If you lived in Naples, you'd discover that here it is impossible to have something copied. The appointee, workman or craftsman, will always make for you a different object; he considers himself under the actual spell of his own geniality, mysterious and uncontrollable. If you go to the gallery, and give a look at the copyists, you'll realize that they all change at least one detail; everyone betters the masterpiece with some of his own. Luckily there are the women, who are more practical: In no other city of the world they are equally needed to keep life in balance.

(Guido Piovene, Viaggio in Italia, 1953. Translation by Italy is falling)

So much for the industrial world of reproduction.