It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence.
But for all who saw them through a less mythical medium, the Miss Irwines were quite superfluous existences—inartistic figures crowding the canvas of life without adequate effect.
艺术的形式发生，所
，
上的支离破碎都会伤害我们的感情。
风景
房间（下）
气息——就像一个暴躁
