I TOO AM IN ARCARDIA
Picture an arcadian family sitting with their normal wholesome attitudes at a picnic table as pastoral songs play on the radio. Primitive herdsmen and farmers unspoiled by civilization, play volleyball as their wives cheer them on with bucolic chants (a classic motif of art, of course). Below the flapping leaves, on sun-dappled lawns with the sounds of a lute and a trickling stream, monogamous, god-fearing nymphs and satyrs and other mostly human creatures apply suntan lotion in one timeless scene. Nackes Familienleben. Unsophisticated yet self-satisfied, they plow their idyllic paradise and the earth rewards every effort.