132. When there was no answer he said, “How much does it weigh?”
133. I suppose it was up to me to explain that it was a piece of plaster sculpture, but I was at a loss for words. Agnes rushed to the defense of my sculpture, but it was too late, the damage was done.
134. The very next night I went out for one of my long all night walks to think over what to do about my predicament.
135. No matter what my teacher said, I wanted my sculpture to look like sculpture, and not simply a duplicate of something that already existed in the world.