|Wrestling poster © Katie Korzh (2014)|
Joyce Cary, The Horse's Mouth. New York: Harper and Row, 1965—
"B-but, Mr. Jimson, I w-want to be an artist."
"Of course you do," I said, "everybody does once. But they get over it, thank God, like the measles and the chickenpox. Go home and go to bed and take some hot lemonade and put on three blankets and sweat it out."
"But Mr. Jimson, there must be artists."
"Yes, and lunatics and lepers, but why go and live in an asylum before you're sent for? If you find life a bit dull at home," I said, "and want to amuse yourself, put a stick of dynamite in the kitchen fire, or shoot a policeman. Volunteer for a test pilot, or dive off Tower Bridge with five bob's worth of roman candles in each pocket. You'd get twice the fun at about one-tenth the risk."