"M. Delaunay, who has the face of an inflamed pig, or perhaps a Duke's coachman, might be expected to paint like a brute. The exterior is promising, but the interior isn't up to much...Unfortunately for him, he married a Russian...I don't say I wouldn't f*ck Madame Delaunay just once. Like most men, I'm a born collector, so it would give me a cruel satisfaction to debauch a kindergarten teacher...Marie Laurencian (haven't seen her picture) needs someone to pull up her skirts and give her a big...to teach her that art isn't just a little pose in front of a mirror. Oh! My dear! (keep your trap shut!) Painting is walking, running, drinking, eating and fulfilling your natural functions. You can say I'm disgusting, but that's just what it is..."