I think you’re all mad. But that’s part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn’t it?
The only reason she could afford to go to Butler U. was because of her scholarship and the money she’d saved from working at the marina during summer vacations. It wasn’t as though her parents approved, but then they had never approved of anything she did. Sometimes she wondered which was worse: having no family like Kathy, or having such a one as her own.
“It’s probably just a joke,” she said finally. At Kathy’s raised eyebrows, she went on. “He just didn’t look right.”
“Oh, I see. Artists are all supposed to be tall and handsome, right?”
“Well, no. But he looked so… uncouth. Why would Rushkin of all people go around like a dirty beggar looking for a handout?”
“Personally,” Kathy said, “I think you’re all mad. But that’s part and parcel of being an artistic genius, isn’t it? There’s not really that much difference between cutting off your own ear or having pretensions of poverty with an aversion to clean clothes and bathwater. Neither makes much sense.”