Reading a bad review of a song which made you weep: the ultimate insult? Reading a bad review of a movie you loved by a critic you've long respected: even worse? The question arises: whose soul is lacking? Or are different colors shining from different sides of the prism? You hear the following: there comes a time when one says of even a Bach or a Shakespeare, and then asks, 'Is that it?'. But then you encounter those who think Bach ugly. Can we have any assurance regarding our personal favorites? Pearl Jam cascades upon me all the trappings of sublimity. Yet, Amazon.com is riddled with scathing reviews of their mediocrity. I shudder. How could they? Are they aesthetically handicapped, or am I? And what of those who aren't moved to music at all? I am dimensions away from them. I am a droplet of cool water in a furnace of petty ignorance.