It'll be
all education for me."
"Well, in sculpture, you see, the first thing you have
to consider is the masses. It's, after all, a kind of
architecture," I began, and delivered a lecture on that
branch of art, with illustrations from my own
masterpiece there present--all of which, if you don't
mind, or whether you mind or not, I mean to
conscientiously omit. Pinkerton listened with a fiery
interest, questioned me with a certain uncultivated
shrewdness, and continued to scratch down notes, and
tear fresh sheets from his pad. I found it inspiring
to have my words thus taken down like a professor's
lecture; and having had no previous experience of the
press, I was unaware that they were all being taken
down wrong. For the same reason (incredible as it must
appear in an American) I never entertained the least
suspicion that they were destined to be dished up with
a sauce of penny-a-lining gossip; and myself, my
person, and my works of art, butchered to make a
holiday for the readers of a Sunday paper. Night had
fallen over the Genius of Muskegon before the issue of
my theoretic eloquence was stayed, nor did I separate
from my new friend without an appointment for the
morrow.
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