She had passed
to the stage where there is added pleasure to the drudgery,
for, the drudgery never ceases. And what was the
pleasure? Why, more work--always work--bringing
into use not merely the routine parts of the mind,
but also the imaginative and creative faculties. She
had learned her trade--not well enough, for no
superior man or woman ever feels that he or she knows
the trade well enough--but well enough to begin to use
it.
Said Moldini: ``When the great one, who has
achieved and arrived, is asked for advice by the sweet,
enthusiastic young beginner, what is the answer?
Always the same: `My dear child, don't! Go back
home, and marry and have babies.' You know why
now?''
And Mildred, looking back over the dreary drudgery
that had been, and looking forward to the drudgery
yet to come, dreary enough for all the prospects of a
few flowers and a little sun--Mildred said: ``Indeed
I do, maestro.''
``They think it means what you Americans call
morals--as if that were all of morality! But it doesn't
mean morals; not at all.
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