THEN we shall see the hammer used only
for smashing, then we shall see it. Yet here we are--we have the
opportunity to make beautiful factories, beautiful machine-houses--we
have the opportunity--'
Gudrun could only partly understand. She could have cried with
vexation.
'What does he say?' she asked Ursula. And Ursula translated, stammering
and brief. Loerke watched Gudrun's face, to see her judgment.
'And do you think then,' said Gudrun, 'that art should serve industry?'
'Art should INTERPRET industry, as art once interpreted religion,' he
said.
'But does your fair interpret industry?' she asked him.
'Certainly. What is man doing, when he is at a fair like this? He is
fulfilling the counterpart of labour--the machine works him, instead of
he the machine. He enjoys the mechanical motion, in his own body.'
'But is there nothing but work--mechanical work?' said Gudrun.
'Nothing but work!' he repeated, leaning forward, his eyes two
darknesses, with needle-points of light.
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