"The man who is tired of London," Samuel Johnson observed, "is tired of life." But the man or woman who is tired of art is perhaps tired of artifice, of anti-life.
Last Saturday we journeyed to Baker Field with a female painter of our acquaintance to watch Yale play Columbia in football. While the Bulldogs thrashed the Lions 37-3, we looked at the changing colors of Spuyten Duyvil where the Harlem River joins the Hudson. Next to our companion, it was the most beautiful thing we’d seen in weeks.
