At the Chapel Cardinal Finale Here is a painting on wood by an unknown hand, of hearty fishermen in an open boat, hauling a cow out of the Bay of Naples. This painting smells: an unfortunate odor no one can eradicate or name. Here, too, is a painting of the savior from whose eyes many have attested they have seen real tears fall. And I for one believe it to be so. For I have heard this said of other paintings and recalling how they are all so unbelievably bad, so poorly executed, I have concluded that it is the painters' utter ineptitude that has made their very subject weep. Such is the miraculous power of art.