105. I pictured to myself the person who had so painstakingly
crafted the original wood mold for the cast iron manhole cover. I could see him
now, in my minds eye, complaining to the police about my doings, complaining to
the Captain of the police himself, and his crew in the sculpture studio.
106. What I was doing was even worse that what the Captain was
doing, because I wasn’t crafting a copy of the thing, but simply casting it
directly from life, and calling the cast a work of art, created by yours truly,
Richard Bartlesby, retired postal clerk, and forger of man-hole covers.
107. I knew for a fact that whomever had created the manhole
covers was probably long dead, and besides, has anyone ever seen an artist’s
signature on any of these millions of utilitarian metal objects we are surrounded
by everywhere?
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