From where I am writing, I can, by turning a little, see the complete set of Bossuet’s books stacked up on the shelves familiar to me, and I have on this table, the Histoire des Variations, that I can open at my liking, assured of meeting in it the perfection of life from its first pages. Nevertheless, I would not know how to compare for its vivacity, the beautiful freshness of pleasure, that emotion already old to the emotion that the newly discovered chapters have given me. A statue recently pulled out of the ground, even from an inferior age, touches and moves for an instant with more force than the most beautiful things known. Judge if chance brings to daylight a masterpiece from Phidias” school! We have here a masterpiece from Phidias himself.