In Boston

A man either sees what he believes or believes what he sees. Let a painter regard a barn. If he sees a red rectangular building, useful for the housing of animals and grain, with a farm wagon in front of it, a maple tree behind it, he is in the latter class—an academician. If, on the other hand, he sees a toppling multicolored cube atilt against an oblong vegetable, with a grisly wheeled mechanism in the foreground, he sees what few believe. Such a one may be...

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