For [art’s] nature is to be not a part, nor yet a copy, of the real world . . . but to be a world by itself . . . and to possess it fully you must enter that world . . . and ignore for the time . . . conditions which belong to you in the other world of reality. . . . Art is (not) an end in itself, but . . . Art is the whole or supreme end of life.
(Excerpt from Poetry For Poetry's Sake, A.C Bradley, 1909)