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January 26-28, 1967 Rockville, Maryland Dear Phil, Greetings from a warm, pine panelled living room. Last evening, Sonja and I had dinner at the Shanghai Village in Manhattan with Ira and Jenny Licht (a M.O.M.A. Assistant Curator) and Joan and Bruce Glaser. Joan said that she remembered you as a happy boy at Brooklyn College. True? A few local critics have deployed "some remarks . . ." in an attempt to ambush my current exposition at Kombles. One example: Somehow, Emily Genauer determined that, "What he doesn't like is art, any kind of art." After that I inquired of the poor old dear about her retirement to [[strikethrough]] Sunnyside [[/strikethrough]] Sunnybrook Farm. Hilton Kramer, bursting with moral fervor, courage and "individuality" drew a blank for me for The New York Times. (Never before has so little been had by so little.) Self-disposed against the "knowledgeable" and respectable consensus which supports my artistic reputation (a cute ploy), Hilton proclaimed empirically-imperiously that "he seems to me no artist at all. He has simply been given space in an art gallery." (Hilton shares his last error that gallery