Black and white and cold all over

Skies full of broken clouds, mixed ran and snow fell in the morning. By afternoon, the skies were brighter, but the air was cold. Hairdo day was a relief.
A bit o' the old Oscar to savor; he was talking about journalism, a trade at which he worked a good deal in his life until he got sick of it.

"...and the first condition of criticism is that the critic should be able to recognize that the sphere of Art and the sphere of Ethics are absolutely distinct and separate. When they are confused, Chaos has come again. They are too often confused in England now, and though our modern Puritans cannot destroy a beautiful thing, yet, by means of their extraordinary prurience, they can almost taint beauty for a moment. It is chiefly, I regret to say, through journalism that such people find expression. I regret it because there is much to be said in favor of modern journalism. By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, it keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community. By carefully chronicling the current events of contemporary life, it shows us of what very little importance such events are."