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is bringing Frank Lloyd Wright here," I said. "I can't bear to see the disaster. Call me when he has gone." In the hotel, I waited for the phone to ring, picturing one of the world's most celebrated architects wrinkling his nose in disdain at everything he saw. A half hour passed, an hour. Then the telephone rang. In whispers, Ruth said, "You'd better come down here at once. He's ordering everything in the place." Unbelievable!

I had seen photographs of Mr. Wright, the mane of white hair swept straight back, the opera cape, the sensitive features and searching eyes which seemed to penetrate everything and indeed to be looking into a world beyond this one. But I was unprepared for the tremendous impact of his personality. He carried the mantle of greatness easily. He had a lordly, imperious quality, coupled with an air of serenity, of complete sureness, reflected in his incisive manner and his quiet voice.