There’s want of tone; it’s much too hard and thin;
Then the half distances are very crude—
Oh—very crude indeed—then it lacks air,
And wind and motion, massive light and shade;
It’s very roughly scumbled; on my soul
The scumbling’s damnable!
Daph. (aside to him).Bethink yourself!
That’s said of painting—this is sculpture!
Chry.Eh?
It’s the same thing, the principle’s the same;