Schjeldahl on the Frick's (newly-cleaned) Rembrandt self-portrait:
"Bankrupt by the age of fifty-two, the artist casts himself as a sick and tired potentate of the studio, enthroned in an archaic golden-yellow jerkin and a floppy black hat. .... The artist doesn't doubt his powers. How could he? But, in disgrace, he seems to wonder what they're worth. He isn't much good to himself any longer. He's ours, if we want him -- in a fire sale of the soul."