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In the mean time, the complainants continued with their shouting. Presently — with curious haste, I am inclined to think — representatives of the world’s media arrived, with cameras, cine films, videographs and outside broadcast units. They formed a makeshift press Gallery. Their scrum may have impeded Gallery security but by all accounts no-one: not the patrons, nor the press, nor Gallery staff, made any effort to eject the complainants, or even stop them talking. By now, they were so securely fastened to the wall, with Araldite{{Tm}}, that they could not be removed in any case.
In the mean time, the complainants continued with their shouting. Presently — with curious haste, I am inclined to think — representatives of the world’s media arrived, with cameras, cine films, videographs and outside broadcast units. They formed a makeshift press Gallery. Their scrum may have impeded Gallery security but by all accounts no-one: not the patrons, nor the press, nor Gallery staff, made any effort to eject the complainants, or even stop them talking. By now, they were so securely fastened to the wall, with Araldite{{Tm}}, that they could not be removed in any case.


The complainants warmed to their task. The more loquacious was Ms. [[Violet Elizabeth Bott]], of Surrey. She embarked upon a monologue.
The complainants warmed to their task. Ms. [[Violet Elizabeth Bott]], of Surrey, was the more loquacious. She embarked upon a monologue.


“Whath worth more: art or life?” she asked, rhetorically. “Ith it worth more than food? More than juthtith? Are you more contherned about the protection of a painting or the protection of our planet and people? The cotht of living crithith ith part of the cotht of oil crithith! Fuel ith unaffordable to millionth of cold, hungry familieth. They can’t even afford to heat a tin of thoup.”
“Whath worth more: art or life?” she asked, rhetorically. “Ith it worth more than food? More than juthtith? Are you more contherned about the protection of a painting or the protection of our planet and people? The cotht of living crithith ith part of the cotht of oil crithith! Fuel ith unaffordable to millionth of cold, hungry familieth. They can’t even afford to heat a tin of thoup.”