Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas simply try to tell the truth (without giving a to ’pence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it. Life is the art of drawing without an eraser. A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened. In a decaying society, art, if it is truthful, must also reflect decay. And unless it wants to break faith with its social function, art must show the world as changeable. And help change it. Originality is the fine art of remembering what you hear, and forgetting where you heard it.