Personal irony: I almost married the lady who first introduced me to Courbet. She was classy, a stunner in an evening dress. We spent hours day and night discussing poetry, ballet,* and classical music; and she was a living enclopaedia of art history.
She herself had posed nude for her own figure-drawing class at university, when she was an undergrad. And she didn’t have a problem with Courbet.
Yes, I have some regrets. She would have been optimal for the production of heirs.
* This was largely about her:
IRL, I have been criticized for my gauche ignorance of ballet and ballroom dancing.
Ordinarily, as a gentleman, I would not speak ill of a man’s wife in an Internet argument. But if you want to hide behind her, and she is a classless harridan who disrespects fine art, then she is fair game.
