In
this
Strained Epoch
Of Man
And
in my own
Over-organized
Cyclic sphere
I need ‘useless’ Art
More
Than I need
‘Useful’ science.
Therefore
Art
Does not exist
Merely
For its own sake
For my part
Art is directly
And
Extremely useful
Whereas
Science
Is directly useless.
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