There was a pause, then my father said: ‘Tell me, Masuji, have you any idea what kind of a world artists inhabit?’ I remained silent, looking at the floor before me,. ’Artists’, my father’s voice continued, ‘live in squalor and poverty. They inhabit a world which gives them every temptation to become weak-willed and depraved.” […]
via An Artist of The Floating World by Kazuo Ishiguro — Dolce Bellezza