Art

I’m going to tell you what I give a fuck about – since everyone is coming clean – I give a
fuck about your sniggering and insinuations, your suggestion that I also think this picture
is a
grotesque joke. You’ve denied that I could feel a genuine
attachment to it. You’ve tried to set up
some kind of loathsome complicity between
us. And that’s what’s made me feel, Marc, to repeat your expression, that we have less
and less in common recently.

And it never crossed your mind for a second, however improbable it might seem, that I
might really love it and that your
vicious, inflexible opinions and your disgusting assumption of complicity might be
hurtful to me?

When you asked me what I thought of Paula – a girl who once spent an entire dinner
party maintaining Elhers Danlos’s syndrome could be cured homeopathically – did I say
I found her ugly, repellent, and charmless? I could have done.