Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.
Oscar WildeRead
The job of the critic is to report to us his moods.
Interpretation
Critics express their personal views and emotions rather than objective truths about art.
In this quote, Oscar Wilde suggests that a critic's role is inherently subjective; their reviews and opinions reflect their own emotions and experiences rather than an absolute assessment of the artwork. This highlights the importance of individual perspective in the interpretation of art, underscoring that different critics may have vastly different reactions to the same piece based on their personal moods and contexts.
In practice
In a discussion about art reviews, one might say, 'As Oscar Wilde pointed out, the job of the critic is to report his moods.'
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