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Huge Herds Of Vigorous, Curious, Open-eyed Americans Freely Roaming The World Are, It Seems To Me, Quite Possibly A Vital National Resource Today As At No Other Time In Our History.

A Handwritten, Personal Letter Has Become A Genuine Modern-day Luxury, Like A Child's Pony Ride.

The Notion That The Great Artist Requires A Great Patron Has Been Around Since The Pharaohs. That The Born Patron Also Needs An Artist To Patronize Is A Less-studied Phenomenon.

How Is The Newcomer To Deal With Rome? What Is One To Make Of This Marble Rubble, This Milk Of Wolves, This Blood Of Caesars, This Sunrise Of Renaissance, This Baroquery Of Blown Stone, This Warm Hive Of Italians, This Antipasto Of Civilization?

Until Quite Recently Dance In America Was The Ragged Cinderella Of The Arts . . .