Heaven knows what pains the author has been at, what bitter experiences he has endured and what heartache suffered, to give some chance reader a few hours’ relaxation or to while away the tedium of a journey.
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The moral I draw is that the writer should seek his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of thought; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success.
The faculty for myth is innate in the human race. It seizes with avidity upon any incidents, surprising or mysterious, in the career of those who have at all distinguished themselves from their fellows, and invents a legend to which it then attaches a fanatical belief. It is the protest of romance against the commonplace of life. The incidents of the legend become the hero's surest passport to immortality.
“你说得没错。可当时有一百个像莫奈一样棒的画家,同莫奈一样卖不出他们的画,他们的画今天还是一文不值,这你怎么解释?画家只有画得好才能成名吗?别相信这种鬼话,再说,你的这位朋友画得好,这一点还没得到证明呢,没人说他画得好,只有您,斯特罗伊夫先生除外。”
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The moral I draw is that the writer should seek his reward in the pleasure of his work and in release from the burden of thought; and, indifferent to aught else, care nothing for praise or censure, failure or success.