Nobody of any real culture ... ever talks nowadays about the beauty of a sunset. Sunsets are quite old-fashioned. They belong to the time when Turner was the last note in art. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on. Yesterday evening Mrs. Arundel insisted on my going to the window, and looking at the glorious sky, as she called it. Of course I had to look at it ... And what was it? It was simply a very second-rate Turner, a Turner of a bad period, with all the painter's worst faults exaggerated and over-emphasized.Oh, Oscar Wilde ... how did you manage to be so very funny?Oscar Wilde, as quoted in The Cloudspotter's Guide by Gavin Pretor-Pinney
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Oscar Wilde, Cloudspotting
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