"Is Christiansen going to make a critic of you?"
"No. He couldn't. I have no critical sense at all. I only respond to the things I understand, or the things I vision spiritually, without understanding."
"Have you interested yourself in painting, too?"
"Yes. Bobs and Mr. Christiansen both say that I react to the right things for the most part. But I'm hopeless when it comes to some of the old masters. Rubens, for instance. How I do hate his obese people! I don't care how well he can paint, because I hate what he paints."
"There's hope for you, Jane, if you admit at the start that you are a heretic."
"I have to tell the truth. I am not clever enough to bluff."
"So you think that Bobs is a genius."
"Yes. I feel that she has the divine fire."
"Has she sold anything this winter?"
"I think not."