Spring 1872 – To Plumb the Springs of Creation


Pudovkin sat calmly, as if his laboratory were not in shambles and rain was not leaking through the roof. “Eisenstein created, or perhaps, discovered the protean flesh that made it possible for DeFrancis to craft his being. DeFrancis’s notes on the process by which he animated it were, at best, fragmentary. Some of them seemed to be encoded and some were clearly the ravings of an overtaxed mind. His diaries indicate a man of great passions and singular pursuits who often plunged into a task without considering the ramifications.” 

Pudovkin allowed himself a slight smile. “I have a familiarity with that sort of man.”