The writers don't write thinkin' we can understand, nor the painters don't paint expectin' us to be interested – that they don't, nor don't the composers give out music thinkin' we can appreciate it. 'Blust,' they say, 'the masses is too stupid for us to come down to them.
The writers don't write thinking we can comprehend, nor do the painters paint hoping we will be intrigued – that they don't, nor do the composers release music believing we can appreciate it. 'Blust,' they say, 'the masses are too unintelligent for us to reach them.