Smart-assery is the essence of art.

Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembered.

The artist is an insolent show-off who goes too far, if he's any good. 

Consider the masterpieces, Hamlet, Prince of Sarcasm, or the David, commissioned for the cathedral of Florence by the Guild of Wool Merchants: Michelangelo gave them a seventeen-foot homosexual fantasy in marble—named, to be sure, after a biblical hero, but uncircumcised; rather like Leonardo painting his boy lover and calling him John the Baptist. Would we ever have heard of Nabokov if he hadn't written that one novel about a European intellectual in love with an American twelve-year-old—or of Dante, but for his inamorata of eight?

The insolence of the best jazz musicians is total. Bad jazz is polite.

"Art is the only serious thing in the world," said Oscar Wilde. "And the artist is the only person who is never serious."

Also by Robert MacLean, the "Toby" books,
Will You Please Fuck Off? at Amazon USAmazon UKAmazon FRAmazon DEAmazon ITAmazon ES and Smashwords;
Foreign Matter at Amazon USAmazon UKAmazon FRAmazon DEAmazon ITAmazon ES and Smashwords; 
Total Moisture at Amazon USAmazon UKAmazon FRAmazon DEAmazon ITAmazon ES and Smashwords; 
and these, too,
Mortal Coil: A Comedy of Corpses at Amazon USAmazon UKAmazon FRAmazon DE, Amazon IT and Amazon ES;
The President's Palm Reader: A Washington Comedy at Amazon USAmazon UKAmazon FRAmazon DEAmazon IT and Amazon ES; and
Greek Island Murder at Amazon USAmazon UKAmazon FRAmazon DEAmazon IT and Amazon ES.

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