Much poorer, and intentionally so. For the myth of the creation of
humanity, the sculptor uses his best strength, and shows supremely the
grace of womanhood; but in representing the first peasant state of life,
makes the grace of woman by no means her conspicuous quality. She
even walks awkwardly; some feebleness in foreshortening the foot
also embarrassing the sculptor. He knows its form perfectly--but its
perspective, not quite yet.
The trees stiff and stunted--they also needing culture. Their fruit
dropping at present only into beasts' mouths.