In The Painted Veil, after Walter's death, Kitty and Waddington make their way up to the village temple. While there, they ponder some pretty heavy questions related to faith and the purpose of life. Kitty wonders whether the nuns simply believe that life is an illusion they must proceed through to get to a heavenly eternity and then worries that if there is, in fact, no afterlife, then their life has been without purpose.
Waddington responds by saying, "I wonder if it matters that what they have aimed at is an illusion. Their lives are in themselves beautiful. I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art" (196).
I want you to reflect on this passage for your blog post this week. What does Waddington mean here? How can relate this back to the title of the novel? In what ways might we see this idea apply to Kitty's experiences in China?
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