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Yesterday evening Mrs. Arundel insisted on my going to the window, and looking at the glorious sky, as she called it? Of course I had to look at it? She is one of those absurdly pretty Philistines to whom one can deny nothing? And what was it? It was simply a very second-rate Turner, a Turner of a bad period

Oscar Wilde