Modernism Is The Protein Of Our Cultural

The Point Of A Library's Existence Is Not Persuasion Or Evangelism, But Knowledge. It Is Irrelevant To The Good Library Whether, As An Institution, It Shares Or Promotes Your Core Values Or Mine, Or The Attorney General's Or Saddam Hussein's. The Library Is Always An Instrument Of Choice, And The Choice Is Always Yours, Not Your Elected Or Designated Leaders.

Perhaps The Rhinos And She-crocodiles Whose Gyrations Between Mortimer's And East Hampton Gives Us Our Vision Of Social Eminence Today Are Content To Entrust Their Faces To Andy Warhol's Mingily Cosmetic Polaroidising, But One Would Bet They Would Rather Go To Sargent.

In Art There Is No Progress, Only Fluctuations Of Intensity.

Far From Affording Artists Continuous Inspiration, Mass-media Sources For Art Have Become A Dead End. They Have Combined With The Abstractness Of Institutional Art Teaching To Produce A Fine-arts Culture Given Over To Information And Not Experience. This Faithfully Echoes The Drain Of Concreteness From Modern Existence- The Reign Of Mere Unassimilated Data Instead Of Events That Gain Meaning By Being Absorbed Into The Fabric Of Imaginative Life.

If You Like Your Soccer Cerebral, And The Triumph Ultimately To Be Wrung Out Of Staying Power, Milan Was The Place To Be. If You Love The Uncertainty Of Teams That Cannot Defend Yet Have The Courage To Attack, Attack, Attack, Then Seville Was Heaven... The Common Denominator Between The Victories Of Arsenal And Fenerbache? The Strength Of Mind, The Courage To Dare In Another Team's Domain, The Inner Belief That Is As Much A Part Of Sporting Success As The Skill A Fellow May Be Born With.