The main difference I have discerned between good art and bad art is how much it pleases others. The degree to which the artist taps into the taste of the crowd is everything. Beethoven was just a mad person if no one appreciated his music. But we did, and so we loved him, and a lunatic becomes a genius as a clear result of approval. So you see, Honey, my sweet wife, I am not crazy. I am a renowned artist. That is why I have to find the next devil to pump into imaginations around the world. You are lucky, Mrs. Venice.