" He was one of the persons who thought
Roderick delightfully fresh.
"I may make a David," said Roderick, "but I shall not try any more of
the Old Testament people. I don't like the Jews; I don't like pendulous
noses. David, the boy David, is rather an exception; you can think of
him and treat him as a young Greek. Standing forth there on the plain
of battle between the contending armies, rushing forward to let fly his
stone, he looks like a beautiful runner at the Olympic games. After that
I shall skip to the New Testament. I mean to make a Christ."
"You 'll put nothing of the Olympic games into him, I hope," said
Gloriani.
"Oh, I shall make him very different from the Christ of tradition;
more--more"--and Roderick paused a moment to think. This was the first
that Rowland had heard of his Christ.
"More rationalistic, I suppose," suggested Miss Blanchard.
"More idealistic!" cried Roderick. "The perfection of form, you know, to
symbolize the perfection of spirit."
"For a companion piece," said Miss Blanchard, "you ought to make a
Judas."
"Never! I mean never to make anything ugly.
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