Diary –
                                                                            Nov. 8, 1925–
     A futile day full of bitter thought and unsuccessful attempts –
     How I despise the Americans who prefer 18^th century French landscapes to healthy American 20^th century scenes – How I hate the architects who put themselves on the bucks for making literal copies of English architecture-
     The firm I work for contemplating a literal copy of a French landscape wall-paper, a venture that requires that I go the N.Y. and copy the color scheme-
     How I despise those dealers that trade in “art objects” of the past forcing the artists of the