2064 OR THEREABOUTS
A wanderer and dreamer comes to Moderan man's Stronghold. What's this? How absurd! An artist turning up in the world of war, steel and machines.
"Yes, I have been of the wanderers," he talked on, "the lost and searching wanderers, who sometimes never find because we pick, to look for, a Dream too shining to ever be."
And the dreamer goes on:
"I have longed to make some enduring monument; I have hungered after the Great Painting; ever haunted by questions I have tried throughout a long failure to express the Life-Meaning, the essence of YOU and ME. And now, changing my course a little, I have come to do it as a single portrait, one of your great firm master calmly in his chair! Right here in this Stronghold!"
Moderan man, at bottom a worrywart, starts trembling. Even the artist knows if Moderan man is the one truly in charge of this Stronghold, such a trembling one will never do as a model for his ideal portrait. He wanders off to meet his fate.
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