Change is identical with
life."
"It sometimes seems," said the sculptor, "as if thoughts evaporated like
water."
"Why not, under favorable conditions?"
"But where do they go? Surely they cannot perish utterly?"
"Yes, that is the question. Or, rather, it is not a question. Nothing
is ever lost in the spiritual universe."
"But what," inquired Ernest, "is the particular reason for your
reflection?"
"It is this," the sculptor replied; "I had a striking motive and lost
it."
"Do you remember," he continued, speaking to Reginald, "the Narcissus I
was working on the last time when you called at my studio?"
"Yes; it was a striking thing and impressed me very much, though I
cannot recall it at the moment."
"Well, it was a commission. An eccentric young millionaire had offered
me eight thousand dollars for it. I had an absolutely original
conception. But I cannot execute it. It's as if a breeze had carried it
away."
"That is very regrettable."
"Well, I should say so," replied the sculptor.
Ernest smiled.
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