Oscar Wilde once told André Gide this story…
There was once a man who could think only in bronze.
And this man one day had an idea, an idea of The Pleasure that Abideth for a Moment. And he felt that he must give expression to it. But in the whole world there was but one single piece of bronze, for men had used it all up.
And this man felt that he would go mad if he did not give expression to his idea.
And he remembered a piece of bronze on the tomb of his wife, a statue which he had himself fashioned to set on the tomb of his wife, the only woman he had ever loved.
It was the image of The Sorrow that Endureth for Ever.
And the man felt that he was becoming mad, because he could not give expression to his idea.
Then he took this image of Sorrow, of the Sorrow that endureth for Ever, and broke it up and melted it and fashioned of it an Image of Pleasure, of the Pleasure that abideth for a Moment.'