Ned follows Ginsberg out of the room, though he takes one last look at that painting, over his shoulder. Ginsberg is right, though; leaving the room, just moving in general, helps him to dislodge his mind from the edge of the rather perilous emotional swamp it had been skirting. He smiles at Ginsberg's mistake, suggests, "Maybe we should find somewhere to throw them away..."

But before he can search for a trash can he experiences the strange jolt of seeing a painting on the wall that he recognizes. Everything that he's seen until now has been beautiful but unfamiliar to him. It's quite different however, to see the something and realize he's seen it before, but printed in a book. He says, "Oh!" in a pleasantly surprised way, turning to look once more. It's somehow smaller than he would have expected. One thinks of these things as monumental, somehow.

"I know this one," he explains, moving closer.