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Updated: June 13, 2025
It fooled them all the clever X-ray men, the artists of the academies, everybody! Written on the fly-leaf was "To My Pudgie." I shall publish it when I get it back again. Benlian had now got frightfully weak; it's awfully hard work, passing yourself. And he had to take a little milk now and then or he'd have died before he had quite finished.
"You'll have to walk me about soon, Pudgie, and bang me with bladders, as they do the opium-patients," he said sleepily. "Let me take one of the statue now," I said eagerly. But he put up his hand. "No, no. That's too much like testing our god. Faith's the food they feed gods on, Pudgie. We'll let the S.P.R. people photograph it when it's all over," he said. "Now get it developed."
And he knew how unsettled he'd got me; and I'll tell you how I found that out. Straight out one night, when he was sitting up in my place, he asked me: "Do you like me, Pudgie?" "Do you like me, Pudgie?" he said. As for my answer, I don't know how it spurted out. I was much more surprised than he was, for I really didn't intend it.
I'd taken all the scaffolding down from the statue, and he was ready to begin. He had to waste one last bit of strength to explain to me, but I drew as close as I could, so that he wouldn't lose much. "Now, Pudgie," I just heard him say, "you've behaved splendidly, and you'll be quite still up to the finish, won't you?" I nodded.
"And I shall have one worshipper, shan't I, Pudgie?" "Rather!" I replied. "Isn't it splendid!... Oh, need I go back just yet?" "Yes, you must go now; but I'll send for you again very soon.... You know I tried to do without you, Pudge; I tried for thirteen days, and it nearly killed me! That's past. I shan't try again. Now off you trot, my Pudgie "
"No," he said. "Well," I continued, "you ought to have a little relaxation; you're knocking yourself up." And, indeed, he looked awfully ill. But he shook his head. "A man's only a definite amount of force in him, Pudgie," he said, "and if he spends it in one way he goes short in another. Mine goes there." He glanced at the statue. "I rarely sleep now," he added.
I and the doctor who was not ill lifted him on the canvas stretcher. The green-gleaming frame of fluctuating light was passed over the whole of his body. Then the doctor ran to a telephone and called a colleague.... We spent the morning there, with dozens of doctors coming and going. Then we left. All the way home in the cab Benlian chuckled to himself. "That scared 'em, Pudgie!" he chuckled.
"No," he replied, "not if I can keep from eating and sleeping and thinking of other things than the statue and if you don't disturb me by having girls about the place, Pudgie." "I'm awfully sorry," I said contritely. "All right, all right; ssh!... This, you know, Pudgie, is my own studio; I bought it; I bought it purposely to make my statue, my god.
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