Quote by Stephen Sondheim

The fact is popular art dates. It grows quaint. How many people feel strongly about Gilbert and Sullivan today compared to those who felt strongly in 1890?


The fact is popular art dates. It grows quaint. How many peo

Summary

This quote suggests that popular art loses its appeal over time. It highlights how the admiration and emotional attachment towards certain art forms diminishes as society changes. It uses the example of Gilbert and Sullivan, who were once beloved in 1890, but questions if the same level of strong feelings towards them still exists today. The quote implies that as cultural tastes evolve, the popularity and significance of artistic works may fade, becoming unfamiliar or even outdated to future generations.

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Society
By Stephen Sondheim
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