1631. Mr. Cronk was about sixty, gone to seed in a rich man’s way and wore ill-fitting expensive clothing. He looked at you over the top of his bifocal glasses, and his lower eyelids did not manage to touch the eyes they were supposed to protect yet this oddity, like his accent, gave to his face a look of sad conviction, his eyes seems to say that he had suffered and even shed tears in the process of coming to the conclusions he might be willing to impart to you.
1632. It was Mr. Cronk that was looking at one of his paintings very carefully one evening when Coromo walked up to him and asked him if he was ready to order. Now there are people who take an interest in paintings, and then there are people like Mr. Cronk, who really look at paintings. They don’t just look at them; they examine them like a doctor looking down the throat of a patient.
1633. When asked if he was ready to order, Proctor did not even answer the question, so absorbed was he in the examination of Coromo’s painting. He even took the picture down from the wall, turned it sideways and examined its edge, looked at the back and then hung it on the wall again.
1634. Coromo again asked if his patron was ready to order and he got this mumbled reply, “This is just a commercial canvas, the sort made up for art supply stores, but yet the work seems to be an authentic outsider's work.” Then, as if coming out of a reverie Mr. Cronk proceeded to order his diner. While waiting to be served he again took a picture off the wall and proceeded to examine it from every possible angle.