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It's fantastic. So wicked. And she records it so well.

Well, Dufy I always admired because of the gaiety of his watercolors. I used, in the twenties, to be able to buy them for seventy or eighty dollars. Of course, I never bought enough, and those that I bought I sold, fast. He was a charming, lighthearted person, blond and blue-eyed. I didn't seem him very often and I never bought anything from him directly until much later, but I always admired his work and enjoyed owning pictures by him.

In 1949, cortisone became available in small quantities, and I heard that he had arthritis of the hands, badly. A friend of mine had some cortisone and I said to him, by chance, “Why don't you give some to the artist Dufy?” He said, “I like his paintings. I will. How can I get in touch with him?” So I gave him the address of Dufy's dealer. He did indeed get in touch with him. Dufy came to this country, went to see Dr. Freddie Hamberger in Boston, who was my friend, and was treated by him and did recover so that he could paint again, travelled around the United States. His whole life was revolutionized by this because he was totally crippled and had to be in a wheelchair most of the time. And he got up and walked for a while and was able to paint in a much easier way. His whole life was made happier, certainly. Unfortunately, he died of a heart attack, I think, about three years later.

He died in '53 or was already very ill by then, because I had wanted to commission him to go to the Coronation and