Review: CVG
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A little while ago in all the papers there was a story of a man in a Cambridge museum who accidentally fell down some stairs onto several priceless Chinese Qing vases. Was it a terrible accident? Was there a step that had been buffed into slipperiness and was bereft of a warning sign?
Or - who knows? - had someone who was a tiny bit mad succumbed to the desperate urge that you and I feel on a daily basis; that inexplicable urge to destroy valuable fragile objects simply because, for a split second, it feels good to break stuff?