At the same time, when I
get home, I like to feel
I have slipped into soft
slippers, while tumblers
yield to my key, lofting
me to sweet simplicity I
have never really known.
We laymen learn from Johnson
every day, whatever they may
be saying in the proceedings
of this or that sublime frat-
ernity. We see this array of
furniture all about us, this
geometry imitated endlessly.
Who will have his courage to
say, it's immaterial; it was
all, always, immaterial. Now
isn't complicated; I built a
stage, but there was Mozart.
I had nothing to do with it,
except to give a frame to my
astonishment.
Philip Johnson
Residence in New Canaan
1949
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