256. But behavior like that must result in a rupture in the end, even if one never sees it coming. So I said to Agnes Festini…
257. “I have to tell you that I think that this ‘twombley’s scribbles are just scribbles, like anyone else’s scribbles, and Mr. Pollock’s drips are just drips no different that any other drips.
258. No one is ever going to shed tears over Mr. Warhol’s soup cans, and I am sure the day will come when all those things will be in permanent eternal storage.
259. There are paintings worth millions that not so long ago were worth nothing, and I think the reverse is probably also true.