ONE of the prettiest Japanese carvings I ever saw represented an elephant.
Quite a little elephant done in ivory, yet as elephantine as Jumbo himself. Altogether an exquisite work of art.
Still, its finishing touch of excellence resided (to my thinking) neither in trunk nor in knowing eye; but rather in the subtle artistic instinct which had placed that elephant well back on his ivory stand, so as to leave him room to walk on.
The position spoke for itself. There stood the elephant able and willing to take his walk, and to all intents and purposes about to start.
Thus the unique charm of that immovable elephant lay in his expression of progress.
I fear many of our movable selves so reverse the marvel that the last idea conveyed by our expression is any promise of progress.
But if so, why so?