Instead of a museum guide I requested a man in a 19th Century military uniform that would bow at the vertical stretches of the frame of whatever I looked at: twice for a painting and four times for a triptych. Eventually he refused to bow to one side of a collage commissioned by Bourdieu and launched into a speculation of the effect that would have on my psyche, and when I offered my interpretation of the gesture he then bowed to it to get me to stop.