Homo Sapiens: A Novel in Three Parts

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A. A. Knopf, 1915 - Polish fiction - 400 pages
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Page 99 - ... Particularly in the field of painting, when a modern work is seen for the first time, we often hear it said that the meaning is not clear. "What does it mean?" "What does it represent?" These are among the most popular questions we hear in such a situation. Then it is that we so often hear the comment, "I don't understand it!" As a matter of fact, there is nothing to understand, at least not in a logical sense of the word. For art addresses itself primarily to the emotions, not to the intellect....
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