diary / by Edward Mullany

Which is precisely what it is, I think, insofar as it misrepresents the calling of the artist as not a calling at all, but a function or activity that can be, and ought to be, separated from the obsessions that would suffuse it. Or regulated so strictly, with regard to them, that they are not set loose, and allowed the disproportion of their range, but are kept mildly and politely, like children on a field trip with a chaperone.