When We Read A Story,

The Spectator-buyer Is Meant To Envy Herself As She Will Become If She Buys The Product. She Is Meant To Imagine Herself Transformed By The Product Into An Object Of Envy For Others, An Envy Which Will Then Justify Her Loving Herself.

If The Public Photograph Contributes To A Memory, It Is To The Memory Of An Unknowable And Total Stranger.

Whenever The Intensity Of Looking Reaches A Certain Degree, One Becomes Aware Of An Equally Intense Energy Coming Towards One Through The Appearance Of Whatever It Is One Is Scrutinizing.

I Can't Tell You What Art Does And How It Does It, But I Know That Often Art Has Judged The Judges, Pleaded Revenge To The Innocent And Shown To The Future What The Past Suffered, So That It Has Never Been Forgotten. Art, When It Functions Like This, Becomes A Meeting-place Of The Invisible, The Irreducible, The Enduring, Guts, And Honor.

A Peasant Becomes Fond Of His Pig And Is Glad To Salt Away Its Pork. What Is Significant, And Is So Difficult For The Urban Stranger To Understand, Is That The Two Statements Are Connected By An And Not By A But.