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I soldiered on, in spite of all opposition. I unlearned that which had spoiled my hands and I learned to forge as well as to feel, to put into the wood and the stone that which I had only been able to take out before. I began to make fetishes—if that is what they were—in earnest. I submitted every one to the wise judgment of Sanya’s fingers, even when I had sensitivity enough of my own to know what they were, and was never wholly satisfied until she declared them good.
In my dreams, I submitted them to the appraisal of another jury, but I never felt that I was doing so in order to appease the primitive gods, or win their fickle favor. I did what I did because they were the peers which had the right to judge me. I committed my soul to the statues I made because that was where my s
