text:  We have persuaded all our friends we have even persuaded yourself that you have some knowledge of sculpture; whereas every one who follows his own judgment and is not led astray by our puffs must see that you could not carve an old woman's face out of a radish; that you are fit for nothing with the chisel but to smooth gravestones and cut crying cherubs over a churchyard door; that your donkey"-- "Well what of my donkey as you call it?" cried the enraged sculptor "I have heard you praise it a thousand times