It takes a very great painter indeed to believe so ardently in his own immortality that he will take precautions, as he lays on his colors, for the physical endurance of the chemicals that compose them. Such a painter would say to the shopman who provides him with his materials: "The last indigo you sold me was vile. It will look like the devil in 500 years. Now I must have a chrome that will last a thousand; give me a wash that doomsday cannot crackE_P]
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