That awkward moment when you come to realizing the floating signifier quality of liberal in connection with arts, and then (definitely, maybe) begin to grasp the mordant continuity between Gettysburg speeches by Lincoln and Trump.

The writing is on the border wall of the liberal arts house, in exploded view.

On the left side: Depression. On the right side: Compulsion.

And the aforementioned wall could still mutate into Berlinese one.