And our golfer, in his amateurish way, belongs to the tribe.

He has approached Rembrandt through books.

His temperament enjoyed exploring the library hive marked Rembrandt.

Now he feels that he must study the works of the master, and while he is cogitating whether he shall first examine the 35 pictures at St.Petersburg, or the 20 in the Louvre, or the 20 at Cassel, or the 17 at Berlin, or the 16 at Dresden, or the 12 in the National Gallery, or the etchings and drawings in the print room of the British Museum, or the frame of etchings at South Kensington, so accessible, I drop him.

Yes: drop him in favour of another who did not care two pins about the history or the politics of art, or the rights or wrongs of Rembrandt's life, but went straight to his pictures and etchings, wondered at them, and was filled with an incommunicable joy..