ABSTRACT
Young men and women of today are a proverbially unromantic bunch. The creative kind among them emphasize their worldliness and their business-like attitude toward art. The glare of romance no longer enshrouds the smooth-shaven countenances of twentiethcentury composers and writers. Distracted eyes, tortured introspection, disheveled hairall this is gone into fictional biography and technicolor movies. Bohemians and villagers live in modern apartments with bathrooms. Geniuses grow sensible as they see that the air of detachedness and spiritual superiority does not pay. They enter the world of competition and gradually abandon the age-old practice of economic parasitism. The class of wealthy patrons of art dwindles; royalty retains the title but not the power; and nobody would pay a substantial sum for a dedication.
