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But surely, Thrasymachus, the arts are the superiors and rulers of their own subjects?
Yet when we have said all our fine things about the arts, we must end with a frank confession, that the arts, as we know them, are but initial.
But there is something beyond - a higher point, a subtle and unmistakable touch of love and pride beyond mere skill; almost an inspiration which gives to all work that finish which is almost art - which IS art.
Thus in the music of the flute and of the lyre, 'harmony' and rhythm alone are employed; also in other arts, such as that of the shepherd's pipe, which are essentially similar to these.
It is a question whether we have ever seen the full expression of a personality, except on the imaginative plane of art. In action, we never have.
In the first place then, some one may doubt whether the getting of money is the same thing as economy, or whether it is a part of it, or something subservient to it; and if so, whether it is as the art of making shuttles is to the art of weaving, or the art of making brass to that of statue founding, for they are not of the same service; for the one supplies the tools, the other the matter: by the matter I mean the subject out of which the work is finished, as wool for the cloth and brass for the statue.
'I am master of a hundred arts, and have into the bargain a sackful of cunning.
They have neither the matured and systematically trained powers of the Polygonal Bachelors and Masters of Arts, nor yet the native precocity and mercurial versatility of the youthful Tradesman.
Joe Larrabee came out of the post-oak flats of the Middle West pulsing with a genius for pictorial art. At six he drew a picture of the town pump with a prominent citizen passing it hastily.
All things are in place in that art, self-created, logical, and well proportioned.
"To Art the best prize!" said the First Poet, triumphantly, and endeavouring to devour his award broke all his teeth.
If I ventured to describe that attitude, there would be a fine howl--but there the Venus lies, for anybody to gloat over that wants to--and there she has a right to lie, for she is a work of art, and Art has its privileges.