"It was love, she thought, pretending to move her canvass, distilled and filtered; love that never attempted to clutch its object, but like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world, and become part of the human gain."
"It was love, she thought, pretending to move her canvass, distilled and filtered; love that never attempted to clutch its object, but like the love which mathematicians bear their symbols or poets their phrases, was meant to be spread over the world, and become part of the human gain."