Must we all end as Tolstoy?

Rumination on the role of art in society inevitably returns to Janusz Korczak. Would the orphans have been served by an unflinchingly honest caretaker? Who is really helped when artists "tell it like is"?

After watching the new bond movie last night, I see that violent movies as the anti-Korszack -- rather than soothing the souls of the innocent as they head to the chambers, modern entertainments symbolically enact the punishment instinctively craved by the profoundly guilty.