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Show 197 same, maybe, but even better." "Huh-uh. And you'll have to take my word for it. But OK, I'll grant that point, that there are girls who look that good." "Your damned rights there are! And if it's true, how can it be idealized?" "Because it's too narrow. It's just one little segment of female kind." "Hasn't he got the right to paint that segment too?" "Sure, let him paint pretty asses. And if he also painted--" "What's better? Those painters that make all women look like old hags with diseases? Isn't that narrow too?" "Sure. This is pretty sentimentality and that is boo-hoo sentimentality, two sides of the same coin. Both are too narrow, too limited. Sargent wants you to think that that pretty little ass represents womankind. It's wishful thinking--just like you, breathing through your mouth. Wouldn't it be nice if all women were pretty little asses for you men." "You just don't like men." "Bull. Look at Picasso, he gives us all kinds of women. All kinds of men too. People. He gives us people, he tries to see it all." In the autumnal late afternoon we strolled on Michigan Avenue and then over to a Hungarian place to eat, veal, and for dessert a strudel, marvelous food. "Isn't it hard living on the G.I. Bill? What is it, $75 a month? Will you have to get a job?" "I had one at Silvercup." I told her about it. "There's plenty of other things. Try modeling at the Institute." "Nude?" "Otherwise you'd have to have a costume. Would nude bother you?" |
