The test of a work of art is, in the end, our affection for it, not our ability to explain why it is good.
Suppose by chance you do get picked up. What have you done? You shot a horse; that isn't first degree murder; in fact, it isn't even murder; in fact, I don't know what it is.
What do you take me for? A fourteen karat sucker?
Nothing is as dangerous as a sure thing.
The truth of a thing is in the feel of it, not in the think of it.
If you can talk brilliantly about a problem, it can create the consoling illusion that it has been mastered.