Chapter

 1 1  |         An ebony table that an artist might worship, carved after
 2 1  |       was so absolute that the artist was forgotten. The witchery
 3 1  |     the rest of us. Hasn't the artist always kept the balance
 4 1  |       Now, then, Bixiou!" ~The artist buttoned his black coat
 5 1  | statuettes, which a celebrated artist had endued with ideal beauty
 6 2  |       they love in us! But the artist, poor and proud, along with
 7 2  |    woman; all this disgusts an artist. Love in the abstract is
 8 2  |    everything and lodged in an artist's garret, and by a sort
 9 2  |        of decoration that some artist had brought to bear on a
10 2  |   dressed, wan and pale as any artist convalescent after a work,
11 2  | imperceptible, and baffles the artist's analysis. Its moans and
12 2  |       custom to his tailor, an artist, and a young man's tailor,
13 2  |      as a man, a lover, and an artist; if it had been necessary
14 2  |      genuine conception of the artist, in the shape of the statue
15 2  |      in himself? ~"The wearied artist needs a complete contrast
16 2  |      their meal as simple. ~An artist mused upon his quiet studio,
17 3  |       lace, would have made an artist, a painter, an old man,
18 Epi|      the brasier. A mysterious artist comes and adapts that flame