“Well, there’s a kind of poetry to them. But if I told you that they only struck me as poetic, I’d be lying. They’re strange pictures. I’d call them pornographic. Not in a negative sense, but definitely pornographic.” “Everybody tends to pigeonhole things they don’t understand,” said San Epifanio. “Did the pictures turn you on?” “No,” I said emphatically, although the truth is I wasn’t sure. “They didn’t turn me on, but they didn’t disgust me either.” “Then it isn’t pornography. Not for you, at least.” “But I liked them,” I admitted.