The professor smells slightly and meetings in his office should therefore be avoided. He smells because he always wears the same sweater. Impeded by his own body he must force himself into the range of the microphone and towards us. The lectern creaks. So we listen to him – pens hovering over pages – waiting for the nuggets of truth that he will give to us about this painting, that monument in Rome, or this particular year of significance on the historical map.
We are waiting for his answers without recognising that there is an over-assurance and maybe a childish haughtiness in finding answers. “Why” …This post is in: Journal of Neuro-Aesthetic Theory #5 (2007-11),Pluripotential (Shifter 16)