In whose opinion there was not much differe

[Grundon]

-for I had at least a good sleep there. But when I finish my
picture--no, even when I approach the end of the picture, I am seized
with a sensation so terrible that I feel like tearing the brain from my
head and trampling it with my feet. Do you understand me?" "I understand
you, my friend, I understand you perfectly, and I sympathise with you."
"Really? Well, then, listen, old man. I make the last strokes with so
much pain, with such a sense of sorrow and hopelessness, as though I
were bidding good-bye to the person I loved best of all. But here I have
finished it. Do you understand what it means? It means that it has
assumed life, that it lives, that there is a certain mysterious spirit
in it. And yet it is already doomed to death, it is dead already, dead
like a herring. Can you understand it at all? I do not understand it.
And, now, imagine, I--fool that I am--I nevertheless
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