Thus a prim sign next to a large piece of sculpture, which was installed a couple of months ago on a grassy patch not far from our house in Reading. The sign appeared only a few days ago. By the way, the sculpture is not a statue but a bunch of bronze objects, mainly cracked spheres with faces protruding through cracks, arranged somewhat haphazardly on an imposing stone platform. Actually, one of the cracked spheres is in the grass, a few paces from the platform, as though it had accidentally rolled off. The employees of an insurance company whose buildings surround the grassy patch apparently did not know that one crucial feature of all art, including public art, is that it is completely useless. Whence the sign.