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I can remember opening "Famous Paintings" on my tenth Christmas, being amazed that I could see the paintings reproduced in it right in our den, and I remember the scent of the ink. (It still has a bit of that smell.)
You might smile to think that a ten-year-old understood the importance of a book about art. Certainly I couldn't have said in so many words what fascinated me about it. But I had been to the museums in Baltimore, and knew that the paintings in my Christmas present were scattered over a huge world. And I knew that book had brought them to me from far away. |
