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Updated: May 13, 2025
It was one of the prints from the fogged plates that I'd taken after that first night. "Come closer to me if you feel frightened, Pudgie," he said. "You said they were old plates, Pudgie. No no; the plates were all right; it's I who am wrong!" "Of course," I said. It seemed so natural.
The gang of boys in front of the drug store commented, "Hey, Pudgie, play you a game of checkers on that dress." Carol could not endure it. She drew her fur coat over the suit and hastily fastened the buttons, while the boys snickered. No group angered her quite so much as these staring young roues.
And it didn't seem in the least horrible to me, for I kept on murmuring, "Of course, of course." Then Benlian rubbed his hands and smiled at me. "I'm making good progress, am I not?" he said. "Splendid!" I breathed. "Better than you know, too," he chuckled, "for you're not properly under yet. But you will be, Pudgie, you will be " "Yes, yes!... Will it be long, Benlian?"
Now a chap doesn't like to be changed about like that; so, without looking at Benlian, I muttered a bit testily, "Don't, Benlian!" Then I heard him get up and knock his chair away. He was standing behind me. "Pudgie," he said, in a moved sort of voice, "I'm no good to you. Get out of this. Get out " "No, no, Benlian!" I pleaded. "Get out, do you hear, and don't come again!
"And even if, like the God of the others, it doesn't vouchsafe a special sign and wonder, it's Benlian, for all that?" "Oh, do be quick, Benlian! I can't bear another minute!" Then, for the last time, he turned his great eaten-out eyes on me. "I seal you mine, Pudgie!" he said. Then his eyes fastened themselves on the statue. I waited for a quarter of an hour, scarcely breathing.
"Ah!" he said.... "Well, it's about that arm, Pudgie; I want you to tell me about the arm. Does it look so strange as it did?" "No," I said. "I thought it wouldn't," he observed. "But I haven't touched it, Pudgie " So I stayed the evening there. But you must not think he was always doing that thing whatever it was to me. I'd gone into his place one night to have a look at his statue.
They haven't got any souls bigger than a sixpence to put into it.... You know, Pudgie, that Force and Matter are the same thing that it's decided nowadays that you can't define matter otherwise than as 'a point of Force'?" "Yes," I found myself saying eagerly, as if I'd heard it dozens of times before.
I'm passing nicely into it; and when I'm quite passed quite passed, Pudgie you can have the key and come in when you like." "Oh, thanks awfully," I murmured gratefully. He nudged me. "What would they think of it, Pudgie those of the exhibitions and academies, who say 'their souls are in their work'? What would the cacklers think of it, Pudgie?" "Aren't they fools!" I chuckled.
"Then you ought to see a doctor," I said, a bit alarmed. "No, no, Pudgie. My force is all going there all but the minimum that can't be helped, you know.... You've heard artists talk about 'putting their soul into their work, Pudgie?" "Don't rub it in about my rotten miniatures, Benlian," I asked him. "You've heard them say that; but they're charlatans, professional artists, all, Pudgie.
I developed the plate. The obliteration now seemed complete. But Benlian seemed dissatisfied. "There's something wrong somewhere," he said. "It isn't so perfect as that yet I can feel within me it isn't. It's merely that your camera isn't strong enough to find me, Pudgie." "I'll get another in the morning," I cried. "No," he answered. "I know something better than that.
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