"Those who are esteemed umpires of taste, are often persons knowledge of admired pictures or sculptures, and have an inclination for whatever is elegant; but if you inquire whether they are beautiful souls, and whether their own acts are like fair pictures, you learn that they are selfish and sensual. Their cultivation is local, as if you should rub a log of dry wood in one spot to produce fire, all the rest remaining cold. Their knowledge of the fine arts is some study of rules and particulars, or some limited judgment of color or form, which is exercised for amusement or for show. It is a proof of the shallowness of the doctrine of beauty, as it lies in the minds of our amateurs, that men seem to have lost the perception of the instant dependence of form upon soul."
This is exactly why I'm as real as I am, I don't ever pretend to know more than I really do, and I never try to make it out to be like my tastes are more refined than the next person. Some people are all about watching foreign films and burning incense, talking about nonsense - I can't even tolerate that shit! It doesn't impress me! Like fuck off I like double big macs and back to back episodes of what not to wear.
