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and yet

So few are Artists, really. Many write just-so (“pricksong”) (like I say they should), and yet they say nothing). You flout the creed I shout (An Artist I consider myself: I speak.); and yet I must admit you speak, and they do not. Though Craftsmen may decide to follow artists’ lines (my lines), Art is there or not; and yet, seeming lineless, you speak (my language).  *

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