Lucio Fontana was a gifted swordsman, specializing in sabre and playfully knocking himself out. A traumatic incident in his mid-teens involving a dishonest paperclip and a torn finger stemmed a hatred for all objects related to paper, which he considered fiendish even when bribed with cupcakes. His therapist pompously interpreted this irrational anger as a subconscious effort to cope with the fact he was never able to grow a full moustache. In a therapy session aimed to soften his relationship with a particularly threatening sheet of recycled paper, he discovered his pain could be soothed by slashing it in two with his sabre. The art world’s endless fascination with this act of folly sponsored his purchase of a synthetic moustache.