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Book Excerpt: oking for them here."March thought of asking him what he was looking for; but, feeling unequalto a technical discussion at least as deep as the deep-sea fishes, he returned to more ordinary topics."Delightful sort of hole this is," he said. "This little delland river here. It's like those places Stevenson talks about, where something ought to happen.""I know," answered the other. "I think it's because the place itself, so to speak, seems to happen and not merely to exist.Perhaps that's what old Picasso and some of the Cubists are tryingto express by angles and jagged lines. Look at that wall likelow cliffs that juts forward just at right angles to the slopeof turf sweeping up to it. That's like a silent collision.It's like a breaker and the back-wash of a wave."March looked at the low-browed crag overhanging the greenslope and nodded. He was interested in a man who turnedso easily from the technicalities of science to those of art;and asked him if he admired the new angular artRead M
