Capitolo 82
profusion of Latin quotations; what I would not be me due to use of,
but what I feared that my his/her own judgment would be seemed too much unusual on
such subject, had not sustained him/it to me from the practice and authority
of Virgil.
A DREAM OF THE PAINTERS.
- Animum pictura invain pascit.
VIRG., AEn. the. 464.
And with the shady feedings of portrait his/her mind.
When the time prevents me to take my without-doors of diversions,
I make a small party, with two or three select friends frequently,
to visit anything I snoop that you/he/she can be seen under cover. My
principal funs of this nature are drawn back, insomuch that
when I have found the insurgent time for me to be very bad I have taken a
the whole trip in the daytime to see a gallery that is furnished by the hands
of great masters. From this he/she wants to say, when the skies are filled with
clouds, when earth swims in the rain, and every nature brings a
expression that lowers, I withdraw me from this inconvenient
scenes, in the visionary worlds of art; where I meet me with shining him/it
panoramas, gilded triumphs, the beautiful faces and all that others
objects that fill the mind with cheerful ideas, and it disperses that
obscurity that is proper to hang on him in those dark desolate
seasons.
I was ago of the weeks in a progress of these diversions that you/they had
taken such whole possession of my imagination that they has formed
in him the dream of a short morning to which I will communicate me my
reader, rather as the first squirt and contours of a vision that as
an ended piece.
I dreamt that I was admitted in a long gallery, spacious that
if a side had covered with pieces of all the famous painters that are
now living, and the other with the jobs of the greatest masters
that is dead.
On the side of the living one, I saw a lot of people occupied in to draw,
colouring, and drawing. On the side of the dead painters, I was able,
doesn't discover more than a person to job in that you/he/she was exceeding slow