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#2477: Willa Cather to Lorado Taft, November 17, 1930

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The Grosvenor3
35 FIFTH AVENUE
New York2
My dear Mr. Taft1:

As I had to leave the platform before the exercises4 were over last Friday, in order to catch a train, I did not have an opportunity for a short conversation with you. Though I was alone with you for a few moments before the program began, you were then occupied with the address you were soon to deliver. I simply wanted to tell you how much pleasure your fountain5 near the Art Institute in Chicago6 has given me for many years. I have to go West two or three times every year and I never go through Chicago, even when the interval between trains is short, without taking a cab and driving over to the Art Institute for another glimpse at that fountain. It always delights me. There is in it everything that I feel about the Great Lakes, and it always puts me in a hopeful, holiday mood. I do not know whether you yourself think it an especially fine thing, but I do. I do not know why I like it so much, because I know very little about sculpture. But it seems to me that the pleasure one feels in a work of art is just one thing that one does not have to explain.

Very cordially yours, Willa Cather