A friend writes:
“We had dinner last week in a Frank Lloyd Wright house in Connecticut. It was beautiful–everywhere the eye went it found something to delight it. Wright’s big public rooms have found a ghastly afterlife in today’s McMansions. He’s not responsible for that, but he is responsible for the tiny kitchen, bathroom and bedrooms, the smoking chimneys, and the leaky roof–all traits, the owners assured us, of other Wright houses (they belong to a Wright homeowners’ association).
“I suppose the Parthenon would be drafty.”