The tango is really a combination of many cultures, though it eventually became the national music of Argentina.
The human mind, if it is to keep its sanity, must maintain the nicest balance between unity and plurality.
What is it they want from the man that they didn't get from the work? What do they expect? What is there left when he's done with his work, what's any artist but the dregs of his work, the human shambles that follows it around?