636. Just then the restaurant manager began talking to him about his paintings, he did not have anything very good to say. "Coromo you think you are an artist," he said, "But I can see you are just a phony. If a person takes a bunch of paint and smears it all over a canvas that doesn't make it a painting. The great artists trained from childhood under master painters to learn the skills to do things like this." He said, pointing at one of his reproductions of Bouguereau.
637. What possessed that restaurant manager to insult and belittle Coromo in that way? Coromo was not going around advertising his great artistic skills, he was not setting out his wares and trying to make sales. He did his pictures by accident, and only started to take them seriously because of Tallulia. Now he felt crushed and dispirited, and all this coming right after being stood up by the third sister going to Aruba.
638. I have to explain the restaurant manager a little and perhaps you can get an insight into why he was so critical of Coromo's paintings. The manager loved highly detailed realistic pictures, and also he loved Beethoven. He had a CD player in his office, and while he lectured Coromo one could hear the third movement of the Fifth Symphony playing in the background.
639. The restaurant manager loved to sit at his desk and listen to Beethoven with his eyes closed, and he feet up on his desk. In his mind he pictured Alexander the Great on his horse Bucephalus he pictured Napoleon at Austerlitz, he pictured Allied troops storming the beaches of Normandy, and his heart swelled with a borrowed euphoria.