Your support of Nicholas Penny, the new director of the National Gallery in London, is rather touching (“Getting Away from Cultural Spinach,” August 30, 2008), especially when it comes to his “original plans.” As you report, one of them is a television series in which teams of curators would compete in their knowledge of art’s many tangled secrets. “Art presented as visual and intellectual sport, rather than as high fashion or so much cultural spinach,” you continue, “might suddenly come alive to the many for whom it now is not. Tens of thousands of viewers might then troop off to Trafalgar Square to see these works in the flesh, so to speak.” Wow! Away with cultural spinach! Mighty original, indeed. Except that it smacks of the same old and tired “inclusiveness” that has plagued New Labor’s policies from the moment Blair got elected last century. The whole thing boils down to jacking up the head-count at the museum’s gate. Following Penny’s dreams, we might even envisage enraptured fans of Van Gogh and Caravaggio, say, fighting each other for access in front of the jammed National Gallery. That would be the day for art!