Norman Lindsay:
I freely admit that the human universe is infinitely richer than my meagre palette. For instance, I do absolutely no justice at all to the nervous nellies and the shrinking violets, the saints...
Estella Campion:
You're very contemptuous of shrinking violets, aren't you, Mr. Lindsay?
Norman Lindsay:
Dear Estella, I'm a shrinking violet myself. I mean, I choose to live not in the real world but in here.
[he points to his head]
Norman Lindsay:
I flee from the real world into my little studio and there before me is the unlimited canvas of my imagination.
Anthony Campion:
Yes, but your paintings don't stay in the studio, do they? They do go out into the real world. And while you have a wonderful imagination, Lindsay, most people's are, quite frankly, stunted and you absolutely have no idea what effect they might have on people or what they might incite them to. Rape?
Norman Lindsay:
Mr. Campion, in my opinion, the female body is the most beautiful thing in the world. And if it turns you into a ravenous maniac, then I would suggest that it may be a very good idea if your wife takes the greatest care to get undressed behind a screen.
Rose Lindsay:
Well, Estella's seen the pictures, too. Does that mean we're in danger from her?
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