Totem poles and wooden masks no longer suggest tribal villages but fashionable drawing rooms in New York and Paris.
Tolerance is a placid contempt.
Eagerness to please attracts bullies and bores.
Self-inflicted misery smirks under its crown of thorns.
The avant-garde is now stranded in the past.
Arrogance rides triumphantly through the gates, barely glancing at the old woman about to cut the rope and spring shut the trap.