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then you are one of my favorite people ever. that one made me laugh so much. also the whole Eystein thing was genius. here, mad, hilarious nonsensical Kimbote lampoons replacing a "painting of an object" with the "real object" itself: Eystein had resorted to a weird form of trickery: he would insert one which was really made of the material elsewhere imitated by paint. This device had disclosed the basic fact that "reality" is neither the subject nor the object of true art which creates its own special reality having nothing to do with the average "reality" perceived by the communal eye. A portrait representing a former Keeper of the Treasure, decrepit Count Kernel, who was painted with fingers resting lightly on an embossed and emblazoned box whose side facing the spectator consisted of an inset oblong made of real bronze, while upon the shaded top of the box, drawn in perspective, the artist had pictured a plate with the beautifully executed, twin-lobed, brainlike, halved kernel of a walnut. The receptacle, an oblong hole in the wall, was there all right; it contained nothing, however, except the broken bits of a nutshell. The shock had fatally starred the mirror, and thenceforth in his dreams her image was infected with the memory of that confession as with some disease or the secret aftereffects of a surgical operation too intimate to be mentioned. Bonus (Golf):
Lass, see Mass.
Mass, Mars, Mare, see Male.
Male, see Word golf.
Word golf, S 's predilection for it, 819; see Lass. |