There is the futurist, post-impressionist _poseur_ who more than half believes in his own pose.

Possibly two small incidents may indicate what the genuine Villagers think of him.
There was once a post-impressionist exhibition at the Liberal Club, and a certain young man who shall be nameless was placed in charge of it.

He was a perfectly sane young man and he knew that many of the "art specimens" hung on such occasions were flagrant frauds.

Sketch after sketch, study after study, was sent in to him as master of ceremonies until, in his own words, he became so "fed up with post-impressionism that he could not stand another daub of the stuff!" The worm turned eventually, and he vowed to teach those "artists" a short, sweet lesson.

He knew nothing about painting, being a writer by trade, but he had the run of several studios and could collect paint as he willed.