Realism (n.) is sobriety and the feeling of being well-armed against passion and fantasies in the hopes of turning one's emptiness into a matter of pride and an ornament.
Realism (n.) is the belief that reality stands unveiled before oneself, a belief contradicted by the fact that even in this unveiled state, we passionate and dark creatures bear more similarity to the artist in love than a fish.
Realism (n.) is not immune to being swept up by love. Even the sobriety of the realist still contains a love, even if it is a love of 'reality', a primative love, a secret and inextinguishable drunkenness with its origin in the passions and loves of former centuries.
Realism (n.) is a primative notion, a primitive passion, a 'love' contained in every feeling and sensation, a passion which some fantasy, some prejudice, some unreason, some ignorance, some fear, and ever so much else has contributed to it and worked on it.
Realism (n.) is always only a relative realism. Even in the unveiled state of the realist, we passionate and dark creatures bear more similarity to the artist in love than a fish.