The theory behind the Luxembourg museum is typical of the logical French mind. Praises of living artists are forever reverberating in the cafes and studios of France. But these hallelujahs, often fanatical in intensity, are usually ignored by bland, potent French critics. These priests of the Louvre are too wise to ballyhoo any skyrocketing dauber who happens to be the vogue. But occasionally the critical pundits suspect a novice of immortality. When this happens they have a routine gesture of generosity. They hang his pictures in the Luxembourg. For a minimum of ten...
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