He handed the wooden paw to Theodoros. “Your art is no different. The mean is not ‘less than genius.’ It is the razor’s edge between lifeless form and shattered rock. You have been carving safely . That is not moderation. That is fear.”
Theodoros wiped marble dust from his brow. “Moderation in all things, Eleni. That is the path.” etica a nicomaco
He raised his hammer. Eleni watched from the doorway. He handed the wooden paw to Theodoros
At dawn, he stepped back.