To David, Sculptor:
The permanence of the work on which I inscribe your name — twice made illustrious in this century — is very problematical; whereas you have graven mine in bronze which survives nations — if only in their coins. The day may come when numismatists, discovering amid the ashes of Paris existences perpetuated by you, will wonder at the number of heads crowned in your atelier and endeavour to find in them new dynasties.
To you, this divine privilege; to me, gratitude.
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