Gustav. And now you want to become a sculptor? That means that you were a sculptor really from the beginning; you got off the line somehow, so you only needed a guide to direct you back again to the right track. I say, when you work now, does the great joy of creation come over you?
Adolf. Now, I live again.
Gustav. May I see what you're doing?
Adolf [undraping a figure on the small table]. A female figure.
Gustav [probing]. Without a model, and yet so lifelike?
Adolf [heavily]. Yes, but it is like somebody; extraordinary how this woman is in me, just as I am in her.
Gustav. That last is not so extraordinary—do you know anything about transfusion?
Adolf. Blood transfusion? Yes.
Gustav. It seems to me that you've allowed your veins to be opened a bit too much. The examination of this figure clears up many things which I'd previously only surmised. You loved her infinitely?
Adolf. Yes; so much that I could never tell whether she is I, or I am her; when she laughed I laughed; when she cried I cried, and when—just imagine it—our child came into the world I suffered the same as she did.