their loveliness because they are common to our eyes.
So it is with that china dog. In 2288 people will gush over it. The making of such dogs will have become a lost art. Our descendants will wonder how we did it, and say how clever we were. We shall be referred to lovingly as „those grand old artists that flourished in the nineteenth century, and produced those china dogs.“
The „sampler“ that the eldest daughter did at school will be spoken of as „tapestry of the Victorian era“, and be almost priceless. The blue-and-white mugs of the present-day roadside inn will be hunted up, all cracked and chipped, and sold for their weight in gold, and rich people will use them for claret cups; and travellers from Japan will buy up all the „Presents from Ramsgate“, and „Souvenirs of Margate“, that may have escaped destruction, and take them back to Jedo as ancient English curios.
