One should judge a man mainly from his depravities. Virtues can be faked. Depravities are real.
But words - words are not enough!
When you are there, you are. With words, you aren't.
The flamenco of the Gypsy has nothing to do with the flamenco for tourists. Real flamenco is like sex.
You don't need a framework. You need a painting, not a frame.
About 25 years ago, I was in an apartment, and next door, they put on the radio, so I struck the wall with my fist, but they did not put the radio down. I took a tool and banged until I made a hole through the wall. It was like a comedy movie.