That thinking, and imagining, for herself is a good thing is a point on
which she and Schön agree.
He laughs, arching a brow in response. "Mm, difficult to say. Perhaps it's
neither a talent, nor a skill, but an outcome--one may be talented, and
have good taste without difficulty, while another labors and strives to
sift gold from dross, but arrives at good taste in the end. Hm?" He doesn't
mind the people who are still on the journey. It's those who turn their
noses up at the very idea who he counts as enemies.
His hand covers hers on his arm, silent comfort, as she recovers from the
thought of New York. "A city with a young soul, indeed."
When she remarks on his good mood, he flashes her a grin. "Well, the day is
going quite well, I think. And here we are, in the midst of art and people
who appreciate it, appreciating it ourselves. You were a delight back
there, by the way. 'I thought you said one was real,' the look on his face!"
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That thinking, and imagining, for herself is a good thing is a point on which she and Schön agree.
He laughs, arching a brow in response. "Mm, difficult to say. Perhaps it's neither a talent, nor a skill, but an outcome--one may be talented, and have good taste without difficulty, while another labors and strives to sift gold from dross, but arrives at good taste in the end. Hm?" He doesn't mind the people who are still on the journey. It's those who turn their noses up at the very idea who he counts as enemies.
His hand covers hers on his arm, silent comfort, as she recovers from the thought of New York. "A city with a young soul, indeed."
When she remarks on his good mood, he flashes her a grin. "Well, the day is going quite well, I think. And here we are, in the midst of art and people who appreciate it, appreciating it ourselves. You were a delight back there, by the way. 'I thought you said one was real,' the look on his face!"