March 22, 1839

Third in a series:

Each work of art excludes the world, concentrates attention on itself. For the time it is the only thing worth doing -- to do just that; be it a sonnet, statue, a landscape, an outline head of Caesar, or an oration. Presently we return to the sight of another that globes itself into a Whole as did the first, for example, a beautiful garden; and nothing seems worth doing in life but laying out a garden.

Is this ADHD talking or its opposite?