“The point is we’re not toys, toys isn’t the word; we’re litter. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. ’ ‘Eh? Why did you not say so, man?’ demanded Hilary crossly. She had always loved babies, like you! We ran away to the Barbars, back then, the land of the barbarian North. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind.
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