On the impossibility of correlating an objective criticism of art with a subjective appreciation

Although all great art is truly great in itself, only some of it is, at different times and for different people, like a key which fits a lock on a door we’ve never opened. As we obtain new rooms, so do we close off others behind us. This must be the key to my theory of milieu – the undetectable stream of living which resets our fundamental thought-processes and makes us approach the same task at different times with such subtly different tones.