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Some Ruskin Dicta

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Parent Issue
Day
14
Month
June
Year
1895
Copyright
Public Domain
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"Talk is impossible to me, " Rnskin writes '.n 1804, "owhig to the state of quiet rage and wonder at everything people sayand do, iu which Ihabitnally live. " "I dou'l got mellow tempered as I get oíd,." he writes some yoars later, which is trne, for to auotliw correspondent be iaya : ' ' Nothing can ad art in any district ol inrsed machine and devil driven Englaud. i l i ture herp (at Oxford), but ouly on the art of the past. ' ' "How inexpressibly subtle and ; i tratiug," he writes to i youagnian, "is tho principie of pride! EIow it minglcs itsolf vith, and even pretenda itself to be, and takes the likeuess of, the noblest feeliugs iu the world - and what :i constant struggle it needa evenzo defect, mach more toespcl it ! It is Iikó osygen in ii-on - the liotte.st flrewill aotexpel it altogether - unrl it steals ia with the very uir we breathe, turuiug all onr steel into rui;t. " "Things thatrequireeteady labor," he writes to the same correspondent, "there axe indeed for all of as to do, bnt they ai'e the coal h aving part of onr life and to be douo with a slow step and bt ::t back, patieatly, not in a pasiou,not tryiug to beit our brother coal heavers, but only to carrying asmanycoals as ve can conifortably. But the great things which require genius to do are done easilyif you have the genius. If you are to do auytliing that is really glorious, and for which men will forever wonder at you, you will do it as a duck quacka because it is your nature to quack - when it rains. ' ' "Do you know, Watts," he asked a friend in 1849, "to my mind the only real painter of history or thonght we have in England?" "There's nothing aere like Carpaccio, ' ' he writes f rom Venice to Sir Edward Bnrne-Jones. 'There's a bit of htimble pie for you. I ion 't give up my Tintoret, but his dislolution of expression into drapery and 3hadow ia too licentious for me now. " "I've been going to the old masters, " he writes to Mr. Murray, "and staring it the Sir Joshua's. My stars, what that fellowcould do!" And here finally are some flying shafts at certain modern imitators of Turner: "I have been now for 40 years vainly and always louder and louder growling and thundering into the deaf cars of tbe artists who f ancied they adraired Tv.rnor: 'Lead pencil point - pencil, sir! Pencil - pencil - till yon can manado your blacklcad - then color if y!;u will. ' They never attend to One word that I say, but go on daub, daub, danb to thair deaths, and do

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Ann Arbor Argus
Old News