction of the
angle of the eye, seventh process of spinus, depth and juiciness of
color, tender touch and a good tone." Also in suit the artistic one
trouble was visible; some threw apart together crinoline, and
walked stiff around with a severe simplicity of contour worthy of Flaxman.
Others were lined up the text with scarlet color that any panorama that them
decorated you/he/she should be without the touch of the favorite shade of Turner. Some
it was _blue_ in every sense of the word, and the heads of all were
decorated with classical braids, curly they laced Hebe-wise, or hair dressed a
hurricane of the.
Is found impossible to hold them safe to house, and, as the fever
grown, these harmless maniacs invaded the sacred retreats where artists