People who don't know Los
Angeles, who wish to dis-
tinguish it by fragments
they believe have some ca-
chet, miss that is a whole
space, not The Blue Boy by
himself in San Marino. The
permeating golden light is
why we recognise him there,
but that gilt frame is cast
about him everywhere. Born
in the neighborhood of The
Blue Boy, I was taken often
to see him, and to roll my-
self down the slope of his
gardens from his perch on
Oxford hill. But even then,
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