Two Poets were quarrelling for the Apple of Discord1 and the Bone of
Contention2, for they were very hungry.
"My sons," said Apollo, "I will part the prizes between you. You,"
he said to the First Poet, "excel in Art - take the Apple. And
you," he said to the Second Poet, "in Imagination - take the Bone."
"To Art the best prize!" said the First Poet, triumphantly3, and
endeavouring to devour4 his award broke all his teeth. The Apple
was a work of Art.
"That shows our Master's contempt for mere5 Art," said the Second
Poet, grinning.
Thereupon he attempted to gnaw6 his Bone, but his teeth passed
through it without resistance. It was an imaginary Bone.
