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Artistic Inevitability Lies In The Complete Adequacy Of The External To The Emotion.

Art Never Improves, But... The Material Of Art Is Never Quite The Same.

And Went On In Sunlight, Into The Hofgarten, And Drank Coffee, And Talked For An Hour.

Men Tighten The Knot Of Confusion Into Perfect Misunderstanding.

People Find A Way In Which They Can Say Something.