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Hi old master: I'm sorry I know nothing about the show you wrote me about, but I'm certainly glad you did. I must tell Mr Ekstrom to be on the lookout for a check. I can't remember the painting, except one like that I did some time ago. If that is the one I don't own it any more, therefore, instead of envying me- you can only pity me. Eh what! 

I am sending you a writeup I did of Hollingsworth's show, since you asked about him. As you can read, I liked his show. I think, and have always thought, that he was one of the most talented and energetic of all young artists. His fault, Reggie, likes in his own stars. In his own temperament. Certainly not in his basic talent feeling for art. I know that my feelings would be disputed by many persons, except Hollinsworth himself, of course. But if he could realize his true talent and fix his eye on the rainbow, or the pot of gold and glory beneath it, and stop tarrying to pick up nickles and pennies along the street- he'd really get somewhere. (Burn this letter after you read it)

Hollingswoth has gotten too huge. He looks now like Godfrey Cambridge used to look. For a man his age his truly huge bulk is no good. 

I spoke to Rick on the phone he's back to teaching in the City-you knew that of course. His gallery dealer died last week. Whether that means the end of Midtown or not I've no idea. 

I've been writing a foreword for a historical display of prints and drawings. I know that I could have arranged for the purchase of one of your drawings, but since the work is being shipped to Lincoln Uni. by the time you receive this letter, I suppose its