[Figure 8] There were Masters in those days, but, alas--it is not so now.

Of course the main preciousness of this piece lies in its color; it is that old sensuous, pervading, ramifying, interpolating, transboreal blue which is the despair of modern art.

The little sketch which I have made of this gem cannot and does not do it justice, since I have been obliged to leave out the color.

But I've got the expression, though.
However, I must not be frittering away the reader's time with these details.

I did not intend to go into any detail at all, at first, but it is the failing of the true ceramiker, or the true devotee in any department of brick-a-brackery, that once he gets his tongue or his pen started on his darling theme, he cannot well stop until he drops from exhaustion.