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Marcus was present, but he did not deem it worthy or necessary to greet me; there was disdain and hate in his eyes.......About 20/11...........................................................................
Thus unwritten lies are replete with "history" - but little by little - as you can already see in articles recently published within the several Art Magazines - the truth as I was it all these years - is coming to light. Why did I leave-?.. The present answers..........I saw Marin - or rather - not Marin on the street. It was March 1930 - He told me (if leeloved him to talk to me with greet are) That he was coming from my retrospective exhibition at the Museum of Modern Art. He invited me to a very nice lia room somewhere on Madison Ave. There we sat and talked about art-(over a cp of lia and Cinnamon toast.) He praised my work.- He took his napkin and folded it conically with table. holding the apux made by the folds- and said- "Now, Welton , if I want that napkin to stay in that position I must either hold it at the apex or I must place something underneath the table that folds to make it stay in this form - like an Indian tent." He placed
in shape