Note: This essay will appear in That Mighty Sculptor, Time, by Marguerite Yourcenar, forthcoming from Farrar, Straus & Giroux. Translation copyright 1990 by Walter Kaiser. Originally published in French; copyright 1983 by Editions Gallimard.

On the day when a statue is finished, its life, in a certain sense, begins. The first phase, in which it has been brought, by means of the sculptor’s efforts, out of the block of stone into human shape, is over; a second phase, stretching across the course of centuries, through alternations of adoration, admiration, love, hatred, and indifference, and successive degrees of erosion and attrition, will bit by bit return it to the state of unformed mineral mass out of which its sculptor had taken it.

It goes without saying that we do not possess a single Greek statue in the state in which its contemporaries knew it: we can barely...

 

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