Chapter 22
MATE IN TWO
I knew quite well that I was engaging in something unbecoming. For there exists a certain hierarchy, according to which the architect is obviously superior to the builder. But I was so possessed by that frenzy to win that painting that I was just about ready to turn somersaults in front of Konečný if that’s what he demanded of me. And it couldn’t have escaped my notice how much pleasure he was getting from his manipulating me like that. Yes, there’s no other way of putting it. And yet I went right along with it. I don’t think I need to overemphasise the point that I was not interested in that painting for its value, or as an investment. I don’t just admire Le Corbusier, immensely; for me, he’s something of a saint. And with him in my atelier, I’d be ashamed to comm
