Chapter CCIII
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Landscape has taken refuge in the theatre; scene-painters alone understand its true character and can put it into practice with a happy result. But Corot?
Oh that man's soul rebounds like a steel spring; he is no mere landscape painter, but an artist--a real artist, and rare and exceptional genius.
_Delacroix._
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The mind of the artistChapter CCIII
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