“There is nothing new about that awful woman with a decayed face. She has been dead for weeks.”
“Just put your emotions away, Bambi, and train your mind on this thing. Here is a whole school of men, working in a new medium, along new ideas. They can’t all be crazy, you know.”
“You like it?”
“Of course I don’t like it, but it interests me. I haven’t read or heard anything about it, so it is a shock.”
“You shall not make for yourselves false images,” she said, shaking her head.
“Maybe these maniacs are trying to break up the conventions of Painting and Sculpture. They want more freedom.”
“They are anarchists, vandals!”
“Possibly, but if they are necessary to the development of a bigger art expression—”
“They ought to work in secret, and exhibit in the dark.”
“No, no! We have to be prepared for it. Our old standards have got to go.”
“I feel as medieval as the Professor. I never really understood him before.”
“We ought to bring him here.”
