How many we know who have fled the sweetness of a tranquil life in their homes, among the friends, to seek the horror of uninhabitable deserts; who have flung themselves into humiliation, degradation, and the contempt of the world, and have enjoyed these and even sought them out.
Inside the museum infinity goes up on trial. Voices echo, 'This is what salvation must be like after a while. ' But Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.