I’m upset with Europe because it is mine. Mine are Dante Alighieri, Giotto, Michelangelo; mine are Cosimo de’ Medici who scoured the art markets of the Netherlands and brought their magnificent paintings to Florence; mine are Shakespeare and Chaucer’s England; mine are The Charterhouse of Parma and even Baudelaire; and mine are, of course, Russian […]
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