Wellesley girls can be a little hypersensitive, but accusing this poor beseeching guy of being
seems to be going a little far – but then, I was never accosted on the campus by a pale cold freak in his underwear.
He is really really creepy. But is he art?
Some of my artist friends are going to have to help me out on this (after all, I got lost in the last chapter of The Goldfinch). Is art anything that anybody creates?