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It's a jazz club, sadly lacking in alcohol. Jack Driscoll sits in a large booth with a collection of colleagues, all debating whether an artist should suffer for his art.
"This world is full of sorrow to begin with. Being in touch with your own sorrow brings you closer to the truth of the world."
"I agree."
"Don't you have your own opinion?"
"I do, and when I have something original to share I'll speak my mind."
"What do you say, Jack?"
Jack folds his hands and states flatly, "I think it's crap."
Everyone stares. Jack shrugs.
"If you're going to do anything for your art, live for it. Suffering is only part of living; the rest of it involves being happy and angry and nothing at all. Focus on one thing and you miss out on all the others."
"Yes, but, wouldn't you say that--"
"This world is full of sorrow to begin with. Being in touch with your own sorrow brings you closer to the truth of the world."
"I agree."
"Don't you have your own opinion?"
"I do, and when I have something original to share I'll speak my mind."
"What do you say, Jack?"
Jack folds his hands and states flatly, "I think it's crap."
Everyone stares. Jack shrugs.
"If you're going to do anything for your art, live for it. Suffering is only part of living; the rest of it involves being happy and angry and nothing at all. Focus on one thing and you miss out on all the others."
"Yes, but, wouldn't you say that--"