What all this posturing and fake glamor results in is a vast detachment and cynicism on the part of the artists. Since it's impossible to have respect for an audience that'll take just about anything you care to dish out, and the impassive demeanor is so central to the role, a general numbnose is all that can be expected.
"James Taylor Marked for Death" (1971), p. 70 - Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung (1988)