Rodin looked at himself for a while, then suddenly frowned and said, "Oh, no! There is something wrong with it ... My left shoulder is a little askew, and my face ... I'm sorry, please wait for me for a while ... "So he picked up a scraper and a wooden blade and gently crossed the soft soil, giving the muscles a softer luster. His strong hand moved; His eyes sparkled with wisdom.
He is completely immersed in creation. So half an hour later, at one o'clock ... Rodin became more and more powerful and excited, and never said a word to Zweig again. The whole world seems to have disappeared to him except that he created higher forms of ideas.
Finally, after the work was finished, he threw down the scraper comfortably, covered a statue of a woman on the wet cloth, just like a loving man putting a shawl on his lover and then walked out the door.