Looking for Rodin

I was looking for the spirit of Auguste Rodin. And all I found was this pitiful reflection of myself in a mirror of the basement, the bathroom really, while visiting the installations of his house-museum in Paris, on a cold morning in February of 2006. It must be said, in all fairness, that his spirit has spilled over the museum walls and now lives openly in streets, cities and countries, for it is of such powerful nature, that nothing can contain it in a single enclosure.