- All's Well That Ends Well
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This quote occurs after Vonnegut reveals that the Midland City Arts Center has spent fifty thousand dollars on Rabo Karabekian’s “meaningless” painting, and it highlights Vonnegut’s own disillusionment with art. Karabekian’s painting, which symbolizes art’s subjectivity, means nothing to Vonnegut or the people of Midland City. It is simply a large band of green paint with a single orange stripe running through it. Clearly, the chairman of the Arts Center finds worth in the painting, but Vonnegut and the others are left feeling “stupid” and grasping for meaning. Here, art is simply a commodity, not a reflection of truth of…