Ludwig Tieck,
The Pictures — 3
(1822)
“ If only no new and worse barbarism had arisen to supply its place! cried Eulenböck, purpling deep with wine, as he threw a fiery glance at the stranger. I never cease to regret that in our days the language of a genuine connoisseur is scarcely any longer to be heard; enthusiasm drowns the voice of judgment; and yet nothing is so instructive for the artist as a conversation with a genuine lover of the arts, to inform and animate him, though it is an advantage which for years together he may not be fortunate enough to enjoy. ”
