the artist, but why particularize? Each as he may!
I know a man, I went on, who doesn't believe that experience has anything to do with art at all. He thinks art is a matter of arrangement and order and form.
His art then, broke in Jennings, is epistemological rather than inspirational.
But what does he arrange? queried Richards. Surely incidents and emotions.
Not at all. He arranges objects, abstractions: colours and reaping-machines, perfumes and toys.
Long ago I read a book like that, Jennings went on. It was called Imperial Purple and it purported to be a history of the Roman Empire or the Roman Emperors. It was a strangely amusing book, rather like a clot of blood on a daisy or a faded pomegranate flower in a glass of buttermilk.
At this period, I avidly collected labels) Who wrote it? I asked.
I don't remember, but your description of your friend recalls the book. What is the name of your friend's book?
He hasn't written a book yet.
I see.
He is about to write it. He knows what he wants to do and he is collecting the materials. He is arranging the form.
What's it about? Jennings appeared to be interested.
Oh, it's about things. Whiffle told me, I suppose
