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Updated: May 13, 2025
Why were these synthetic plasms, as they called them, no use? ECRASIA. We are waiting for you to tell us. PYGMALION. Not bad for a baby, my pet. But dead and alive are very loose terms. You are not half as much alive as you will be in another month or so. What was wrong with the synthetic protoplasm was that it could not fix and conduct the Life Force.
Pygmalion formed an ivory maid, and longed for an informing soul. She, on the contrary, combined all the qualities of a hero's mind, and fate presented a statue in which she might enshrine them. We mean not to trace the progress of this passion, or recount how often Darnford and Maria were obliged to part in the midst of an interesting conversation.
She was about to add something more, when Huldbrand, with the most heartfelt tenderness and love, clasped her in his arms, and again bore her back to the shore. There, amid tears and kisses, he first swore never to forsake his affectionate wife, and esteemed himself even more happy than Pygmalion, for whom Venus gave life to his beautiful statue, and thus changed it into a beloved wife.
Command SEMELE, I'm but a woman, a frail woman How can the potter bend before his pot? How can the artist kneel before his statue? ZEUS. Pygmalion bowed before his masterpiece And Zeus now worships his own Semele! Alas for us poor maidens! Zeus has my heart, gods only can I love, The gods deride me, Zeus despises me! ZEUS. Zeus who is now before thy feet SEMELE. Arise!
I felt like Pygmalion but it was all potential, unrealized and ass that I was, I assumed that she would have no other idea in the matter. I was going to marry her because I I had started things going, you know. I had no choice even if I had wanted one.
THE NEWLY BORN. Just a little. Carry Pygmalion into the temple; and dispose of his remains in the usual way. Ecrasia, Arjillax, Strephon, and the Newly Born sit down as before, but on contrary benches; so that Strephon and the Newly Born now face the grove, and Ecrasia and Arjillax the temple. The Ancients remain standing at the altar. STREPHON. Or the wind from the sea at the turn of the tide!
"And she was smooth and full, as if one gush Of life had washed her, or as if a sleep Lay on her eyelid, easier to sweep Than bee from daisy." BEDDOIS' Pygmalion. "Sche was as whyt as lylye yn May, Or snow that sneweth yn wynterys day." Romance of Sir Launfal. I walked on, in the fresh morning air, as if new-born.
The legs sprung against the reeds and flags, in the same way. Lastly, he looked at the bas-relief which stood near, leaning against the wall. It was very, very strange. Had the old fable of Pygmalion a truth in it, then? And could the same genius that created also give life and warmth to its productions?
THE SHE-ANCIENT. Yet the more beautiful they become the further they retreat from you. You cannot caress them as you caress the rag doll. You cannot cry for them when they are broken or lost, or when you pretend they have been unkind to you, as you could when you played with rag dolls. THE HE-ANCIENT. At last, like Pygmalion, you demand from your dolls the final perfection of resemblance to life.
I was able to make a sort of monster: a thing without arms or legs; and it really and truly lived for half-an-hour. THE NEWLY BORN. Half-an-hour! What good was that? Why did it die? PYGMALION. Its blood went wrong. But I got that right; and then I went ahead with a complete human body: arms and legs and all. He was my first man. ARJILLAX. Who modelled him? PYGMALION. I did.
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