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2 to four years at M.I.T. in Boston. Boston for a Western unclear had been even more than college, and England opened more windows and doors, vistas to live with for the next sixty years, and to be refreshed during two subsequent visits. One winter in Rome makes me hold by breath as the roar of guns and bursting bombs draws nearer the Sistine Chapel and the great Dome, the supreme handiwork of the greatest of all artists, as he is to me. The destruction of such art symbolizes the tragedy that has encompassed mankind. One is dumb in helpless pain and anger. Can't Rome and Florence and Venice be left intact? I think of Katharine Hooker's passionate love for Italy, and what she would have suffered if living through these days, the rage she would have felt, for she was a good hater. After her first visit there, when I was with her and Marian in Florence and Venice, and excursion round about, she returned home to master Italian, for she delighted in languages, as should a niece of Prof. Wm Whitney the lexicographer (if that is the right word?) and after learning the language to return again