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"
Why
don
’
t
you
ever
send
your
work
to
exhibitions
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
should
have
thought
you
’
d
like
to
know
what
people
thought
about
it
.
"
"
Would
you
?
"
I
cannot
describe
the
unmeasurable
contempt
he
put
into
the
two
words
.
"
Don
’
t
you
want
fame
?
It
’
s
something
that
most
artists
haven
’
t
been
indifferent
to
.
"
"
Children
.
How
can
you
care
for
the
opinion
of
the
crowd
,
when
you
don
’
t
care
twopence
for
the
opinion
of
the
individual
?
"
"
We
’
re
not
all
reasonable
beings
,
"
I
laughed
.
"
Who
makes
fame
?
Critics
,
writers
,
stockbrokers
,
women
.
"
"
Wouldn
’
t
it
give
you
a
rather
pleasing
sensation
to
think
of
people
you
didn
’
t
know
and
had
never
seen
receiving
emotions
,
subtle
and
passionate
,
from
the
work
of
your
hands
?
Everyone
likes
power
.
I
can
’
t
imagine
a
more
wonderful
exercise
of
it
than
to
move
the
souls
of
men
to
pity
or
terror
.
"
"
Melodrama
.
"
"
Why
do
you
mind
if
you
paint
well
or
badly
?
"
