No. 202. Quartz.

Abigail from next door was surprised, in the course of one of her unsolicited visits to his studio, to find two gigantic hunks of quartz, glistening on his display table.
"What's the idea?" she asked him. "You didn't make the quartz. It's not art. Why this veneration?".
"It's better than I can do," he told her patiently. "It's better than anyone can do." "So what happens now?" Abigail wanted to know. "You'll probably just get depressed, won't you?"
"Probably," he replied...

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