The Centurion's Foot--a concrete brick, an important thing.
The beautiful woman speaks searchingly in deliberate, sincere obfuscations, while slides
flash across the very stage where Eakins once taught. We see figures of Greeks that say nothing to
us yet but still dominate our efforts like the 'Unknown God'. The buildings were not so old or so tall,
but there was the cast hall with David, and so many corridors, and the wide open possibility of the
Continent nearby.