John Kendrick Bangs,
A House-Boat on the Styx — Chapter 9…
“ It’s a pity, I think, my dear Homer, that there is no means by which a cook may become immortal. Cooking is as much of an art as is the writing of poetry, and just as there are immortal poets so there should be immortal cooks. See what an advantage the poet has—he writes something, it goes out and reaches the inmost soul of the man who reads it, and it is signed. ”
John Kendrick Bangs,
A House-Boat on the Styx — Chapter 9…
“ I have seen a woman’s head done in butter, too, and it makes me distinctly weary to think that my art should be brought so low.""You did your best work in Greece," chuckled Homer."A bad joke, my dear Homer," retorted Phidias. "I thought sculpture was getting down to a pretty low ebb when I had to fashion friezes out of marble; but marble is more precious than rubies alongside of butter and lard.""Each has its uses," said Homer. "I’d rather have butter on my bread than marble, but I must confess that for sculpture it is very poor stuff, as you say." ”
John Kendrick Bangs,
A House-Boat on the Styx — Chapter 9…
“ I’d leave them so that they’d look like some of your Parthenon frieze figures with the noses gone.""You are a vindictive creature," said Homer. "These men you criticise, and whose heads you wish to sculp with a baseball-bat, have done more for you than you ever did for them. Every statue of you these men have made is a standing advertisement of your books, and it hasn’t cost you a penny. There isn’t a doubt in my mind that if it were not for those statues countless people would go to their graves supposing that the great Scottish Burns were little rivulets, and not a poet. ”
