With These Hands By C. M. KORNBLUTH Illustrated by KARL ROGERS [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from Galaxy Science Fiction December 1951. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] No self-respecting artist can object to suffering for his art ... but not in a society where art is outdated by technology! I Halvorsen waited in the Chancery office while Monsignor Reedy disposed of three persons who had preceded him. He was a little dizzy with hunger and noticed only vaguely that the prelate's secretary was beckoning to him. He started to his feet when the secretary pointedly opened the door to Monsignor Reedy's inner office and stood waiting beside it. The artist crossed the floor, forgetting that he had leaned his portfolio against his chair, remembered at the door and went back for it, flushing. The secretary looked patient. "Thanks," Halvorsen murmured to him as the door closed. There was something wrong with the prelate's manner. "I've brought the designs for the Stations, Padre," he said, opening the portfolio on the desk. "Bad news, Roald," said the monsignor. "I know how you've been looking forward to the commission--" "Somebody else get it?" asked the artist faintly, leaning against the desk. "I thought his eminence definitely decided I had the--" "It's not that," said the monsignor. "But the Sacred Congregation of Rites this week made a pronouncement on images of devotion. Stereopantograph is to be licit within a diocese at the discretion of the bishop. And his eminence--" "S.P.G.--slimy imitations," protested Halvorsen. "Real as a plastic eye. No texture. No guts. _You_ know that, Padre!" he said accusingly. "I'm sorry, Roald," said the monsignor. "Your work is better than we'll get from a stereopantograph--to my eyes, at least. But there are other considerations." "Money!" spat the artist. "Yes, money," the prelate admitted. "His eminence wants to see the St. Xavier U. building program through before he dies. Is that a mortal sin? And there are our schools, our charities, our Venus mission. S.P.G. will mean a considerable saving on procurement and maintenance of devotional images. Even if I could, I would not disagree with his eminence on adopting it as a matter of diocesan policy." The prelate's eyes fell on the detailed drawings of the Stations of the Cross and lingered. "Your St. Veronica," he said abstractedly. "Very fine. It suggests one of Caravaggio's care-worn saints to me. I would have liked to see her in the bronze." "So would I," said Halvorsen hoarsely. "Keep the drawings, Padre." He started for the door. "But I can't--" "That's all right."