R tossed his head back and laughed. He couldn't picture the guy on the journals talking like that. "You've hit their nails on their heads, mon ami. And zoos have their merits - do not tell my angel that I said that, he will tear my entrails out and feed them to the lions - but museums are more interesting to me. Granted that's because they're air conditioned and even after almost ten years I'm not used to the heat here." He smirked. "The history the museum tells you is interesting, sure, but doing your own digging into what's going on is worth it's own while. A lot of people think of art as classy but a lot of it is absolutely filthy."
R shrugged. "Art is sometimes the only way people can express their honest feelings. Their depression, their perceptions of themselves, their feelings and obsessions and the things they love, their rebellions and their revolutions. Art has always been the way that people communicated when they couldn't speak what they wanted or needed to say. Just..." He chuckled. "Thousands of years of very elaborate Pictionary."