Some art is disposable, like an old boot. Other old boots will lead you to a quidditch final.
Entelechy: actualized potential, pure realization of potential, if Joyce became Aristotle
Art has to reveal to us ideas, formless spiritual essences. The supreme question about a work of art is out of how deep a life does it spring.
Or as Galactus says -Wait a hundred years. If it’s still there it’s art, if not it was just bullshit.- Yes, just a toilet or an old boot.
Everything is dear if you don’t want it.
Stephen admits to bathing rarely. Bloom refrains from critique because of, “the incompatibility of aquacity with the erratic originality of genius.” Some people’s shit don’t stink.
People can put up with being bitten by a wolf but what properly riles them is a bite from a sheep.