![]() ![]() He had, therefore, never failed to give Aphrodite the honour that was due to her. Pygmalion had always felt a special devotion for this goddess because he, by his very nature, was a seeker after beauty. ![]() Then came the day of the festival of Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty. The legend has it that half the night Pygmalion gazed at the beautiful image then with a hopeless sigh he went to bed, haunted as ever by his dreams. ![]() The Blessing of AphroditeĪfter long labour and careful patient working, the statue was actually finished. In this obsession with the beauty of his dreams, Pygmalion wore out and became pale and exhausted. Often he imagined that he saw her move and asked himself what a joy it would be if she were actually living. ![]() He would sit gazing at the maiden, whom he had given the name Galatea. The mere contemplation of the finished statue filled him with exquisite pleasure. In his very dreams, the girl in the statue haunted him and seemed to wake up for him and come alive. By the time, the ivory statue was completed, Pygmalion could think of nothing else. Even before this statue was finished, he would lay the chisel and stare at his work for an hour or so, tracing in his mind the beauty that had as yet only partly unfolded itself. Finally, in his quest for ideal beauty, he began to work on an ivory statue of a girl who satisfied him in every way. ![]()
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