and not enough intellectually imaginative. Art consciousness is not merely a form of etiquette, nor a phase of culture—it is life—the quality of sensitive breathing, seeing, hearing, developed to a high true spirituality. Man would value man more. The wonder of and the faith in other human beings would kindle a new social and spiritual life.
That's good talk, was Bill Haywood's comment.
What does it all mean? Clara Barnes caught my attention again; it was obvious that she could catch no one else's.
It means what you are willing or able to put into it, nothing more, I affirmed.
Well, said Clara, yawning, I guess I can't put much into it. This is worse than a party I went to last week, given by a baritone of the Aborn Opéra Company.
At this point, a little school-marm type of person, with a sharp nose and eye-glasses, rose and shrilly began to complain.
I am a mere lay woman. I don't know a thing about modern art. I've been trying to learn something for five years. In the effort, I have attended all the meetings of this kind that I could in Paris, New York, and London. There's always a lot of talk but nothing is ever clear. Now I'd like to know if there isn't some explanation of modern art, an explanation that a mere lay woman could understand.
