Ode to good taste

Under the guise of a legitimate democratization of culture, our company has achieved the opposite of the desired result. Wanting the massify under the blows of a madman egalitarianism where the poems of Rimbaud Lalanne worth those texts and those of NTM Brassens, culture has lost all meaning. This is the general frame of hitting Camus pamphlet, written in an amazing style of writing that one has hardly a chance to meet - and reminds how French is beautiful.

For the true meaning of culture is the development of taste, refinement, it is a personal quest to larger masterpieces of humanity. Now all policy decisions of recent decades have gone against the traditional scheme. No Music Day has never pushed anyone into music theory, says Camus, glorifying defiant empty museums where you can admire and contemplate a work in silence.

In recently visiting the Sainte-Chapelle in Paris, I understood the meaning of Camus reflections. This building of the XII century with beautiful stained glass windows kept the relics of the Passion, and was conceived as an "antechamber of Paradise," the day the light reflecting on the marble floor in a place of silent prayer and out of time reserved for the Monarch.

Today, with 8, any tourist can come piling into this cramped and noisy chapel transformed into a museum where the guides are fighting the primacy of historical explanation.

But the Sainte-Chapelle is it still the Sainte-Chapelle? Enter "the antechamber of Paradise" is it only 8, little more than a McDonalds menu? Querying Camus takes therefore meaningless.