

Which one of these guys, if you had to choose, would you want living next door?
Now remember, the guy on the left, Vincent, was a stark raving nutter. Vinnie took a knife to his own ear. That’s right, his OWN, ear, not somebody else’s. Vinnie also later on took his own life. That’s right: his OWN life, not somebody else’s.
The guy on the right, Emil, would have seen how desperately sick poor Vinnie was, and probably had him locked up for his own good, in an asylum where he'd have been beaten and physically tortured, for his own good, and the rest of us never would have had those otherworldly paintings, those gifts from God himself, like Red Vineyards, and Starry Night that crazy Vinnie couldn’t stop churning out, while kind, compassionate Emil was busy churning out his gifts to future generations, at night: all those penetrating insights into why he wanted to personally rape your children.
So I ask you again, which of these guys, if you had to choose one or the other, would you want living next door? Which of these guys works, Vincent’s paintings or Emil’s books, would you cough up $20 to go to a museum to see?

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