I don't wnat you to sketch this cripple, this freak of nature, I want you to slaughter him, crucify him, to nail him to your paper with charcoal! Art is accusation, expression, passion. Art is a fight to the finish between black charcoal and white paper. Whenever there has been talk of exterminating rats, others, who were not rats, have been exterminated. Even bad books are books and therefore sacred. The job of a citizen is to keep his mouth open. We are creating the future. The naked figure will not get ahead between the mirrors. | 
