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Pollock Lee Pollock 5 had just been sold, so we asked the agent to see what else there was. He showed us a place we liked. The price was $5.000. We could get a $3,000 mortgage and had to raise $2,000 in cash. I went to Peggy Guggenheim but she wouldn't consider a loan and said sarcastically:"Why don't you go to ask Sam Kootz?" I went to see Kootz, and he agreed to lend us the money but only with the understanding that Jackson would come over to his gallery. When I got back to Peggy's and told her what Kootz had said, she exploded. "How could you do such a thing and with Kootz of all people!" Over my dead body you'll go to Kootz.". I said "But Peggy it was your idea to ask Kootz." Well, we eventually reached an agreement by means of which Peggy lent us the $2,000. She did by this by raising Jackson's monthly fee to $300, deducting $50 a month to repay the loan and having rights to all of Jackson's putput for the next several years. This, incidentally, was the agreement which gave rise to her recent lawsuit against me. I think that living in Springs allowed Jackson to work. He needed the peace and quiet of country life. He would have destroyed himself even earlier if he had stayed in the city. The first two years we lived in Springs we had no car. Later Jackson got a model A, but in the beginning we had to bicycle to do all errands; that would take a good part of the day. He always slept very late. Drinking or not, he never got up in the morning. He could sleep 12, 14 hours around the clock. We'd always talk about his insane guilt about sleeping late. Morning was my best time for work, so I would be in my studio when I heard him stirring around. I would go back, and while he had his breakfast I had my lunch. His breakfast would not set him up and make him bolt from the table like most people. He would sit over that damn cup of coffee for two hours. By that time it was afternoon. He'd get off and [[strikethrough]] wro [[/strikethrough]] work until it was dark. There were no lights in his studio. When the days were short he could only work for a few hours,