ABSTRACT
For many people today art rests on a pedestal. It is not a part of their ordinary life. It is something to behold with reverence—to look at in a museum, to listen to in concert-halfe. It pertains to monuments and public buildings. In literature it is more familiar, but even here it means poetry and Shakespeare, and not the novels one gets from the corner lending-library. Nor is it usually thought of in connection with the movies. People will be ready to tell you what they like. But is it art? That is regarded as a question for an expert to decide.
