You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. “Don’t let them know I’m here. There are sing-song girls in Hong-Kong and Shanghai who are famous and wealthy. From suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. There was no railway beyond Frutigen in those days; they sent their baggage by post to Kandersteg, and walked along the mule path to the left of the stream to that queer hollow among the precipices, Blau See, where the petrifying branches of trees lie in the blue deeps of an icy lake, and pine-trees clamber among gigantic boulders. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring.
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