I'd sleep under a Vermeer.
If you forge a Carl Andre, it's just another Carl Andre. It's not like a Vermeer.
The Art of Vermeer must have been there on the morning of creation.
Vermeer's woman reading a letter is as full of latent or subliminal kitsch as Tolstoy's War and Peace.
An American critic wrote that she would rather be forced to read the New York telephone directory three times than watch the film A Zed and Two Noughts, a third of which was a homage to Vermeer. Conceivably, if you are a list-enthusiast like me, the New York telephone directory might be fascinating, demographically, geographically, historically, typographically, cartographically; but I am sure no compliment was intended.
