The bald, bearded Frenchman hunched painfully over his writing table was feeling old, ill and a bit sorry for himself. Painter Paul Cézanne had studied hard, but had he learned, at 67, to paint intelligibly? Hardly anyone thought so. The old man scrawled the question once again. "Shall I ever reach the goal so eagerly sought and so long pursued?" he wrote. "A vague feeling of discomfort persists which will not disappear until I shall have gained the harbor, that is, until I shall have accomplished something more promising than what has gone before....
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