Mr. WALPOLE: So tell me what you think of beauty?
Mr. HOGARTH: Beauty is simple. It’s the curve of the hip, the intonation of the muscle. It’s a long walk along a serpentine river. A still evening in the summer. A clear winter’s day. It’s the sepals of the rose, the motion of the flame. It’s the bit on the body that makes the heart leap. It is simplicity of form, of form without clumsiness. It is the line of grace. It has infinite variety!!
Mr. WALPOLE: So you mean it’s a bit like an eel?
Mr. HOGARTH: I guess it is when you think about it …