And when the thousand yeeres are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, […]

Perhaps symbolically, Van Doesburg was building a house of straw: he died within a few months of completion, not in Meudon but in Davos, of a heart attack following a bout of asthma.

Flies the javelin swifter to its mark, / Launched by the vigour of a Roman arm?

The whole thing has rotted into a festival of bad faith and victimology, those twin markers of the Trump-Twitter Decade: rather an irony for a show organized under the sign of friendship.