What truely baffles me is the fact that whatever specimen of critics do but one thing: critisize. It all should be seen in musea etc etc, for “it has been stripped of its essence, pinned down like a dead butterfly in a display case. It is, after all, just a reproduction.” That is simply not true, for most readers do have some imagination. They have visited musea, and from the shops there they all too often buy books. To look back, see more.

At home they can dive again and again into the objects, picture, statues and what not, only to wonder of the sheer beauty the have incorporared, encaptured, embodied.