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So saying, he drew his chair closer to the fire, and set his slippered feet upon the fender, and rested his arms upon his knee, and took a long breath. "There are two kinds of men who are qualified to discuss art," he went on. "One is the maker, and the other is the man who is not the maker. The maker is the artist, the other is the critic. Both are necessary. The artist, because he creates; the critic, because he interprets. We must have lovers and explainers of beauty as much as we must have its producers. But criticism sometimes forgets that its function is to elucidate; it becomes destructive, instead of constructive. It forgets that the proper aim of art is to create emotion, and substitutes instead an analysis of means."