No, The Thing To Do

Chess Players Are Madmen Of A Certain Quality, The Way The Artist Is Supposed To Be, And Isn't, In General.

Aesthetic Delectation Is The Danger To Be Avoided.

To All Appearances, The Artist Acts Like A Mediumistic Being Who, From The Labyrinth Beyond Time And Space, Seeks His Way Out To A Clearing.

Humor Is The Only Reason To Live.

It's Not What You See That Is Art. Art Is The Gap.