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.
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