Pygmalion went home, wondering what to make of the manifestation he had seen. When he entered his studio, however, and saw the statue, all other thoughts were banished from his mind. He ran to his statue and embraced it.
Did she seem warm to his touch, or was it just residual heat from the sunset that had warmed the stone? He kissed her.
Did the statue’s lips seem soft? He stood back and regarded her.
Did there appear the glow of life from within the marble form? Was he imagining it?
No. Aphrodite had given life to the statue, whose name wasGalatea.