infinite number of times." `050730 By a kindred bent he indulged
himself in queer pranks; so one day he hid the cleaned gut of a ram in
a room, and when his friends had gathered there, he inflated the gut
by a bellows in an adjoining chamber, until the swelling skin
crowded his guests against the walls. He recorded in his notebooks a
variety of second-class fables and jokes.
His curiosity, his inversion, his sensitivity, his passion for
perfection, all entered into his most fatal defect- the inability or
unwillingess to complete what he had begun. Perhaps he entered upon
each work of art with a view to solve a technical problem of
composition, color, or design, and lost interest in the work when
the solution had been found. Art, he said, lies in conceiving and
designing, not in the actual execution; this was labor for lesser
minds. Or he pictured to himself some subtlety, significance, or
perfection that his patient, and at last impatient, hand could not
realize, and he abandoned the effort in despair, as in the case of the
face of Christ. `050731 He passed too quickly from one task or subject
to another; he was interested in too many things; he lacked a unifying
purpose, a dominating idea; this "universal man" was a medley of
brilliant fragments; he was possessed of and by too many abilities
to harness them to one goal. In the end he mourned, "I have wasted
my hours." `050732
He wrote five thousand pages, but never completed one book.
Quantitatively he was more an author than an artist. He speaks of
having composed 120 manuscripts; fifty remain. They are written from
right to left in a half-Oriental script that almost lends color to the
legend that at one time he traveled in the Near East, served the
Egyptian sultan, and embraced the Mohammedan faith. `050733 His
grammar is poor, his spelling is individualistic. His reading was
varied and desultory. He had a little library of thirty-seven volumes:
the Bible, Aesop, Diogenes Laertius, Ovid, Livy, Pliny the Elder,
Dante, Petrarch, Poggio, Filelfo, Ficino, Pulci, the Travels of
"Mandeville," and treatises on mathematics, cosmography, anatomy,
medicine, agriculture, palmistry, and the art of war. He remarked that
"the knowledge of past times and of geography adorns and nourishes the
intellect," `050734 but his many anachronisms show only a scattering
acquaintance with history. He aspired to be a good writer; made