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The gentleman with the Jovian coiffure began to speak as the train moved. "Tis the utmost degradation of art," he said. He had apparently fallen into conversation with his companion upon the platform.
"I don't see it," said this companion, a prosperous-looking gentleman with a gold watch-chain. "This art for art's sake -- I don't believe in it, I tell you. Art should have an aim. If it don't do you good, if it ain't moral, I'd as soon not have it. What good is it? I believe in Ruskin. I tell you -- -- "