text:  In Raffaelle creation is complete--Eve is presented to Adam now awake; but neither the new-born charms the submissive grace and virgin purity of the beauteous image; nor the awful presence of her Introductor draw him from his mental trance into effusions of love or gratitude; at ease reclined with fingers pointing at himself and his new mate he seems to methodize the surprising event that took place during his sleep and to whisper the words--'flesh of my flesh