Dietrich and Gertrude stared at the painted canvas in silence for a full two minutes. Other museum patrons weaved through them to move on to other exhibits.
“Hmm,” said Dietrich, stroking his goatee with his thumb and forefinger. “What do you think?”
Gertrude took a step back and tilted her head to one side, still studying the work. “I like how this piece combines the vivid, dreamlike atmosphere of Surrealism with the collage aspects of dada.”
“Oh please!” Dietrich brushed her off with a wave of his hand. “You wouldn’t know surrealism if a rhinoceros slapped you with a fish.”
“Hmm,” said Dietrich, stroking his goatee with his thumb and forefinger. “What do you think?”
Gertrude took a step back and tilted her head to one side, still studying the work. “I like how this piece combines the vivid, dreamlike atmosphere of Surrealism with the collage aspects of dada.”
“Oh please!” Dietrich brushed her off with a wave of his hand. “You wouldn’t know surrealism if a rhinoceros slapped you with a fish.”
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