"There are, if I can oversimplify," Newboy went on, "two concepts of the artist. The one gives all to his work in a very real way; if he does not produce volumes, he at least goes through many, many drafts. He neglects his life, and his life totters and sways and often plummets into chaos. It is presumptuous of us to judge him unhappy: or, when
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