2809. It is only gradually that it dawns on Mr. Hunt that he is not looking at a drawing but an object that was created by a machine and the utilization of chemicals in a laboratory. When he looked very carefully at the object this is what he noticed: the clothing appeared to be unfinished as when in a drawing something is left undone, or scrubbed out with the eraser. But the unfinished parts were full of very faint mathematically accurate detail.
2811. Poor Mr. Holman Hunt. Just for a moment we will imagine that he is not just Mr Hunt, but a combination and amalgamation of all the artists who have ever lived. In his blood and in his bones, in his genetic makeup are all of those individuals who dedicated their lives to trying to figure out how on earth one goes about getting what the eye sees down onto a piece of paper so other people might understand it.