"This is to be--not a mere pandering to curiosity--but an attempt to get
at the inside of things--to get the atmosphere, so to speak; not merely
to catalogue furniture."
He was quoting from the prospectus of the new paper, and then cleared
his throat for the utterance of a tremendous truth.
"Photography--is not--Art," he remarked.
The fantastic side of our colloquy began to strike me.
"After all," I thought to myself, "why shouldn't that girl have played
at being a denizen of another sphere? She did it ever so much better
than Callan. She did it too well, I suppose."
"The price is very decent," Callan chimed in. "I don't know how much per
thousand, ...but...."