The usual demographic, members, were mostly concentrated

National Arts Club is a hell of an institution. It's actually a relatively ideal sort of institution. Rich people actually pay for art, which is to say that they help to make more of it possible, and additionally make the life of the artist somewhat comfortable. It is a wonderful thing to give money to artists and writers and the like; they appreciate a small amount of money more than anyone in America other than drug addicts, many of whom are writers and artists. Poor people can appreciate art, which is wonderful and the true purpose of art and whatnot.

It's a shame that we don't have the whole Medici thing going on any more. I think it would be a good idea for a union of artists and writers and whatnot to try to get that going again. If we could make it fashionable, then we could acquire money and become middle class and move out of Bushwick and perhaps meet some Asian girls.

Good-looking crowd. Unpretentious. Well-bred. Not in the same sense as the club members; different sort of gene pool.

Not vapid, I could tell from just being around them. Even the youngish guys with beards seemed like people you could hang out with and not want to kill yourself.

It's absolutely incredible that males would show up wearing Hawaiian shirts and other sorts of shirts that I don't know the name of but which I still consider to be inappropriate things to wear to such things.