Of course he knew beauty doesn’t exist. He hadn’t known then but he knew now. Beauty is a matter of perspective, subjectivity. Cultural prejudice. You require a human eye, a human brain, a human vocabulary. In nature, there’s nothing. Still beauty gives comfort. Who knows why? I quite enjoy these detective stories. There's an art in them, you know. (He was defensive.) Where was I in my composition? At a standstill.
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