Yesterday we drove over to Le Mans to see one of Wright’s flights. Of course he did not fly (nothing ever happens where I am). His brother in America had just had a bad accident. We looked at the machine which was made of wood, sewing thread, and cheese-cloth. At least so it seemed. I cannot tell you how I disliked the thing, this innocent monster which will destroy the world I love, the world of level vision or vision from down upwards, the world of privacy to which our species has been used for millions of years.
(Bernard Berenson entered this in his diary on September 20, 1908. We quote it from page 136 of The Bernard Berenson Treasury: A selection from the works, unpublished writings, letters, diaries, and journals of the most celebrated humanist and art historian of our times: 1887 -- 1958. Edited by Hanna Kiel. Simon and Schuster, 1962.)
For a brief biography of Bernard Berenson, click here. For images of or relating to Bernard Berenson, click here.
Comments