“Here I remember, here I don’t”—is a quotation from a Russian comedy “Gentlemen of Luck.” A gang leader points to left and right sides of his head. He tries to explain his fellows why he remembers their names but does not remember where a treasure was hidden. Actually, he is an imposter who wants to find the same . . .
I often recall this when discussion runs into “nature of arts.” Just everyone agrees that “arts are the realm of ultimate freedom” (this is how I like to put it). Reluctantly then they would agree that copyrights restrict said freedom. And it is practically impossible to get the only one honest conclusion from these two premises.