In his new novel, An Object of Beauty:

“Paintings,” he said, “are Darwinian. They drift toward money for the same reason that toads drifted toward stereoscopic vision. Survival. If the masterpieces weren’t coveted, they would rot in basements and garbage heaps. So they make themselves necessary.”

Come to think of it, maybe not a joke. Just an observation.

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