Kunstens museer, museernes kunst?

The Art in Museums, the Art of Museums? Some time in the late twenties my father, wanting to introduce me to the delights of higher civilisation, invited myself, then hardly ten years old, and my somewhat younger cousin to visit the Thorwaldsen Museum. Losing himself in enthusiastic expoundings, my father soon forgot all about time until my candid cousin pulled his sleeve, asking him with evident signs of boredom when does it begin? thus indicating expectations not of aesthetic bliss but of excitements similar to those so very familiar to an already experienced cinéaste.