This from an old uncle of mine who sometimes sneaks into my house and reads my email. Here, he seems also to have read the 11/14 post::::

D'you know, I just had an experience which might complicate your theory of
aesthetic necessity. At around noon today, my subway car stopped at a
station in the middle of a boomtown, and suddenly filled with scores of
deformed, autistic children. Out of sheer ennui, I buggered every last one
of them. Now call it love if you want, but to us, it was just a good time.