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IF all the way-out types were required to
shave,, bathe, shop at Macy's or Brooks
Brothers, and otherwise join the rest of us,
they might be so way-in that what they write,
compose, and paint would be comprehensible.
While frying under a beauty-shop dryer last week, I
read a publication featuring lively examples of the lively
arts. These originals were all heavily bearded or haired,
many of them with the aura of bird's nest, and a bar of
soap would have sent them into shock.
This was no expose however. They were lauded for
having composed a one-note symphony, painted a pic-
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ture using tar and feathers on a laundry bag, or written
a delightfully dirty book.
Probably unfortunately I was brought up on the quaint
assumption that I am obligated not to comport myself like
a nut and that some personal hygiene is essential for the
sake of those who must suffer my presence.
A friend of mine whose income was ample moved to
Greenwich Village during his callow years and decided
to become an actor. Thereafter, he never wore his coat
because he was ashamed to admit he owned one and ate
as seldom as possible to achieve a look of burning genius.
He burned fine when he came down with pneumonia. He
came home, married the girl next door, and lived happily
ever after. His only performance as an actor was in his
Village garret.
Sacrifices must often be made to achieve success, and
those who lay their lives on the altar of the love of
beauty deserve homage. But there are more than two
letters between affection and affectation.
I notice Marlon Brando has given up leather jackets,
and Jack Kerouac has begun writing so that even a little
old lady in Dubuque could read it Maybe one of these
days Peter Ustinov will hack the haystack off his face
and find he's a genius still.
You realize, of course, that this is probably sour grapes
on my part.
I'm so normal that I'll never amount to anything.
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