In The Eyes Of Those Lovers Of Perfection, A Work Is Never Finished–A Word That For Them Has No Sense–But Abandoned; And This Abandonment, Whether To The Flames Or To The Public (And Which Is The Result Of Weariness Or An Obligation To Deliver) Is A Kind Of An Accident To Them, Like The Breaking Off Of A Reflection, Which Fatigue, Irritation, Or Something Similar Has Made Worthless.