Broad daylight had at last come into it's own. On every side the famous blue tone was manifest, even in portraits and in the historical scenes which are really glorified pictures the old academic subjects had disappeared with the dreary academic colouring, as if the rejected doctrine had taken with it all it's ghostly personifications, imaginary beings and events, the cadaverous nuclear of pagan and catholic mythology, the legends not founded on faith, the anecdotes not founded on fact. On every side there were pictures that were like holes in the wall, Open windows on the world outside. It would not be long before the walls themselves crumbled. The breach was already wide, routine had gone down before the lively onslaught made by youth and daring.