“Art,” announces Pat Buchanan to Charlie Rose, “is meant to be uplifting.”
What a relief! After all these years I’d never realized that Art had a moral purpose. No more need now to be upset by Shakespeare and Dostoevsky, Picasso and Goya, Stravinsky and Berg, Sophocles and Williams. Pat has clarified the rules, set the noble standard.
Ned Rorem (2000) Lies: A Diary 1986-1999. Cambridge: MA: Da Capo Press, p.290.