I left Mr. Wright in '41, just before the war.

It just so turned out that a former apprentice to Taliesin, Yen Liang, was also in Calcutta. He was an excellent architect; he had great ability.

He was a violinist at Taliesin and I accompanied him. We played tragically older songs; Mr. Wright loved it.

Maybe it is the war or the movies or because this generation was bred on radio comedy, but I found out that they want bombastic stuff with a lot of drive. They have little time for whimsy. It varies, of course, from town to town. The Hartford audience was sharper on some things than the Buffalo audience. Political jokes go, depending upon how the community votes. A Negro audience will pick up subtle comedy quicker than anyone else.

A boy doesn't have to go to war to be a hero; he can say he doesn't like pie when he sees there isn't enough to go around

War is a tragedy. It's not pretty, and in my opinion, there are no winners. Everybody's a victim, from the one who's suffering pain to the person inflicting it.