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Portrait of Georg Ebers Georg Ebers Arachne — Volume 02

The first prize had been awarded to you for your Aphrodite, radiant in marvellous beauty, and your brow had also been already crowned for your statue of Alexander, when Hermon stepped forward with his works. They were at the same time the first which were to show what he believed to be the true mission of art—a hideous hawker, hide in hand, praising his wares with open mouth, and the struggling Maenads. Surely you know the horrible women who throw one another on the ground, tearing and rending with bestial fury.
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Portrait of Georg Ebers Georg Ebers Arachne — Volume 02

But in six weeks at latest I shall be here again; then real life will first begin, and Eros will make the roses bloom for us."
Ledscha nodded silently, and gazing into his face with a searching look asked, "And how long will this season of blossoming last?"
"Several months, girl; three, if not six."
"And then?"
"Who looks so far into the future?"
She lowered her glance, and, as if yielding to the inevitable, answered: "What a fool I was! Who knows what the morrow may bring? Are we even sure whether, six months hence, we shall not hate, instead of loving, each other?"
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Portrait of Georg Ebers Georg Ebers Arachne — Volume 02

Hermon shrugged his shoulders, and, in a voice which expressed far more compassion than resentment, answered: "If this pile of dead birds pleases you, go on with the slaughter. You can sometimes save the arrows and catch the swarming game with your hands. If your lifeless victims yonder were human beings, after all, they would have cause to thank you; for what is existence?"
"To these creatures, everything," said Myrtilus, the Alexandrian's other cousin, beckoning to Daphne, who had summoned him to her aid by a beseeching glance, to draw nearer.
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