A gallery owner invites the local vicar to an exhibition. "Back in my day," the vicar sniffs, looking around disapprovingly. "Art used to be spiritually and morally uplifting." "You're not a big fan of contemporary art then, Reverend?" asks the owner. "No, I am not," says the vicar, shaking his head. "Nowadays it is all just hyper-sexualized filth like that dirty-minded fellow who spent his whole career painting pictures of vaginas." "You mean Georgia O'Keefe?" asks the owner. "No, that other one," says the vicar. "Rorschach."