The mystery of esthetic like that of material creation is accomplished. The artist, like the god of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond … - James Joyce
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The mystery of esthetic like that of material creation is accomplished. The artist, like the god of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
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