“We disintegrate. His dream is no doubt ignorant of our classifications.”
“Rousseau again⸺?”
“If you really want to saddle me with that Swiss, I will help you. My enthusiasm for art has made me fond of chaos. It is the artist’s fate almost always to be exiled among the slaves. The artist who takes his job seriously gets his sensibility blunted. He is less squeamish than other people and less discriminating.”
“He becomes in fact less of an artist?”
“An artist is a cold card, with a hide like a rhinoceros.”
“You are poetizing him! But if that is so, wouldn’t it be better to be something else?”
“No, I think it’s about the best thing to be.”
“With his women companions, sweethearts, he is also apt to be undiscriminating.”
“He is notorious for that!”