Gustav. Well? [He leans his arms on the table.]
Adolf. Well, I
Gustav. No, it was sh—she.
Adolf. As a matter of fact, I couldn’t say which it was.
Gustav. You see.
Adolf. Besides, she destroyed my faith as well, and so I went backward until you came, old chap, and gave me a new faith.
Gustav.[He laughs.] In sculpture? [He turns around by the square table and comes to ADOLF’S right.]
Adolf.[Hesitating.] Yes.
Gustav. And you believed in it?—in that abstract, obsolete art from the childhood of the world. Do you believe that by means of pure form and three dimensions —no, you don’t really—that you can produce an effect on the real spirit of this age of ours, that you can create illusions without color? Without color, I say. Do you believe that?
Adolf.[Tonelessly.] No.