Percy Wyndham LewisThinkers

Gertrude Stein is a writer whose prose is a cold, black suet-pudding, a cold suet-roll of fabulously reptilian length which, if cut at any point, reveals the same heavy, sticky, opaque mass all through, and all along.

Henri Matisse is an artist whose goitrous, torpid and squinting husks that are his sculptures are worthless except as tactful decorations for a mental home.