Imagine: a guest comes into your home and starts fondling your prized collection of nineteenth-century porcelain. He then wanders over to a painted landscape, lovingly strokes it, and then touches his tongue to the canvas. He sniffs your collection of crystal decanters and then puts his ear up to the ship-in-a-bottle that your grandfather built. I’d guess that at this point you’re up in arms, but this wasn’t always so weird.
