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When I go to an art museum, gallery or auction house I am eagle-eyed and fastidious to a degree. A nick in the frame, the dust and grime of centuries, the general effect sad and forlorn, all these I see. I see, too, the myriad of other defects in these often bedraggled artifacts which are a severely neglected part of our artistic inheritance. I see them... I decry them... but if the picture in question be on offer... such defects constitute a cri de coeur I cannot resist.