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 substitution of atmosphere for shape, the sacrifice of form to tint, the cloudland of the mere colourist. With that cyclopean impudence which was the most stunning sign of his sincerity, he treated the greatest names not only as if they were despicable, but as if they were actually despised. He reasons mildly with the artistic authorities, saying—

"You must admit that Rubens was a fool, And yet you make him master in your school, And give more money for his slobberings Than you will give for Raphael's finest things."

And then, with one of those sudden lunges of sense which made him a swordsman after all, he really gets home upon Rubens—

"I understood Christ was a carpenter And not a brewer's drayman, my good sir."

In another satire he retells the fable of the dog, the bone, and the river, and permits (with admirable humour) the dog to expatiate upon the vast pictorial superiority of the bone's reflection in the river over the bone itself; the shadow so delicate, suggestive, rich in tone, the real bone so hard and academic in outline. He was the sharpest satirist of the Impressionists