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Show 201 absolutely necessary." "Should I eat beans and wear sacks?" "If it came to that, why not?" "I could live in doorways. Draw with chalk on sidewalks." "OK. But couldn't you get a job and paint too?" "I do_ practice what talent I have, Chess." "To make commerical junk?" "I don't do junk. My work is good." "All commercial art is junk." "Bull. A lot of it is-a lot of your 'serious artists' stuff is too. But to illustrate a book well? To make a pleasing design? What's junk about it?" "What's art about it?" "]_ didn't say it was art." "So you sell yourself?" "Like any whore, eh?" "If you want to put it that way." "Well, so does a secretary and I'd sooner not type all day." "Depends if you come home to that bourgeois apartment or not." "Oh, I see, starve in a garret and all that crap, that childish romantic crap." "It's called integrity." "Well, haven't we come a long way from dear old Escalante. Listen, pal, my integrity is admitting I'm not an artist, in facing that fact and doing what I can in the best way I can. If I don't feel the need to live in a basement ..." "Sounds like an easy way out." |
