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“To put it bluntly, the fat old man who painted the great water-lily panels was very nearly blind at the time.”
The late writer’s cousin and close friend offers a bittersweet recollection of a man whose powers of acid insight were at odds with his need to wall himself off from reality. Beneath the snobbery and satire lay “the sense of inexplicable doom.”
“There is no absolute knowledge. And those who claim it, whether they are scientists or dogmatists, open the door to tragedy.”
The women’s movement has been with us for a decade, but it is still surrounded by confusion, mixed emotions, and a largescale refusal—on the part of many men— to listen to its central arguments.