Vilar's cultural life has atrophied in recent weeks. For the first time in a decade, he was absent from the season opening of the Metropolitan Opera, where he has endowed a gallery and much else. "It's got to the point where he can't show his face in the places he most wants to go," snipes one arts chief. "What I cannot stomach," says another, "is the man's unbelievable vanity, demanding to put his name on everything." The New York Times has wallowed in schadenfreude, reporting one failed payment after another.